tell your father i was good
good day ladies and gentlemen.
oh boy, what a week. all i fantasize about is getting back to my bed and my weed and my laptop and my tickle trunk room and then i sit here playing catchup, going through emails, complaining about being behind. it’s ok, i’ve a week to take my time. i have a new secret project on the horizon i’m pretty thrilled about. i’m sure many of you will not be thrilled about it though hehheheh.
negroni’s paninis are the best. now i can stop making uncouth inside jokes to myself about the name of the restaurant and being all offended about it. yesterday was the final day of burning the candle at both ends (more like pouring gasoline all over dynamite beside a candle lit at both ends)(was that even funny?) spent my gong show hangover watching the latest episode of lost (seriously most confusing shit ever, pretty hilarious) then precious, which actually blended well with the hangover. i remember i was hung out of my mind once and nauseous and black snake moan helped me through it.
the carpaccio is on par with bar mercurio’s, which is my favourite carpaccio in all of the city.
oh hi. didn’t take ONE picture at suck academy. i checked my bag. on my way out (late) i couldn’t find my hello kitty clutch. just found it now tucked away in the stupidest place ever. trying to find hello kitty in my room is beyond needle in a haystack. aside from all the ganj paraphernalia a teenage girl could move in like that and not skip a junior high beat. actually, a teenage girl would probably laugh her ass off at my room.
tried to get a flat rate from the ten billionth cab we took across the city. i pretended we were both from vancouver. it backfired cos bro was trying to take advantage of our touristy bullshit. i just tuned him out and let jenny deal with it. i can’t even remember the crap i was feeding him. when i woke up the next morning i was like, where the fuck am i? that’s a tale for a day never.
look how disgusting blood oranges are. i did not even try this motherfucker out.
C. i love exploiting her and she helps by playing into it, we’re a good team. WE ARE GONNA FUCKIN’ DESTROY THIS CIIIIIITY.
i want to go stay at thor again so bad now and this time i’ll be skinny for it. sorry for having a complex (not sorry) about it jeez. when people say it to your face every two seconds you kinda can’t help being aware of it. ok so you’re not allowed to say you’re pretty, or skinny. right. cool woman there, very positive of you. YOU can say stuff about me but i can’t say stuff about me. what planet are you on, planet go fuck yourself?
took us awhile to get out of the hotel there were so many reflective surfaces in our way.
she made me take my white socks off. toe cleavage is something i should be more in tune with, apparently. here’s one thing though, when you do the socks and heels look that look is not for other chicks, it’s for dudes and their boners. i was going for french prostitute until toe cleavage nazi influenced me.
there’s really just one way to be though so don’t fuck around.
i figured out how i got 30 bruises all over my body.
pre-eating was a good (my) idea.
apparently i won the hair contest i didn’t know we were having. ooh what did i win?
gorgeous face i’ll take that prize.
saw the harlettes last nite at revival. such a mood lifter. i’m going to audition too. many more updates comin’ your way soon.
just whizzed by where my bike is locked up and it hasn’t been stolen. great news. if it wasn’t raining i’d have gotten out of the cab and rode its ass home.
alicia interrupted some of my extremely important dance moves to take this photo of me for her sunglasses photo montage collection. they look like blind people shades. awesome party the other nite. a little dramatic and awkward and um, yeah, but in the end everything worked out more or less, for this guy.
britt don’t worry your bday pics are comin’. also my day with spliffanie and the rest of my mtv pics.