beaver prosciutto salad we go so far back. sheena introduced me to the beaver via her blog a few years ago. we went there finally and i realised it was a gay mecca. sheena scores some more cool points. i will get you evita ASAP oh my god commission painting is hard to get a fire lit under your ass for don’t even ask how many already been paid for things i’ve already been paid for and haven’t delivered on. i can’t even fill out a 5 minute survey for matchstick SORRY GUYS JUST KNOW THAT MY INFLUENCE WORKED.
i should start saving my money instead of feeling like i need to blow it on cheap thrills to cover up how sad my heart is. i don’t understand savers. mostly i am just jealous big time of them. it just feels like there is always something i “need” to buy. something for my hair my body my mouth. guh.
beast haaaaaates it when i call myself a dirtbag dirthole garbage etc. why was that again? oh because i am a lady with manners and decency? no because i am a clean and tidy type. well only in front of him i pretend to be.
wiped out a little from work yesterday. actually it wasn’t that bad. i was beat tired practically nil sleep but the day went relatively smoothly i ran the whole show front of house for hours no big. fancy that. my small talk zingers received glowing reviews as did my outfit.
an older woman asked if my adidas were vintage. i think they are, got them from VV for 15 dollars and they’re a half size smaller than my size, 8. fit all the same. craig told me last nite my shorts were basball shorts. i said oh fat stomach beer drinking man shorts? yes, exactly, he says. THEN he says i look good, i have weight on me!!!? retard asshole moron you don’t say that to a chick.
i fucking hate taking cabs in the summer. had to be done needed every extra minute of sleep before work. then i took one home much much later, another 15 bones. somedays if tips aren’t good it’s like i essentially just worked 6 hours to take two cabs. wicked.
friday nite outfit. another dangerous thing about biking is the attention you rake in being dressed like this. i may as well be wearing underwear. oh and did i tell you about this CUTE little justin bieber looking lesbian who hit on me in this outfit. she squeezed my ass while i was dancing at the midpoint. hi sammy. sammy from saskatoon who is 19.
beast took us to mandarin last nite (i paid for myself)(sidenote: i was like i bet all your retard circle of people who haunt my blog now think all these coinciding elitist events i’m going to have something to do with you but really they have nothing to do with you and everything to do with me, you’re welcome for letting you tag along with) on a skinny day too. you know there are certain types of hangover skinny that i am not going into detail about but yeah i was rocking that and beast had pool skinny then we wanted to die. mandarin is suicide foreplay. good quote. also it’s nothing but fat people and sluts. so an hour of elitist snotty whining and staring at everyone take on round 6 of buffet was had. the kids were feeling it.
tara asks if my hair is a wig every time she sees me then i said that’s it picture time. she thought my hair was a wig when it was longer on this nite.
so i guess it’s sort of a compliment.
i just told melodie our band can be called the keyboards.
saw mudhoney. just kidding this is
two koreas. Comanechi. i am a retard. two koreas was after. i did not see them but maybe someday because they left me a nice comment. hi!
they were great. so was the honky tonk rockabilly band before them and before them stop die. so proud of lucas what a body on him and that feather necklace thing. he’s a great showman always has been. we used to gogo dance together. once for kid koala and an art system party in our underwear well MY underwear cos i got lucas to wear my little pink 70s rollergirl shorts. i wore paul frank at the kid koala show (halloween) and he got me on stage to have a blinking contest with a fan. i lost. this hot gay guy in the scene, bartender at lava gave me a huuuge chemical brothers placard poster of their new album and the new album. i took home the dj and we did the dxm a raymi fan mailed me from michigan. i just combined two stories here ahha. anyway that was my life at 19. balls to the wall.
my newest juvenile regression purchase, it’s a change purse. i made them give me a discount cos i go there all the time and i blog about it. the girl said yes i totally recognize you as in you are fucking insane to be coming here all the time. i bought jen a cute little purse for her birthday.
ginger beer lemonade vodka?
red geishas. so good.
i love malbec.
i didn’t order anything vegetarian cos she said she wouldn’t eat it anyway so fine then i’ll order every thing that has an animal in it to ensure you don’t get a bite and i don’t get stuck with some limp asparagus that makes my piss stink for the rest of the night just because i am the most generous person in the world.
meredith said on her blog that i get mad how can that be? look at me i am too adorable to be mad.
i’m sorry but whatever you are saying is lost over your tits.
room was turning into sass‘ for a bit there. i told melodie that the messier the room the more happy (scattered) i am. the cleaner, the sadder.
mystery box tiiime??? OH YES.
love it amanda!!
lucky for you i am awesome enough for anything.
chinese new year money envelope thing.
this is how you make money on the internet. make yourself a lovable cult misfit. have good taste. find a sweet article of clothing. wear it a bit, take pics in it. sell it at an inflated price. one girl bought a stop die t-shirt because i wore it once, the exact shirt i borrowed because i slept over and was hung as fuck and sweaty and a piece of garbage.
big points for the mashimaro stationary. i’ve been on that scene since i was a tween. i’ll mail you bob from nebraska t-shirt this week.
time for linner bye kids!