people call us renegades cos we like livin crazy

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last night your fearless leader broke out of the house and she hired a man nurse to indulge the crap out of her.

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huge circus steve madden purse stuffed with personal training gear for the following morning she rode to the magical land known as THE JUNCTION to her friend david’s jean reno’s for dinner and movies. somewhat gunned on cold medication, adorably delirious and needy. with perfectly clean garth hair.

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we met at my shitty date bar. not on a shitty date. i was with my friend nursing a new come life in shambles lost two weeks in the city total bender. after this evening i had a bar fight at not my dog. jean reno had similar fate befall him simultaneous to our tuffle at my previous location, said shitty date bar.

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knowing someone like him is like knowing a guy version of myself, the hated pretentious eye rolling jab your finger down your throat detest me style. fucking beautiful.

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we had eyes for that lumberfag guy at the end of the table. kinda hot, probably poor, he came nearer and immediately no thank you, good enough but, no. jean reno in my ear to my left talking and talking and we’re hosed me and her and the kitchen is closed the entire reason i’m there is for her to dine on my favourite tapas dark cocktail freakshow lounge with my waitress and every female staff girl in on my ridiculous shitty date life but this group of dudes… life happens differently to you always dependent upon your company. if you are on a shitty date, no other interaction with the world is allowed to occur but on a friday at your beloved shitty date bar when you are only on a shitty date with your in shambles gas tank girlfriend, well, the night is yours and every one else, the derelicts fallen between the cracks, they’re also on a tear.

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i thought he wanted her. turns out he was just an idiot like me and wanted to teach us about how bourbon got its burnt smoky flavour then many other little lessons. my girl and i just laughed and laughed and one of the guys in this crew kept targeting me to watch his beer every time he went out for a smoke, it annoyed me. unless i plan to hug you with my pants off (or you’re some interesting in-offensive smooth criminal type character like me that would be equivalent to a small honour to mother your libation) i am not responsible for shit so stop taking advantage of my emanating maternal instinct vibes.

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first press olive oil apparently a big deal and very good. sopped up with portuguese sweetbread. heinous.

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i was pretty comatose. thought he was planning to maybe bail and maybe i would too based on overall unwellness. the only thing i would be able to partake in this evening was many hours of sitting on a couch staring at the idiot box.

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quite the, impression.

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he was pretty caj but later admitted was trying very hard. i am his senior afterall and this foodie type of aggressor with “needs” and expectations.

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homemade italian wine too. strong. he’s french, the “real” kind so no surprises there. we even had absinthe later on which gave me immense indigestion later on. heartburn.

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somewhat sweaty sickly whateverly he’s seen me at my worst i’m in the comfortable zone here.

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being called beautiful numerous times throughout the night doesn’t hurt either.

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total frenchman plying on wine and compliments though i didn’t allow for total sweeping, i know i played a part there, i am completely charming and intellectual, disarming, irritating and intoxicating. i’m challenging and manipulative, sneakily, cute, coy, i dunno, sorry for being self aware but i know my charms and they don’t work on everyone all of the time but i know i am in possession of something at least i mean, i have this ridiculous blog and i got a GQ-worthy looking catch to be mine for 5 years so there you go, an achievement.

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one of his friends said today I’M SO GLAD SHE CAME OVER I WAS WORRIED YOU WERE ABOUT TO COME OUT OF THE CLOSET. hahahaha.

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very seinfeld marble rye episode. it all comes back to seinfeld.

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one. i don’t eat bread. two. if i did, it wouldn’t be this much. three. i have zero willpower, especially when sick and on dayquil. four. this looks like a massive cupcake and it may as well be (so much sugar in it).

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bluh.

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spastic sick person vision.

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brought my slippers that’s how sick.

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uhhh k.

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had like a billion espressos then we were good for movies.

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now at lunch at boom today. will blog the rest of that tomorrow. i’m in burlington, dad and i are givin’er.

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after hair appt today at darius’ man just go gogoogogogogo even had my motion room session this morning and used one of their offices to bang out lux post then home to grab britt’s shirt to drop at gibson and a chat with brad i can’t remember what it was like to be idle except the last two days sick yet still i did a lot it’s like i’m being chased keep going and then nothing can get you my mind is constantly going whirring in quadrants, managing triple campaigns simultaneously, dates, blog, gah nevermind look i have long legs.

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oh and i have costume changes for every single activity i do ever in life can i get a thank you praise bipolar hallelujah amen sister now.

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how much would you love a swiss chalet rip off raymi placemat starring a labyrinth with no solution, rotating artists profiled, blogger features, vulgar crosswords, lolzspeak word search, connect the dots drawings of hot dogs…? seriously guys this is the blogger backed brunch spot likely only place ever in the city not only willing to tolerate our collective self-entitled new media bullshit, but actually encourage and applaud it. how’s that? tony asked if my dad still dresses like seinfeld. they’re the same age. cannot wait until they meet. shopping date hahaha.

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it’s friday, i’m in burlington, do you know where your children are?

LAST DAY LAST DAY LAST LAY GET LAID I MEAN LAST DAY!! to join the party in montreal with team raymbo bright. vote vote vote.