hey internet lets do this! here i am yesterday sitting at the piano before we went out to eat at chap’s. i love chap’s. it’s a dump trapped in 1990, it’s texican. that isn’t even a word! amazing! if you want to look like me just sit in front of a light source. insta-soft lighting youth making flaw erasing.
i put this on facebook and now i cant get anything done. i call this the norma jean. the look’s foundation of which being mega blond and manipulative sweater number 5, all american wholesome goodness. where is my crock pot? bought an elfin belt.
totally neurotic photo taking day. nothing is good enough. phone wasn’t co-operating. i haven’t downloaded my camera pics yet so we’ll see how that went. always a mystery surprise.
my northern masturbating forest spider’s layer offering. pink grapefruit perrier. uber anorexia girl greyhounds. ROLE MODEL INFLUENCER BASTION OF HEALTH. no problem chase it down with peach blend applesauce. zero fat. matches my nail polish. actually the american wants to stop drinking. when he has kids. he wants to have kids. give it two years and i think i’m ready. little raymis. before any asshole tries to come at me with please don’t reproduce bullshit, actually, i am mega-maternal. my shit is quite together. yeah i am a case right now but that’s cos i am a planner, long term planning right now. in two years i will be ready to fly a jet or something.
i bought this for my outfit for tomorrow. a onesie jumper. the last one. i also bought a red flower clutch rose styled for me, that pink hat (the reason i went in there in the first place) and a nice red silk shirt. oh a khaki skirt too. i decided not to spend $200 on one dress instead i spent $160 on an assortment of things. mini-panic attack at the cashier averted. that and the table (the only thing i want to spend time with right now) this month no more blowing money.
this is the orig moment when i saw kelly bundy. now this lighting, not too sure about it. i am kinda digging my older sunken eyes (hahah thats so funny to say in my head or to declare) and the older seasoned thing. sometimes only though.
arrived like this. i stopped a streetcar today. it’s true ask my colleague. it was on king street and i was going to jay walk (that’s right) and i had no problem waiting for the streetcar to pass me before breaking the law but he full on halts it to check me out, i am always prepared for this shit, you slink into fuckin owning it sultry cosmopolitan reading self entitled oblivious mode, cannot be avoided. don’t say you wouldn’t.
texican heaven. i almost stole the hot sauce, i would if it weren’t so vinegary. the service pissed me off. miss-communication is all.my dad wanted to avoid a scene so he walked over to the kitchen and asked why my shrimp was taking so long. they decided to put it altogether for some reason. i sat for half an hour watching my dad eat his soup.
after the glory what was cafetaste’s high end onion soup, looking at this abomination was humorous. dad how was it? i’m tracy morgan I CAN’T EAT THIS I’MA FOODIE! tracy morgan voice. halarious.
come to the hideout tomorrow and bid on me and check back here (here, down here, right here)(HERE) in an hour or so i’ll link to my mission statement on who i think my biggest competition is and what i have to offer. the american is considering bidding by phone for me. do they do that? i’ll ask.
my arm needed attention. it was a battle making it out to brunch. we were disasters. are you guys ready yet? lucas goes, well, melodie isn’t wearing pants. i screeched at darius that they weren’t even ready yet meanwhile i was a hangover stoner mess of myself and he’s like she is SO ready i said no she’s not those aren’t pants they’re tights without any underwear (fake out) the entire house was talking about melodie and her pantslessness. it made the funhouse news.
while i am looking more and more like revenge of the nerds and garth. melodie has also been doing a revenge of the nerds laugh lately. i have noted it twice and pointed it out once. the second time confirmed the first time she laughed like that.
i made it in time to the bank then the dealer then the lcbo had to hoof it a bit a ways back to roncesvalles (worst word to remember how to spell ever and i have to use it a lot cos i live near it aghhhh i will move out of parkdale just because of this word i swear i will) in order to make it to era in time, brian said he had to be out of there by 4.30 i wasn’t going to make it. finally a cab. oh right i had to go home to check my bank account because the sketchy atm in that variety store said i didn’t have enough money. so i accepted a payment i had been lagging on and i so totally had triple enough to cover the cost of this table prior to accepting that payment that ate up my precious table time. be wary of that sketchy atm in the variety store at the corner of roncess/queen.
i needed to have this table right a-fucking-way. a cab rolls by hurry and we make it as brian is checking outside the door i lower the window and yell at him HIIIIIIIIII YAY!!!!!!! i am totally amazing like that. i bet he didn’t think i was coming back.
last night, jeremy invited me to his restaurant for a private panel of feasting and judging. i sat with real food elitists and man were they ever critical, honest, harsh maybe. i said clearly i do not know what i am talking about here as i became the yes girl of the table saying that everything was perfect. signe langford and jamie really impressed me and i think i charmed them too.
they wanted our professional opinions. even though i am green in the culinary world, my opinions matter here because i am an actual regular cafetaste customer. i’ve brought dates here, lining jeremy’s pockets whilst consuming everything off the menu.
got buzzed and immediately felt at ease. i hadn’t eaten all day. i was in an odd mood. i went out with grief. some bad news yesterday. these people cheered me up.
signe is marvelous. i asked if she ever gets (compared to) janeane garofalo? she said no. i said well you totally so do. she’s also quick like her, smart, sassy.
nice to look at too. jamie, i asked him if he likes tim burton (totally being dressed like a tim burton character) and he said no, matter of factly. not even knowing who tim burton even fucking is! i reject that reality.
trout cakes. amazing. not actual presentation. will get two of them with kozlik’s mustard. the maple one. signe says the garlic one is even hotter than triple hot which is the one we have.
they tore this to pieces. figuratively. wait is that right? this is when i chimed in most as i’ve had this before. twice. no one talks shit about my Braised Beef w/ VQA Jus – Slow-braised local beef in red-wine jus, atop house-crafted breads w/ onions & garlic. so totally nothing wrong with it at all AT ALL do you hear me signe?
i told those two know-it-alls that i am never inviting them over for dinner. ever. i bet melodie would love the shit out of them though. she would have loved sitting there fighting with them. i wished she was there fighting with them because i was such an in shock pussy i was rendered almost mute. though i did have some heavy shit on my mind at the time.
cozy place. perfect couple date place. jeremy what a perfect cliche you created. smart guy. i remember you said you stood on the shoulders of giants when melodie and i were singing your sommelier praises, you study the best therefore you are. same with these people you invited. myself included.
send me these photos jamie! right meow. i told them that i meowed at jeremy as a freudian slip and now all we do is make fun of me for it now, i mean meow. i didn’t meow in a come hither way just totally meowed in response to something jeremy said i was barely paying attention to. what’s that meow? you know the cop meowing scene from super troopers right? google it i’ve had enough of this.
bread pudding will just not leave me the fuck alone will it? it’s super good, in the presentation section i said my grandma would love it. it’s boring and sweet, the food snobs naturally liked it, even though jamie isn’t into dessert.
i wore that shirt for my dad. he asked me about it when i showed him the folder of pictures from my bro/mine’s last birthday. jamie thought it was the face of a cat and arms or something. it’s john and yoko haha. signe and i are in love.
a cab driver tried to convince me to let him drive me to burnoutington. i was like um no thanks i can just get the train i’m already on my way to catching. why would i want to be trapped in an expensive shitty car ride with a creepo when i could be alone baked on a train. i wouldn’t.
the lawyer i used to see had an email account that went out as NIGHT TRAIN. you can guess what it stands for. he sent emails to clients before realizing. such a bafoon. uber uber hot though.
this has got to be the cruelest most unflattering photo ever. how terrible of this magazine, that is not cool. you have revealed the trash of your intentions, anti-team player. what magazine is this? rag mag. worse than the sun.
then i looked over and noticed the man. just gave him a glance. went back to taking pictures of myself/snow pile and my grandmother’s old retirement residence that was $5k a month to take care of her. my grandfather left it in his will, his wishes were for her to be cared for, so loving, leaving that money aside, a grand gesture i think. such a way to go for her. luxury. she thought she was living in england, no, literally. and we played along to keep it mellow. some people get trapped in the terror of their memories when they have dementia. my grandmother was in a wonderful headspace, she thought my grandfather was still alive at war, in france, she offered my brother a double gin (her room had no bar) and she said she had just gotten off the phone (her room had no phone either) and she always always always complimented my white teeth. even my ex’s too. very smart woman. went to cambridge. looked like queen elizabeth. total lady, manners, class, intellect. great style as well. melodie wears a lot of her things that don’t fit me right. go sheila white.
i’ve never arrived so late before. i really didn’t want to be at my place. i wanted to be with my dad. he is pretty bummed right now. it’s a small unit so it’s an impact definitely. dad said he sleeps better at night knowing i’m here.
when i got here i took off my coat and my dad went hey nice shirt! i had totally forgotten what i was wearing or who or what i was by this point so i looked down and went, oh right, yeah, haha i wore this for you. and we hugged. my aunt alison was here too. nice to see her. i emulated the entire outfit for my dad because he is living in the past forever and so am i.
my mom was pissing me off with her picture taking but more so i was getting pissed off by my dad and brother overreacting about it so i said here take MY picture just one with my camera now please and blammo, a picture that says ten thousand words.
thanks for much for being so sweet on Saturday at boot camp! i imagine, since you were around the corner with james and then came bounding out to say hi to me, that he said (with a little James disdain) something along the lines of, are you going to say hi to your fan club over there? ha. but then you grabbed me and showed me around like the vanna white of gyms and kept the mood light. i stopped being nervous and just tried to destroy myself on the stations. and seeing you full on break into your posing for the photog was mindblowing.
at the end i wanted to give you a big hug, let you know not all girls hate you, but i decided to send you a gayballs email like this instead. because i was sweaty at the time. and also, like, boundaries.
went back today for my consultation and i’m 6% too fat. challenge accepted. i know watching your progress will keep me inspired. uhm, the first time you did the bike did you do it the whole way through? because my trainer apparently thought i was going to die at 8 minutes and turned down the difficulty level. OH WELL.
keep being you and see you around! i’ll be the one with googly hero worship eyes!
here i am preparing for the jungle what is known as brunch. brunch is a sacred event, it’s like non-religious hipster’s answer to church. checking out the party statues from the night prior. casual above board contact exchanging, big time hook-up potential. though it doesn’t happen really cos everyone is a disaster and by everyone i mean me.
showing my definition. my definition. my definition is this. oh superbowl sunday. this morning when al came to easy he goes and do we have to drink all over again really? ugh i know.
last night, total total cow. today, whippet. W T F. also aunt flo fo sho today so i’ll be a skeleton all week leading up to the date auction of the century. i am stoked about the dress i’m wearing. that i haven’t gotten yet but i sent an email and we’re good to go. yes i am making the dumbest face here no i don’t care anymore. i think the secret’s out on me being a real person and all.
i had a loonie in my pocket when i was at metro last week and i saw the gumball machine and i needed to buy one of those miniature hats. well i needed it before i made the loonie connection. wildcats are from what state, city? meh. alright lets do last night now.
saturday night partying is difficult. the majority of people blow their load on friday night. idiots. so they stay home tweeting about the tv they’re all watching sucking their thumbs. it’s ok i do it all the time too. saturday nights i’m usually as smart as a bag of sand and just as cognizant but i knew i had to be good for my bredren advhaus community.
melodie and i played records while lucas went back home to get more stuff. mostly melodie took over while i sulked in that suspended pod and when she spoke to me she was like can you hear everything i’m saying coming directly at you in that chair? i was like yes now where is the opposite equivalent to this chair where i can’t hear anything that you are saying? she laughed at that hahah we had a huge fight before we went out. nothing will break our stupid relationship ever no matter how much we tell each other off i think we are addicted to the drama.
also living with people, from both sides, is a tricky thing, well can be. we’re pretty good at it though. we are totally a unit and maybe sometimes the lines get blurred like yesterday when, both of our cycles aligning, i didn’t have the patience to take a food order over the phone because i had a million things on my mind and i got home and eventually it turned into a fight and i said i am not your fucking wife. there’s being there for each other and then there’s not being there for each other? people get used to the extra hand, the third wheel. i’m still a loner looking out for my own too right. anyway under normal circumstances i would have done the deed but i didn’t feel like it.
people get stressed when they have to plan events, they want it to go smoothly and perfectly and then everyone takes it out on each other and flips out kind of go crazy and then everyone makes up once the dust settles and gets obliterated to blow off steam.
afrim for you and you alone i hope the steelers win. i know nothing about either nor care i only want to curl up into a sleeping dog position on the corner of a couch with my chianti and not blink once during commercials.
i am accepting turning 28. there’s always some asshole waiting to tell me how old looking i am. usually some no-fucking-body. big whoop i am an icon, from a blog. there are at the very least one hundred raymi copycat bloggers out there copping my style.
and from the loser ripping on my hair, saying it looks candy floss? yes it does because it’s soft as clouds. the ends need to be trimmed but that’s all, and i won’t trim them because i am obsessed with length. in spring i’ll trim the ends. anyway though you are a fucking loser thank you for your slags my life is amazing, try to make yours too then you won’t feel the need to slag someone else’s dream.
nubile flirty temptress. i can tell half dudes won’t buy it or fall for it so i don’t bother but the suckers for this look oh man, let me at ‘em, easy easy marks. i don’t even flirt i just grin and smile and soak in their googly eyes.
this doesn’t even look sexual. though to one of the members of the PBC who has a pantyhose addiction, bingo! we preached of our pbc rules and administration. hazing is partying in drapes corner (my room) and you must live in parkdale.
those are my hangover too lazy to fix face makeup glasses. typically the more fucked up i feel the more i compensate by dressing up nicer like i am going on a job interview. so if you see me looking like a million bucks that means i am really, really drunk.
or i am trying to sweet talk my way through airport security with these glasses on after an all nighter writing/blogging spree. people who wear glasses pretty much get to give up on keeping their faces young and pretty looking cos they get to hide behind glasses all the time if they want to not like the rest of us. way to go four eyes. melodie just said i am such a schoolyard bully.
i directed this shot and said ok we’re going for munchkin but i was so hungover stupid that i meant someone who lives in a village that looks like the smurfs with thatched roofing.
ok i have to go now and make my face look less like a scary ghoul.
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Hi Raymi,
It was a pleasure meeting you this afternoon. As promised, here is the description of the piece you purchased this afternoon: 1940’s painted metal medical side table or type writer table with a drop leaf top. American. Its not the most colorfully written portrayal of the piece, but I’m sure you can embellish it a bit.
bought some weird clementine vodka. flirted with the clerk because i am in love. not with him though. invited him to our party tonight all the same in front of a cop who raised his eyebrows at me and i gave him a come on over look. it’s hailing and snowing, it’s one of those nights i can tell. this vodka is a subtle advertisement for ikea.
in the car picking this up from cheese boutique i had one of those my life is retarded moments. it was awesome. seriously. i was in a castle last night and tonight my best friends and i are going to dominate an entire bar with our favourite jams in our favourite neighbourhood with this platter and it all started as a joke i made once about our parkdale mansion. it’s like disney make a wish foundation forever. just think up something dumb and blam.
somehow i have to make the steelers win the superbowl tomorrow. you have time to get a platter made for that eh, afrim is a wizard. by the way, no biggie or anything but i am chums with the number one chevalier in the world. mhmm.
WORLD! aw see my glass bottle. that was five dollars. i spent five dollars on a fuckin’ miniature glass bottle because it reminded me of the upstairs bathroom at cedar grove. that was completely normal of me.
it’s a mess just like us. afrim was like you should have seen me trying to put this thing together i gave up like three times! the floorplan melodie made was oh so detailed. melodie challenged afrim. well, i am not surprised at all that girl is tough.
curtains place is what half of the chalet (livingroom) is called (it has a furry shag rug and fireplace, it is a chalet). one day i walked through five curtain/partitions of the house and totally forgot what i had walked to the other side of the house for. it happens everyday. see that thing by the lamp? yep, it’s a fountain. a running water fountain is in our livingroom. where is the selby?
i wanted this necklace but it was $65 and the chain was $40. no chance lady i’m not that wasted. though it is so super my style. all bases covered. baby pink, diamond bling, white gold. girly heart. um what happened to me?
we didn’t bring the tambourine because we didn’t want to be found out. through a portal from the forgotten zone of adventurehouse we wanted to emerge undetected.
the gypsy nomad queen of urchins, she is with child and must be sent away to safety. the survival of the kingdom is at stake. like a seahorse, she travels between sex for protection. as king, she reigns impenetrable. there must be an heir.
in case of the chance they might never return to their domain again. the people needed to hold on to hope and to understand the laws of which all rules are governed. love. lead with thy heart noble man.
contact is made. lord steffan speaketh of sir queen raymi’s past task carried out for palais royale admirably, grants landed immigrancy to lady melodieval and sir queen raymi of this neighbouring kingdom for the night before their great journey the morro.
the calm before battle is a magnetic powerful affair. battle’s eve before dawn break. the night is cause for celebration, decadence comes few and far between and must be honoured.
somewhat an on olden day celebrity. a character. a scenester. no real defining purpose but admired, appreciated, adored in awe all the same. this was one hat sir queen raymi wore. sir raymalot.
melodieval carved the mighty beast what was slayed. a menace, instilling fear in the hearts and minds of these poor people. they sought to bring them reprieve from their mental hardships.
negronis were what they desired. muchos currency was spent. you cannot spend silver pennies when you are slain. the barman set blood oranges aflame to impress the royalty. they tipped him generously.
pig on the spit. i stood here and saw an ex-lawyer i had a fling with when i was 17 a few years ago dunig a film fest party. his people have offered me money to shut my mouth about that time if he ever ran for mayor. as if. the arrogance of bay street is impressive.
wearing a mask makes you feel like a freak but if you go with it it’s a whole dimension that can be pretty trippy if you like that sort of thing. i don’t. but i thought what would noel do? that table behind me was the best. rich annex forest hill types and drunk trying to fuck with us and we fucked with them right back and they didn’t expect it. you kind of always win if you’re dressed like a wizard swathed in fur and pearls and diamonds and a billion years younger.
i don’t think i’ll ever have an opportunity to dress like this again for awhile. i don’t do two trick ponies. what would you wear at a medieval marketplace at a castle?
they blasted fleet foxes. i died. my heart melted. it transported me into a thousand places in my head at once. i sang and danced to it the second time they played the entire record and people thought i was part of the show. well, don’t they always? hearing one of your top three bands in every single room of a palace during a period costume party i gotta tell you, it feels amazing. sacred.
olive oil breadland. i set out not to eat any bread. then i ate a lot of bread pudding. somehow i managed to wake up today with a six pack. not like you trash waking up with six packs of bud light haha. i mean washboard. amazing. i was in bed by twelve too. melodie came in at 2.15 and had a total conversation with me while i laid on my back like a polar bear in my boiling hot tickle trunk grove and i woke up laughing my head off remembering it.
mel found a pic and put it on advhaus tumblr of a knighting and i died laughing at it in burnountington. mission accomplished my lady. i have a lot of photos so i’m making this a two-parter.
a raymi fan/facebook friend was there and became my personal photographer. thanks andrew! his girlfriend’s father’s photo is in the castle and she hooked us up with a ghost story told to us by a nerd ghost castle employee who i then referred to as GHOST NERD for the rest of the night. guys you would be so proud of me lately i am a super hyper fucking asshole.
i reduced my overall body fat by almost 3%. i was like aww that isn’t very good at all and james goes what are you talking about that’s incredible! my arms are actually trimmer too and today as i write this i am even thinner than these pictures of me where i think i look kinda fat. everyone at The Motion Room makes fun of how i dress. james says some things i wear make me look way bigger. ok you’re a fashion expert too now?
i was trying to keep it together, i wouldn’t have cried if everyone in the room didn’t get all dotey and put me in the position where i could get away with crying and soak up some pity party like the diva people think i am. i sweat off makeup profusely enough as is on camera i cannot afford to cry on top of that.
i do look more fit though right. this was awkward. poor james had to keep it cool while i wept. see how people get head fucked about fitness and their bodies? GO LIFE!
i sat there like a pathetic turd and then james came in to give me a pep talk, said never weigh yourself (at my dad’s i’m ten pounds lighter on that scale) and then i just erupted in micromachine man speed delivery I WORK OUT 3 TIMES A FUCKING WEEK, LATELY 4 TIMES A FUCKING WEEK! AND I GAINED FIVE POUNDS WHAT THE FUCK JESUS CHRIST and so on. then just sat there with my fists in my eyes. total tantrum. how was that moment for you james?
emoface. i asked my colleague if i looked like shit or like i had been crying in the photos (i am very, extremely, exceptionally, neurotic) and he said no but i looked upset.
your personal trainer becomes your therapist and confidant. kash said sometimes it’s the only physical contact people ever get for days on end or ever when i said oh you must get people telling you all sorts of shit. a client like me is ideal, as i am a motor mouth.
today on the elliptical before my weights and twenty pound jacket that looks like a riot vest, i was thinking, all this stress i battle daily, my looks, my writing, striving for perfection so that i can get more money by landing more and bigger deals, to make lots of money, will i be happy then? what the hell am i going to do with a lot of money? someone i know was told to prepare themselves for one day becoming very wildly rich. can you imagine doing that? so as i was motoring around on my torture device i thought yes it is worth it i know that these lies of society are horrible things but in the end i will be milling around some third world country with money to spend and time to be away from the internet and modern day bullshit. that is my goal. to become the exact opposite of everything i am doing right now (i’ll hang on to the physique though) to be a better charitable person with zero stress. i’d like to see the world.
jury’s out on who is right about what and where the fat is on this thing. i thought it was the top layer, which has shrunken since my initial assessment.
it’s true, gym rats get buzzed on adrenaline. jeff and i finished more or less about the same time, you kind of lose the ability to give a shit about stuff for a half hour it’s great. has done wonders for my depression.
weird pear shape body i have never seen it look like that before. the tensor shirt and looser pants, i dunno. i have no explanation. what did i do the night before, more like ,what bar did i drink?
here go nuts i have no idea what any of this means and i don’t want to know i am still scarred. thank christ it’s a skinny day today or i’d blow some shit up.
i reuse these all the time. buy one fancy water and pose like you are an elitist, be amazed by the results!
ok skid rats i need to sort out who i’m taking to the medieval fair ball. everyone seems to be irrevocably useless tonight. if i bring a dude will that be annoying? why bring sand to a desert. hmmm. i will be wandering around like donnie darko with my NOLA cat mask wearing all black, actually way more like creepy tom cruise in eyes wide shut. amazing. yes i am. i need a cape. no way only nerd virgins wear capes. should i bring it and shell out on a major major dress?
tomorrow is another tear at the motion room i heard casie is bringing four people. insanity.
this is how i celebrated may 2-4 weekend. i couldn’t write about it at the time because of political reasons. political the bar i used to work at reasons and vacationing with a regular customer reasons. ha. here i am shooting a bb gun. i am hot like that. americans, you can learn all about may 2-4 here. essentially it is a statutory holiday that gets tacked on to the end of a weekend where canadians get wicked fucking drunk and set shit on fire, shoot fire rockets into the sky (fireworks) and pretty much stay drunk for 72 hours at cottages near lakes anything country or rural or northern. it’s how we kick off summer, yet, in spring, and you are basically a failure if you’re left in the city for it. people who do not go way for may 2-4 will let you know all about their disdain for you if you got away and they didn’t. like people you work with. like people you work with and you took off when you only work once a week and that job’s their livelihood and you are a self-entitled dickhead. in all fairness though i didn’t know there was custie beef until after the fact. whoops.
the night prior. those sandals bit the dust thanks to griffon stepping on to the back of one while we were all stumbling obliterated disasters back to the compound as the sun was coming up. sketchy. i bought those sandals on the friday and they lasted til sunday when the sun was coming up. horrorshow.
that’s griff. he’s kind of fucking awesome and kind of an intolerable smug bastard. which is a recipe for attraction and is somewhat intoxicating. not everyone will drink that drink but the ones that do, well, you know how it goes. shit show partier too. game on.
oh i just remembered this one couple that showed up and the guy was a total sexist sexist fucking asshole euro arrogant big mouth yet looked like letch (you can’t be like that unless you are beautiful). i can’t for the life of me understand these people. are you real dude? i flip-flopped between total shock and awe to disgust and bafflement. in the end it was hilariousness as we were rolling around on the ground around the fire in a field totally mashed and he was calling us witches and “that’s witch talk” abahahahaahaahaah and then all the dudes became witches too and we were cackling hysterically like witches oh it was fucking hysterical my mouth hurts right now remembering it.
i am martin short in pure luck. if you ever want anything to do with me you should rent that movie for us to watch together. it makes me crave fried eggs. there’s a scene involving fried eggs. this post is very escapist eh.
griff was warned about me from a couple girls who read my blog. be careful, she might write about you. so then i never did. all girls who read my blog who know a guy who may or may not become my next kill blow it for me ever writing about that guy. i heard that one guy got his teeth whitened specifically for my blog. incredible. i never wrote about him because all the chicks at his work read this.
we slept in there. claimed it. bunk beds. i am not kissing and telling or anything but at this point we haven’t had relations so it was a dance of wooing me all fucking weekend long. poor bastard. plus all the girls were forced to tolerate me because of this and i could tell they really didn’t want to like me. or liked me. i’m the female equivalent to griff and i think he has pissed every single one of his friends off in this group. amazing group dynamics i was front row center for.
i just speed-read this and nowhere does it tell me where victoria hall is yeah i can just google it but come on like i care enough to do that i prefer smoke signals on twitter or until someone comments here.
then i attempted a reposado. i was the bartender so i made/concocted many fucking rounds of various insanity ranging from sweet to savoury to gasoline paint thinner fantastical. i am someone you want around at a cottage. fact.
my room is pretty dreamy. i am going to interview every single person who has hung out in tickle trunk grove, specifically congregating for after hours engagements, and ask them what the allure is for them. there’s a fountain next door and you can hear the trickling water splashes and look up at my glow in the dark starred ceiling with an entire wall of open windows behind you and two more to the side. it is a sanctuary nook.
