Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era

turns out it was not hot enough for beach weather which essentially was a good thing as it forced me to be somewhat adult and do some rhasta bodega shopping. tomorrow mayhaps i’ll plant my hangover in the sand for a few hours.

ok i think the birthday blues are hitting me, or premenstrual, combo. i will probably cry at some point(s) tonight. GAYYYY.

the only thing i did on this list was mail postcard. well no i got some mix and snacks and food. but no coffeebeans which was the first thing i wanted to get. everything is closed today, way to fuck shit up for us heathens, damn catholics. i said that to our cab driver in niagara falls and he chuckled, then it got awkward like, we were collectively trying to figure out how far to go with it. then it was simply dropped. religion talk is oh so boring. that gumball machine is a magnet from the falls. it reminds me of my brother, a finger painting he did in preschool that’s in his baby book. SEE i have a heart.

it’s been far too long since i’ve done a meticulously boring raymi’s kitchen post. i eat like a frat boy now, when you don’t have anyone else to cook for you are so what’s the point about it. everything here cost 29 bucks. not bad.

two orders of thigh/drum for ten bucks. didn’t feel like dealing with raw and marinating also, nothing open so just go to the experts.

i’d really like some rum on hand ’round the clock to mix with pineapple or ginger beer, pina colada. jameson and grey goose will have to do for the nite unless a post post party comes by this way then i’ll order some booze.

roommates gone for the weekend, neither responded to my where is the olive oil text so butter and fancy olive oil (i’ll replenish) it is.

normally i do a yellow pepper cos they’re sweeter and seem to absorb jerk perfectly.

don’t brown your onions too much they’ll just get lost, you want ‘em kinda fat and slimy. throw that other crap in there. don’t forget to keep tabs on your basmati.

use any beans you want. drain the water out of the can (moron) and give ‘em a quick rinse through a strainer.

filthy stove not my doing (is clean now). throw your jerk chicken in there, remove the skin if you want or just put it in your mouth. inhale one of the drumsticks cos you are starving.

pour some of the jerk juice up in hurr, don’t waste the flavour. you could also pour some into the rice but don’t use it all, just cos, i don’t think your heart will be happy about it in the long run.

i was going to get brown rice basmati but was worried it would take longer to cook and apparently i have somewhere to be and don’t have the extra five minutes for brown rice?

gorgeous and i only used half the jar of jerk cos i already bought seasoned chicken. used to do this with rotisserie chicken from loblaws too for other retarded made up dishes. so healthy haha.

mad leftovers. looks like i’ll be seein’ thru time all weekend long (shit is hot, guy).

here’s an attractive one, snotting out my nose greasy as hell. i should show up to party tonite like this all fat stomach john belushi-styles. see i was dressed to sweat it the f out in the sand. sad face.

when i was walking around queen west i was thinking about how my summer day activities were going to be whimsical, grimy and awesome. wake ‘n bake, make some art, write, put on some stupid outfit, go buy some odds and ends, cook it up, hit the beach. ride my bike. fantastic. it feels like summer was only just here. my mind has blanketed out a lot of the last several months. i still have new city eyes and i still feel like a lovely ghost most of the time. i feel alive and new and special, even when i’m sad, i still find some reason not to be.

following a fantastic nite and day away i come home to this.

shucks.

haha in the background it looks like a jerk-off nitestand. the tp is for nail polish remover. the lotion is for tattoo, lay off me perverts!

so meaningful. even my tears are barfing right now.

perfect.

gorgeous vintage choker previously owned by an awesome g-ma. maybe i’ll wear it tonite.

left a few trinkets on their bed. melodie will laugh her balls off at that pin, got one for clem too as he is a sexist mawfucker. lucas gets 2pac. can’t show you the necklace cos i got one for all the girls at central and i know they lurk this thing. it’s bad enough i already blew my stupid postcard surprise because i am an impatient lunatic.

matchstick strikes again.

i whimpered out loud when i opened this sucker up.

i almost fainted too. had to take a seat.

gaaaaaaaah!

insane.

still in shock. this is like, meant for me.

guess my next party will be WINO EYE-MAKEUP themed. rules are, you don’t get to start applying eyeliner til after you blow over .08 then we all head to wrong bar.

SEE YOU TOOOOONIIIIITE!