after dinner on friday we stopped in at labyrinth lounge for 3 dollar rum drinks, rum and cokes, taste like teenagers. no we did not plan on this 3 dollar rum adventure it was a coincidence. anyway it was a pirate party nite. i overheard one waitress say i don’t get it we are like the funnest bar in all of toronto… newsflash world! even when pirates were “hot” they weren’t that hot, or cool. the end.

hey hi how are you i heard you got a new job that’s right what is it?

oh i work in balancing now.

everything at shan is reduced to insane prices right now please help me convince fil to get these please because then he will look like this.

well except for the pointy ears. i was close to convincing fil to get a fluorescent red pair of trunks and a tube of zinc for his nose, i guess i have a lifeguard thing. ew why am i talking about fantasy lately, gross.

speaking of fantasy, this is what having babies is like how simple and clean and innocent where is my martini and where is the nanny?

oh so darling and well-behaved, richard.

no stains here.

you’re pretty advanced for 10 months, who taught you how to lean like that on that little doll pram?

what FUN! clothing at baby level so they can help choose which $200 shirt to pair with their pants. oh mindy just go wild no limits here.

yes as well as stupid and moronic and pathetic that you don’t know how to express yourself outside of a kooky played-out slogan.

i hate this store.

last time i went can’t remember with whom might have been with matt but everyone was scream-talking and in my way and rude and there is no room to get by this loud-talking flamboyant gay dude and i’m in this tiny colourful shoppe in yorkville never again.

$500 talking/singing elvis bust.

‘NOUGH SAID.

lamb apricots red onion marinade.

delicious.

my old house looks like this now.