three nites ago party.

we’ve been hanging around the discounted meats section man people are vicious over there, anyway, couldn’t tell a difference.

there is no internet at my dad’s it feels like visitting another planet.

i’ve been pigging out lately a bit, as in, eating somewhat normally and it has made me lose a bit more weight. huh? some skeptics railed against the raymi diet saying oh you are going to gain it all back gauranteed once you start eating normally again. WRONG. anyway st.louis has a new wing flavour, cajun dust, and it blasted my face off. i don’t normally eat garbage as you all know from my constant nagging about it, but now i have come to realise that my metabolism is back in-tact and i can dine like an american, again. during the weed days, every nite i ate 6 slices of pizza with dipping sauce, chinese food, anything that delivered til 3am, and i looked liked a twig. come late-january it will be a year since i began my starvation-adventure. yes you care. the point of this is, i am not afraid of french fries anymore, i’ll eat maybe a 1/4 of them but not obsess over it while i’m doing it, it’s cheesy but changing your mentality about food is a big part of weight-loss success where is oprah?

those pants for example i bought when i was 19 and now they fit again, back when size 7/8 could fit normal people, now a 7/8 is like a 5/6, thanks h&m and nicole richie!

wow flattering much thanks dad!

another one of my mom’s X-large cast-aways (cinching it at the back). if you wear bigger, then you look bigger. i’m not going to say it again.

yes i am.

the white oak is an institution, an institution of breakfast. the owners know EVERYTHING about EVERYONE in oakville and started to gab with fil about his old friends and referred to one guy as fries ‘n gravy. man i wish i had nicknames for people like that, hey taco! what’s up gelato? ribs call me! dude is kinda agoraphobic so once we tell him this there is no way he will ever go back there.

fil puts ketchup all over this and cuts it all up like a big mash-up. gross.

i like to eat as fast as i can and then get the hell out of there, sitting around staring at my empty plate gives me heavy guilt and then i have to watch fil pile ketchup covered toast and eggs and bacon slowly into his mouth drives me crazy.