loser here

hi guys we stayed in with my eye sty last nite and watched tv in bed and then saw a commercial for irish cream blended with ice and peeled it to the wine store (they sell a bailey’s rip-off there) and fil made me go in, i felt sheepish like hey yeah saw you yesterday ungh anyway fil drank the entire bottle mostly, i should’ve gotten wine instead i can’t deal with the creamy. i also saw a commercial for creme brulee and so i went into dominion but couldn’t find any and it smelled bad in there too so i grabbed a tiny piece of tiramisu (terrible) and a bottle of caramilk chocolate milk! i’m drinking the rest of it right now in my espresso, best idea ever!

this was the loser outfit i was actually going to wear out in public yesterday to see eliz (bailed out we both feel sick, we as in me and fil):

nothing says hi i missed you like greasy piece of dick ensemble.

this is me right now:

i know you geniuses are frothing for an update so i’ll hit publish now then add some more garbage to this in a second.

fil brought us home some pasta and risotto and a chicken/brie kaiser sammich last nite, we fight about how he doesn’t bring me home snacks while i sit around starving all day long and he says it’s cos there are only pasta dishes and sandwiches to choose from (raymi diet no-no’s) but last nite i said fuck it and chowed down, i swear i haven’t had pasta in over a year (vermicelli doesn’t count that’s rice noodles) anyway holy crap i forgot what it tasted like, it was like, a buttery explosion in my mouth jeez louise i was going OH MAN OH MAN the entire time sitting up honest injun in bed and fil was flabbergasted oh what a show like this chick seriously gave up pasta for a long ass time. then of course ten minutes later i felt completely sick cos i was also shot-gunning risotto and that sandwich too, no matter, the cabinets here on penis lane are fully stocked with eno.

oh look more rain on the agenda today!