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i can’t believe how fat i thought i was at this time in my life, never underestimate the power of drugs and an abusive boyfriend.
last nite was sober nite we went to see knocked-up it is long and funny and you have probably already seen it, i don’t think i want kids now. well maybe future-me does but i don’t have a wise-cracking sister with a big house and a little house in the backyard for me to live in to help me out.
tonite there is a calvin klein party to go to but cntm is on i’m having trouble making up my mind, free cocktails and snacks, hang out with douchebags while being “on” or sober nite on the couch with canada’s next top model. i already rsvp’d. sigh.
i think my vice guide to ***** ********* might make it into the august issue afterall i just spent the last hour going through my archives for pictures.
my new thing is iced coffee, well it’s not new, just making it myself is.
it’s so dark out.
i think i’m pre-premenstrual when my mind starts functioning again i will let you know. that ad on the sidebar you should check it out i think i’m going to go to that outdoor art thing.
picture catch-up
oh fucking no.
yeah i don’t care if you got ‘em for free sj.
alright i will try them on to see what all the stupid fuss is about.
not revolutionarily comfortable you dinks.
here to justify wearing them i pretend to frolick in the garden.
nice vest.
a little bit ridiculous.
buddies.
lance romance.
big ups to rosemary.
burn.
guy time.
i don’t know about you but i am going places.
turn your speakers up
if these dont take you to the right video i will lose my fucking mind i don’t know what the hell is up with buzznet videos.
july 2006 archives continued:
how you go crazy.
dear downstairs foyer
i am a scary mean witch.
i’m funny, laugh.
sold that for forty bones.
free fone i am so high in that photo haha.
i went off zoloft this time last year.
my feelings aren’t hurt.
THINGS RAYMI LIKED IN A MOVIE THAT CAME OUT ALMOST TEN YEARS AGO.
fil thinks he owns this piece, how much would you pay for it? this post still has comments.
hating on fresh never gets old.
blow me joan rivers
my take on crocs
i’m a winner.
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land of talk, speak to me bones
*if someone knows how i can put links at the bottom of my blog to cycle back through pages like how perezhilton.com has 1 2 3 4 5 showing at the bottom of his blog, please tell me what to do. thanks.
busted neck
frisbee is the essence of life.
aw check out crutches
coulda been a lifeguard.
swear i haven’t been tanning in weeks get ready to see more of that hoodie.
haloscan is a bit off lately it seems, i appreciate your comments and sorry for the frustration, keep trying.
and check this out. don’t fuck with me, denver.
and earlier on sunday…
look at the bottle of vodka and look at the tiger shrimp, massive.
chicken on a can of brew.
i can see your vaginas.
juicy as hell best chicken of my life.
it’s mmmm o’clock.
oh hey, you’re still here i thought you guys left.
just causin’ some trouble on the qew you know.
afterparty
xenia got cardoored.
i have the spins here and in my head i am thinking oh fuck she’s talking look very interested.
the old gang <3.
lezbreath.
i still plan to make a movie about rogue bicycles that come alive at nite and roam the streets of toronto don’t steal my idea.
see? picture these guys chasing you down the street.
oh look, sj is talking, i am shocked.
yesterday was greasy dirtbag no shower day.
stop following me.
still my fave jew.
it’s le sook.
fil planet wasted.
hey guys is that a casiotone? plink plonk plinka plink pleenk plonk plink amazing.
normally i would regale you with all the sorts of stupid shit i was saying last nite but yeah, i won’t. i am glad fil fucked up too.
oh my, but, could it be, a pose?
jesus and the jew. shawn, jesus, owes me a painted room, cos he bet me that in the thriller video, that chick was michael jackson’s sister janet, so, michael was making out with janet, i said fine when you sober up go find out the truth and then paint my bedroom. five years later jeremy shares this with me. i have it on video.
your arm is very long.
your face being cut off was not a mistake.
cute.
same backpack.
fil carried those all the way home saying he would sell them on ebay or to samir.
i wanted to get in on this whole making “art” thing too.
abandoned nunnery canada day art show, no bigz.
whisper-talking. i produced the biggest loudest flatulence from across the street, nervous fart. it was long and loud and i am proud of it and laughing right now.
check the floaty shit in the air, safe.
i thought the one in the middle at first was feist.
then this, my guess is as good as yours.
maybe i am not intellectual enough. string on a floor is so noel.
this dude moaned a lot, turned out it was a girl?
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i swear the one on the left was sarah, i was wrong.
my favourite part was when i almost got slammed in the face.
art man it’s so, so, art, man, woah, yeah? yeah.
i guess having a chat with the girl upstairs?
party soldier down.
hey man it’s not MY week to clean it.
hi xenia.
stay tuned for more, we partied with sook yin lee!
funniest video bestest thing get out of my life if you don’t watch all of this right now.
thanks radmad.
lead me to the building fuck you.
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me: im horny come here and fuck me
it might be the energy juice and vodka talking
paris hilton drew this in jail
Phil: ha i have to crap
me: ok im not horny anymore
