there are piles of my dirty clothes all over the place and it makes me feel so exhausted thinking about them, i don’t even have clean underwear. i just want to throw everything away. i started working on that script yesterday and then i put it in the mailbox, i hope it is still there.

go here and type in my blog url and see what shit looks like pirate style.

today we got slammered on the patio and then went crazy with fil’s engineer stamp all over each other and then got in a fight about it.

fil said that in most ways i have the maturity of a 12 year old boy cos i try and shower every other day only, sometimes every two days if my hair is looking awesome enough. he also said that it was cos i don’t know how to take care of myself and if it wasn’t for him i’d have hay in my hair and mis-matched clothes and this whole conversation began once he saw how much toothpaste i use, which is a gigantic dollop.

and of course this is coming from a guy so fucking anal that if you touch his towel before he’s finished showering, he won’t use it.

he says my clothes are never clean and i say well if i had a proper space to store them they wouldn’t be in a mountain on the floor and then it’d be easier to keep track of what was clean and what was dirty.

you should see fil’s closet, he’s like inspector gadget, colour co-ordinated t-shirts hung neatly it makes me CRAZY.

we went to the drive in last nite and saw the cave which is pretty fucking bad and then we saw the exorcism of emily rose which wasn’t too bad at all. we got trashed and i went pee a million times.

uhh.

ok i have to change the homepage to my blog now and then snoop through the cache. wheeeee.

coolness update: holy crap people look at the most boringest of online crap in this town. why can’t people look at sketchy shit like me.

coolness update deux: this lady just walked by and scrutinized my all bitches are cuckoo title and her eyes got all big.

ps. changing the homepage is restricted. i’m going to click on every single blog linked here then leave.

i am at an internet cafe and fil is eating a big sandwich and there is a man here across from me and it is like the first time he has ever used a computer before because he keeps slamming the keyboard really hard and his mouse and i think i am going to lose my mind if he doesn’t stop it. the guy seems to be really stressed out though i don’t know why.

yesterday at mel’s diner on bloor for breakfast me and noel and sarah had to share a table with this knucklehead and his friend and they were having the gayest conversation ever. they were saying stuff like “the organization” and “differentiating themselves” and “they’re boring that girl out” and the knucklehead was wearing a suit and he was complaining about some company that wasn’t calling him back and he wanted to volunteer for it and was willing to work for free and it was a company that recycles bikes for poor kids.

whatever.

when they first sat down the knucklehead was all braggy about bringing this guy to this diner and was like in montreal this play is so-so but here in toronto it is the greatest thing that has ever happened because it’s open 24/7 and my head almost exploded of rage and i wanted to call him a fucking liar and then he got mad at his friend for not ordering a sandwich WITH A PICKLE because he was worried about his friend missing out on pickles cos he no longer lives in montreal.

i was like SARAH EAT FASTER.

i was so mad and annoyed because there is nothing more irritating than some dink in a work suit who is unemployed who talks like he knows what is really going on in the city and where all the kids love to eat and then throws out terms like “the organization” like fuck, i’m hungover, go away.

this girl who works here at the cafe just said that she wanted to kill herself. alright, my kind of place.

yesterday fil identified with a minority at A&W when she sighed and said she was tired and he said, “I feel you.”

look julka made me a livejournal. raymisucks.

i finally picked up all my shit from my place downtown and my cousin completely trashed the room and upon moving in he had the audacity to ask me if i was clean. anyway i got my longboard back so now i don’t have to sit around being 200lbs anymore.