i love this girl. it was her birthday yesterday. here’s a bunch of things you haven’t seen or may of heard about before but mainly it’s for her. in a subtle way she changed my life. props on that.

dressing up fancy for the legion masquerade.

here she is owning me at foosball. she’s had more practice. i used to be alright at this. kinda majorly lying right now. i mean i used to be good at fluking it. how i get thru life basically.

i would fight a ninja for that right now.

they said i brought the emo with me. people who indulge you in your humour and dumb jokes are the best people there are. never lose them.

hi-tech.

not cheap.

so worth it.

GAH! thurston followed us for a bit to outfox a fox. true story. this cat is probably smarter than you city slickers.

high art. carhole art. speaking of, this is how you carhole jam. hang tight ’til the end haha.

so wasted, such good people. you know what’s awesome? NOT being in the city for long stretches and not caring about shit you thought was supremely important at one point in time.

though, it’d be nice to be 20 again.

what a loud evening hahaha.

that’s the man you can thank/blame everything for.

root beer schnapps frosty beers my face just salivated.

bacon vodkas. these kids, these skidly kids took care of raymi. here’s us making the bacon vodka can’t wait for foodies to be up all over my youtube vid. we watched a tutorial of a buncha geeks doing bacon vodka shots and whining about it. wtf guy, booze is a skill.

seriously the best caesar you will ever have. here’s what i said on youtube about it: kinda gross eh but kinda amazing once you drink it in a BLT (bacon lettuce tomato) caesar when you’re hung/drunk/givin’er in Thunder Bay. to make: pour bacon grease in mason jar of vodka, let room chill a bit before placing in freezer or whatever place it right in, next day pour thru coffee filter, removing fat from vodka. make a caesar. you’re welcome.

happy birthday gorgeous one, free spirit most genuine girl who constantly blows my mind. miss you. i love makin’ you laugh omg gay freefall…………

boogie town.

i arrived skinny. that’s my airplane shirt. then the day i left i got skinny again. being a woman, fluctuating bloat is such a thrill. eating and drinking like a wild animal helps tons.

she wore that shirt the day we first met. i think i briefly wore that one too before i had to change seven more times. another “thing” of mine steph patiently tolerates.

getting there. belt needs colour and i think some silver all around to jazz it up. looks good where it’s hung beside this huge old diesel mural i’ve held on to since 2004. had two of them, one i put up on my old wall when i was living with my dad and when i got home it was taken down. too much for that room maybe?

here’s the photo i jacked off google to draw by.

see now that stupid branch makes sense. idiot.

deleting from desktop ahhhhhhhhh release.

i have ten pictures of madonna (as evita) waiting to be chiseled down some, commissioned painting since forever when now? don’t worry sheena.

something to aspire to. just watch this right now. so infectious.

well that can’t be topped, today’s a bust. why even bother?

painting my finch canvas, feel pretty underwhelmed by it. un-blowing your own mind, humbling. i’m so dying all over myself for these awesome rad paint skills right now! more coffee stat.

pumpkin pie brownies i got a teeny taste of.

those cupcakes were gone in seconds. don’t intend on having one of your own if you attend a baby party.

wow. i guess this is what happens when you read my blog for 7 years. v flattering, thanks lisa.

i made this for you. i hope you like. the quality is kind of shitty, because i had to keep compressing. anyway, you’re a doll. Happy Tuesday to you.
xox

gahaha so hard trying to watch it with a straight face. you’re the best lisa! that’s so touching.

so the naybe kids aren’t gonna be fucksticks any longer now that they got a good eyeball on the new chick next door and how lamely she boards the cul-de-sac infinitely leagues and leagues of awesome she is.

i definitely feel very teenagery again. regression, enjoy it for what it is, when it is.

the inside of a jacket of mine.

word i ate that shit.

happy thanksgiving, scoundrels.

have you ever had an eleven year old make you feel like a total slob before and terribly under-dressed? well done, girl.

love these goblets could write sonnets for these wine goblets. very dr. seuss they are.

family artifact.

little hipster on our hands here.

old man boots pure danger on a longboard. better than pointy patent flats i guess.

goin’ for it.

my aunt mentioned once wanting to paint that. she considers if a piece of art, work of art? hey thanks all the same.

go dad.

then my brother and hailey spazzed out with my camera for a bit.

and drew me as girl beavis/butthead?

nothing changes.

knew right off the bat i’d beat him, why do people fall for the corner trick all the time? dad, that sucked. oh look, someone made a note of it. perfect.

photos of the feast coming shortly. it’s a holiday up in here, time to hit the pavement doing my favourite ‘burbian thing i’m too anxious to do in the city. longboard. you can throw some bets down on whether or not i actually leave the house today.

my mom gave me a bag of cast-off clothing, wait’ll you see these bret michaels rock of love jeans holy shit get ready to howl.

canadian electronic monopoly anybody?

sorry no newds dewds.