took us a few to get the wheel spinning, it was jammed or they are weaklings and i wasn’t any help as i was filming it but once it got going oh man, it goes.

after this ride my eyes were twitching in my head and i couldn’t make them stop, just had to give it time. the feeling you get in your stomach gives you the giggles. fun day. there’s no way fil could handle it, the barrel ride, he doesn’t do spinny. he went on the swan boat ride with sass though haha zoooooom zzzz and sass put up some niece hang time pics up on her blog. here too. i took the day off yesterday, killer week so zonked. i’ll get some goodies up once the coffee hits.

(yes i wore that dress two days in a row)

canceling out the tomboy of the last post SEE i can be a girl!

yesterday i was a zombie. menses attack, so tired in the face.

how do you walk in these things britt? my second right toe curved completely to the right and folded under the other toes ack.

here’s an outfit NOT to wear on queen street. ever. and especially not to the bovine. i never wear these chuck taylors but for some reason decided yeah these are my queen street shoes for sure good thing everybody else got that fucking memo. ugh.

bloods or crips, haven’t decided yet. you’ll be the first to know don’t worry.

when dave showed up also wearing plaid we were really depressed for ourselves.

brad’s other band (great diviners) played the bovine monday nite. pretty decent. it would be more decent if i were in it though.

don’t enjoy yourselves too much now girls!

much better.

sea of people. dave’s in there. i like how people feel perfectly ok about having a scream conversation right by your ear but the moment you turn around to get passed them and dare nudge by they give you the dirtiest of looks. hey how would you like it if i fell into you and we all went down like dominoes, no? k fucking MOVE then.

went for a stroll cos i was not the only one feeling the claustrophobia effects. dave brought his bike in from the burbs on the back of his truck. on our way back he rode my peewee bike and had a bit of trouble mastering the (non) brakes. i made him practice on some side streets a bit, no no you have to anticipate the stop see you want to brake up ahead that means you have to start pumping the pedal backwards RIGHT NOW unless you want coast through a red light into an intersection.

karate kid can suck my ass.

a closer look for those in the cheap seats.

so hardcore i know a graffiti wall, watch out, on the scene, takin’ names, gonna destroy this town.

beautiful bike.

when i was a kid i thought the bovine (from the outside) was a truly scary place like EW this is what toronto is like, total underground and people have knives in there and syringes and fluorescent hair omg and tattoos all over, like pirates.

lets get a better look at you.

someone takes care of their own.

allison has moved back to town.

she’s always dressed to kill.

it’s nice that renita drew a picture of herself and TATTOOED IT ON TO MY ARM. we’re working on a flower piece for my right forearm.

ten thousand chick readers of this blog have crushes on brad.

too bad he’s taken now. wow SO didn’t see this one comin’ dudes! my mind is blown what’s next, hamburgers eating people?

what’s up adam ya rapscallion?

claire looked super fine monday nite. love that dress.

haitham is having a housewarming party the same day allison is having one (it’s not for weeks but apparently the date can’t be changed?) so they were hatin’ on each other quite a bit to movie proportions, haitham’s like the only rule is don’t bring anything. i told that to allison and she’s all don’t bring anything to mine either! what is this bride wars i love it!

in case you forgot i am a zany number.

to the max!

i tried to take off that sombrero to wear for my pretend double keyboard performance but it was hot glued to the mannequin and a guy came out the back looked at me and shook his head then disappeared.

so i just blogged about it instead. DEAR INTERNET I AM IN THIS TOTALLY WACKY BAR RIGHT NOW YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT THERE ARE LIKE ALL THESE THINGS STUCK TO THE WALLS IT’S LIKE A GARAGE SALE GARBAGE DUMP LIKE THE ONE IN LABYRINTH OMG GOTTA GO SOMETHING TOTALLY WILD IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW THEY’RE PLAYING OLD MOVIES FROM THE 60’S BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR THEM BECAUSE OF THE LIVE MUSIC I TOLD YOU THIS PLACE WAS WACKY!

hot dress.

mmm soap condiment.

time for more irony at the ossington.

claire i love hanging with nudists you’re awesome!

fog machine gathering.

pretentious is my favourite.

at this point i wanted to go home but i listened to the majority vote.

haha brosz7. always talkin’ shit. always talking.

ok do they show intervention here or is that just a clever name as intervention airs mondays? either way i approve.

k bye now kinda phoned the rest of this one in eh.

ooh here comes the sun how pleasant!

here’s a few me’s from tiff’s photos.

oh my god i hate myself.

barf.

dragged my mom and niece all over the city yesterday afternoon, apparently it wasn’t “real” enough for them. uh guys this is how real toronto people live and this is where they go. one stop on the raymi express was this cute little shop in koreatown where the proprietor is insane(ly awesome!) and a clever salesman.

cannot wait to have a house there will be an entire room filled to the tits with this shit.

the guy pulls out a jar of these and gives us each one and i’m like oh yeah cute and he mimics swallowing it so i go to pop it in my mouth and he freaks NO NO not to eat! so he opens one and there’s a little scroll inside with a metal ring around it (you’re supposed to write a message to someone) so i put it in my purse and he’s like no no not for free. guy, why did you give me this then? he let me keep mine, i’m going to write a message on it for my niece. “sorry the long walk i took you on sucked” love aunty lauren.

pickin’ out nail polish.

OOOOOOOooooooooooooooooh.

um as if i’m not buying this.

hailey wants the coke one. her birthday’s just around the corner too. i tried to impress upon her the fact that maybe she REALLY wanted the pink one. no dice.

cut through christie pitts on our way to wychwood park and my mom proclaims they are used to parks and grass, that’s boring, they want lights, action. um ok but it’s daytime. they went to yonge/dundas square last nite.

see there you go you wouldn’t find that in your precious yonge dundas sqaure area.

lucky houses. last year or the year before fil and i saw a huge tree down in this area, something about the higher ground maybe?

if anyone wants to hang with my niece and i tomorrow get at me – hotel party – no parents!

before we went out to brad’s show last nite dave mentioned that my xmas tree ornaments weren’t to scale (just you wait til i post all of his MINIS) so we did this little side-by-side. click for larger photo of the beer can to ball ratio comparison.

one more for good measure. here‘s a better enlarged shot.

this is the ancient beer opener i found on sunday.

cool no?

time to get dark!

second cemetery hang this season and not a soul around.

little background on that shirt. it’s an h&m (you see girls all over wearing it) size 12 back during raymi fat tour, even then it was too big i just bought everything big to shock and awe distract from what was goin’ on in the midsection. ugh sob. anyway, it’s a tent on me now so i belted it voila, whole new shirt. it’s like i am like a fashion expert or something yeah what with all these total insider tips.

then dave arrived and we went on a little exploration down this hill where old mill ruins were and i made tons of jokes at he and fil oh hey guys look at this i think it was attached to a tree at one point yeah, maybe, i think it’s a…PINE CONE! i did find a totally ancient beer bottle opener though, so old it looks like a paint can opener. i’ll post a pic later don’t have much time now.

shopping cart up in the tallest tree ever. the guys (fil) thought the tree had grown with it in it. pfft right. i say someone launched/sling-shot it from the top of the hill.

fil got a good picture of me standing beside this tree and you can see both the cart and i, pretty funny.

i picked that tuborg green beer cos i thought it would actually be green. or ethical. it’s neither.

this gravestone was weird, took a pic of the daughter beside her too, a picture of a picture of her and a stuffed homemade bear and a cat and the cat is mentioned on the gravestone and this woman’s whatever she’s holding is mentioned too. cuckoo. i’m happy people stopped taking photos OF the dead in studio portrait style a long time ago. creeepy.

see?

at this point fil tells his irish historical graveyard story for the billionth time. it’s so old that bone fragments have come up through the earth and you can see them.

this one is sooooooo going on flickr omg you guys.

diggin’ the celtic medieval thing here.

“death is but a covered way which opens into light” huh what? see that weed baggy in the foreground, good blaze spot no?

tons of mothers all over this place.

guess this guy didn’t really get ahead in life. dad that one’s for you.

this is why we’re fat. most amazing chips ever thanks brosz7 he went on a herr’s messageboard yesterday to discuss these chips omg apparently there’s a philly cheesesteak flavour that tastes like you just ate a philly cheesesteak sandwich and i believe it as the bbq ribs ones are dead on, you cannot stop eating them. you’ve been warned. look at us the next day we went back and bought six more bags! (we put one away)

a little disappointed based on how much brosz7 was hyping the authentic ketchup flavour, they’re pretty good but no, not exactly like heinz ketchup. bbq ribs are still winning.

first 649 ticket i ever bought. when i was a depressed loser at 20 i used to buy super sevens on the frequent, won zippo. the nite before each draw i’d lie in bed thinking man, everything’s going to be ok from now on hahahhaa. fil says super sevens are a waste cos you need to match 7 numbers, with 649 it’s only 6. good point. anyway, 4 numbers ($78 bones) on my first try! i thought it would have been more and for the rest of my shower yesterday you bet your ass i fantasized about a big ole bag of money.

one of the pairs of shorts i feared had been ruined last week. don’t kill yourself until you give ‘em a wash ‘n dry. there’s not much material left in the crotch area but other than that, passable.

see? no that ain’t balls, just my impeccably toned and curvaceous AYSE made more apparent by tan lines and possibly bending over like so.

um yeah hi. how can you hate anybody in a bun? i dunno why but you just can’t. also i get carded all the time when i bun it out. maybe cos they think i’m on my way to ballet class and only four year olds take ballet.

i really miss dance maybe this winter i’ll get out some stir crazy in classes.

can you picture me in a leotard awkwardly spazzing around the room dance-face supreme. (notice the pile of hippie bags on that chair? there’s like 30 of them STOP LEAVING THEM HERE BROSZ7KOWSKI)

then fil can go back to his mafia wars in peace. (thanks brosz7 for getting him into that you asshole).

amy winehouse ‘rexic much holy stick limbs ha. i’m cleaning up i swear.

then my necklace busted. COOL.

it will be fixed it’s ok. (it’s not ok).

yes, quite pleased with these little shorts i am.

i wish i didn’t add that stupid branch. this is a finch. it has a frame i’ll have to figure out how to mount it permanently in, keeps popping out.

new delicious discovery. i LOVE anything remotely coffee-flavoured, especially ice cream (yogurt) and chocolate, (pot of gold i am comin’ for you) or any kind of truffle mm mmm yes. someone needs to clean the freezer.

less fattening even than the chapmans yogurt plus.

now in the not delicious department… i was actually trying to get a somewhat attractive glamour shot.

some hippie forgot their cucumber.

WINNING!

summer glisten what’s up! yeah it’s a bit much but just wait til winter white face so enjoy this now.

we biked home from supermarket friday nite, why i’m so glowy. they stamped everyone on the patio just before we got there so you had to pay $5 to get in, then fil went back and they let him in free but made our friend justin pay ten? fucking scoundrels. then when we left i wanted to use the bathroom, the chick was like i need to see id, so i go back through patio fighting smoking hipster turds, retrieve id, show it then the chick says she has to hold on to it while i go to the bathroom, wait why? in case i totally lose myself in the scene and decide to fuckin’ giv’er on the dance floor til last call? you blew it supermarket, i’ll still eat your food but not goin’ back to hang at nite peace. while i understand you have tons of young people there fucking it up for the rest of us, i really do not tolerate bossy pointless rules. i had to hold in my pee the entire time why would i pay just to use the bathroom?

crapattackz is still in full-effect sons!