we finally tried burrito fresh on bloor (across from the ROM pretty much, above that breakfast joint, same ownership i think)(that entire strip near avenue needs more restaurants) and loved it.
two brews and two massive chicken burritos for 26 bucks, before tipping, self serve too so you can eat and get the f outta there stat. for some reason sitting around after mexican is a bad idea, i need to run away and X-out the experience entirely lest my ass a’splode.
hey seth rogen i have a new movie plot for you: dude eats burrito, loves it, builds a time machine to go back in time and eat it again. right up our alley!
fil went on a hot sauce tour of the bottles on the table.
relax man.
my brother just called me (it’s his actual birthday today) cos he told his daughter (my niece, BINSK) that i (i know i said i would never talk about this again on my blog) met that dude from that movie based on that book that 9-40 year old chicks are insane for right now – her eyes bugged out of her head and she was silent for 45 seconds then demanded he call me. she was practically crying on the phone saying that’s so mean that’s so mean in the background (jealous) awww. i had to censor the story a bit (a lot) she said she is going to tell all of her friends at school now. my brother said ok use papa’s phone for that.
cid attacks me. fuh-kur.
cid thinks he’s better than me video feat. me. he yawns at the very end. thrilling.
cuckoobreath
man steph‘s couch better fit through the door or we’re fucked. now we just have the two leather chairs in the middle of this open space, officially that old couple with separate everythings cos we can’t stand each other haha.
i couldn’t even try half these bastards on properly as the security tag was attached to the top and bottoms so i had to get dressed all over again (one of ten million depressing/annoying things when it comes to bathing suit shopping) walk over to the lady who had asked me to hang everything up properly before bringing it back out again (duh)(which i did) then she wasn’t even there to give ‘tude to.
seriously how can that equal the following…
some complicated back strap ish.
i bought it.
dare i say looks better IRL? call me fat whatever i’m below 120lbs now and i’m 5’8 so figure it out. (preemptive snotty cos i know the nasty comments are on their way).
no matter how much of a skinny day you’re having you are still a cow in a bikini.
post vintage shopping we made a dash to the province booze store, WAY cheaper than the other stores. how many people do you think have put their mouths on that whistle?
oh conan.
i just reminded k on gchat about the goblets of whiskey/soda we were drinking and she had no recollection. she kept exclaiming that it was the BEST tasting whiskey (jamesons) ever and kept refilling. the bottle was finished by the end of the nite oh and our base was just chips mini chocolate bars and goldfish crackers, like, one thousand of them. beef jerky too.
not at all in order, flickr, this camera, i dunno what but it is starting to grind my gears big time.
smart move brad (nice stink-eye too). i can’t even remember what we did after this, did we go out, or this was the gibson party nite? fuck no wonder.
see billy bob down there (nice play on jian btw)(that guy hates me)(no idea why though because i am a total angel). i have a feeling radmad might have something to do with it, a very strong feeling actually.
what an awesome hair day that was ugh. we were starving so i just braided it. ps. i only had a teeny sip of that pukejuice.
keira had to navigate for the new bus driver (bus driver dramz).
HA ha. hey you guys this is my first day in my new leather-upholstered mansion come over! like when mc hammer went bankrupt and no one wanted to buy his $4mil marble decked-out palace. aw.
why’s there a picture of the queen on the bus, did she get a guitar too? or a piano?
nice.
i made some dawn of the dead reference that everyone ignored, how it felt apocalyptic in the bus with the windows shaded over. no one appreciates my obscure comparisons ever. you guys are dicks.
that shirt is an xs, a shrunken xs in fact, it’s like wearing a corset. sitting down in it is super flattering too.
dinner is served.
i think this was brad’s first bender nite.
more dinner. no wonder i felt fantastic the next day.
by the time i stopped talking long enough to make my way to the front to take some scenic navigatin’ shots we were already there. if you ever need some time killed fast just plant me in a chair beside you with a whiskey in my hand.
she learns quick.
aw fan fake-out. to be fair we did have one hockey playin’ country singin’ star on the bus with us. after that though it was just us dirtbag nobodies.
dinner chaser.
way subtle there guys. one mom came to the door and banged on the door like crazy and we all stood very still until she went away. does that even work? BANG BANG BANG come out tom cochrane i know you’re in there!
brad let these little guys on and their dads too (they won something or donated i forget) and you could see in the dad’s faces how like oh man glory days, eyes misting up, they were very nice and kind of awkward. i gave the boys a ton of chocolates, they started out with one and i said hey come back for more. when they got on at first one boy said IS NICKELBACK ON HERE another one goes MAYBE!
photo by the bus. aw.
protest.
we should have let them stand on the bus that would have been funny then blasted music louder than the megaphone to drown her out. KIDDING guys relax JEEZ.
brad goes out for a smoke then gets swarmed, his shyness is oft’ confused for aloofness and makes people think hey maybe he’s a rock legend somebody (well to be fair he fronts a really great band but i’m not sure about that bein’ somebody part ’til i get in on it) guy over his shoulder went on and on about his gibson guitar to the driver, so cute. i had to rescue brad.
ok so finally we get in there.
but then thanks to the magic craptacular of flickr are transported into the future again.
whatever brad.
check out tall guy. nice.
safety first! how many kids went out on their hockey skates wearing cowboy hats after this?
hi luke.
hollett on the scene, nicely healed up after the accident last year on the ice. they made him shake with whomever caused that, i have a video somewhere.
stupid order. we put wedding crashers on and guess who talked through all of it, NO not just me get out of town.
two doctor appointments in one day what fun! this is at the dermatologist for my second shoulder cyst laser blast/injection (of cortisone) and as he’s putting it in he says if this doesn’t work come back for another stronger kind. guy, why can’t you just do the stronger one now? oh right, you want more of my money of course. annoying. this is clearly the recovery room after tummy tucks and lypo and lifts, why else would it have a full length mirror?
my cyst doesn’t look bruised at all unlike the first time, they went soft on me purposely. i was pretty late for the appointment too cos my family doctor across town was late and then i had to sit for an hour on top of that for my turn despite being there for 1.5 hours.
meh anyway today’s a friday blap blap!
i forgot about that shirt, well it was on my mind recently like what the hell happened to it i mst have given it away but then it turned up at the bottom of my side dresser beneath it on the floor all dust-ridden. power of the mind, folks.
i wanted to wear something more ridiculous to freak out the squares but last minute decided to play it safe. next time, next time.
i had to make some minor (and way necessary) adjustments to this card.
he can give this to his daughter, or eat them whatever i bet they taste like garbage.
i gave him some kenneth cole cologne – passin’ on the free!
my brother and i had this as teenagers, it disappeared along the way, i found it for 2.99 at bmv a year or so ago and decided to pass it on. my brother is currently into re-collecting all the shit he pawned off for um, moonpies and penny whistles.
i guess you can say my drawing style is somewhat like judge’s. crappy sloppy on purpose, but gets the point across.
haha they might have a chance if the grass was sleeping.
i will reference insect court ’til the end of the earth. that butterfly is guilty of bike theft for landing on beavis’ seat.
haha nice one too bad wine isn’t carbonated, thanks for the glass of gingerale.
aw mocha (our family cat for 14 years) sniff.
broskies.
hey party demons!
papa’s snooker buddies were sitting at the table across from ours, when he strolled on in their eyes bugged out and one said we were wondering why you had all these girls huggin’ and kissin’ you. haha old people humour.
that guy loved me. and you. if you don’t like me or the camera why are you looking directly into it? yes i understand the concept of stink-eye but now you are on the internet.
before all that at the skid bar, favourite people watching post. we even saw wayne go by (classic ICE COLD BEER seller, was fired last year for serving someone who looked under 25, didn’t card him. natch).
fil looks naked here.
pitt’s a full-fledged d-bag now hey. cigars? really? how is it being a cuban any sort of excuse? that’s the same IT’S VINTAGE justification fur jacket dinks give you.
if you were there what was this all about? we rolled in just as this was speeding away (slowly).
i had this in my sights lined-up real nice and then the little girl looks up at me (not that little at all actually if you get my drift and you probably don’t cos you are a vindictive asshole) gets scared i say oh just taking a picture of your balloon then she cock-blocks it wtf little girl i have feelings!
no that’s not the big J on fil’s shirt, layne staley drew it, yes it’s likely a depiction of jesus but more importantly who cares?
i have this annoying routine – grow nails out, apply polish, let it chip, rip off nails, start over.
haha hi chick.
michel and his banker buddy were told straight off the bat to SIT DOWN with boatloads of ‘tude from behind us which is a big mistake with these guys as it provided them with immature fodder for the rest of the game. every time someone stood up they’d obnoxiously mockingly whine SIIIIT DOWN ugh. we were even given our own special extra security to sit on the step beside our row. not even kidding. pitt said i have turned 35 over nite cos i was tsking my balls off. yeah i need to lighten up i guess.
well to be fair at one point i wandered off and bought a t-shirt for myself and fil (he returned his) that’s when you know i’m ripped (at a show, anywhere), i go buy expensive merchandise i don’t even want then i come back all proud feeling like i did the most generous thing ever here you go a shirt you didn’t ask for i love you.
i feel like this right now minus the forced jaw-grinding smile.
watch out king shit is here give some respect man that is one genuine, real deal, old school fan and that’s not even his seat he just plowed on down and sat for an inning, no biggie.
flattering.
yeah yeah you get it.
howling hour at casey’s and my sweater matches the seat. they were not expecting the stampede of post game attendees. pitt had words with our waiter, i will leave it at that.
pornado topato. actually, tornado potato. there was no actual tornado this time around, just a bunch of chips thrown together in a big mess, and the dipping sauce wasn’t disgusting but it wasn’t not disgusting. i remember it being better last time though i might be referencing the onion dip from reposado.
here come a bunch of unnecessary shots of me figuring out a hat and my head, hair. complicated, apparently.
