here we go again. friday internet sucks and i just made it suck more, de rien.

OZZY soaks us.

sigh, drunk history

dear raymi who the fuck do you think you are?

yesterday was fully a stuff white people like day, sundays, walks, nature, torturing your children with all of the above.

le fart

that’s like punching out a librarian.

loblaws sent me a ten dollar gift card from the wood i found in my spinach. that’s it!? what about my tv spot and trip to bermuda? cheapskates.

unlike this totally eloquent post that should win a literary award

and hey look you gothy little shitbags, coffin pool!

both times it made me feel like feeding myself a burger, then burgers, then boogers, then booger from revenge of the nerds.

if i wanted to look like everybody else, i would look like everybody else.

britt’s bday dinner.

don’t worry, these chats are incredibly long winded and pointless.

oh hai it’s me at barely 21

here’s a few excerpts from an article what a journalism student did on your hero recently

so if you want to come hang or stare at me from a dark corner of the room while i’m at the bar being bitchy and irritable come out.

yeah t3 always makes you kinda queasy, t3 + barf milkshake = spewiest idea yet.

i feel destroyed right now anyway as yuje!

saegbweliguweoghewgldshl’

badonka much?

i get tired of having to find an inner sanctum within myself not to upset the herd, standing really still and looking like you aren’t enjoying yourself takes a grand effort.

fred perry shoot

how offensive is this? oh it’s ok cos it’s high-end?

glowering at you through the window from the back seat.

port dover, where the folk come to sit in their minivans and stare at seagulls and water and drink tim horton’s zzzzz.

surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!

the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.

i almost blew my head off from listening to fil and broszkowski discuss their fucking cameras all goddamn day/nite long, it is even boringer than listening to samir and fil discuss motorcycles, which makes my eyes glaze over like an opium pipe packed to the gills.

now i get what all you’ve been nagging about re: this exercising shit.

total office affair goin’ on here, she’s early 20’s, he’s a billion, and it’s 11 at nite, at a casey’s, come on people!

omgZlolZrofl!

white people vs. live music in toronto.

i look like a muppet.

some redonk.

fitness chat with alicia.

nachos sans nachos.

i saw avril lavigne last nite.

oh look it’s me at ANOTHER SHOW

one thing about exercising that’s fun, is coming up with more and more retarded outfits to sweat to.

on the couch right beside us and we had to act like it wasn’t at all awkward.

lesbians eat yogurt

earth hour

pure ray caesar <3 though my drunkaoke 25th birthday party.

prezzies from you lezzies.

matt finally took his canon away *sniff* but that’s ok i’m finally making use of the back-up miranda so generously gave me i think the megapixels are even higher than matt’s and that camera was a sweet ride. also this means there’ll be more raymi retard videos (sick dude!) cos the sound on this new guy is louder (i could never properly figure out the other camera, way too many bells and whistles that) and while i hate change eventually i’ll learn this camera inside and out and be rockin’ man i felt like such a geezer last nite FIL HELP ME FIGURE OUT THIS HERE TECHNOLOGICAL DEVICE PLEASE DEAR.

we watched changeling, it was stressful, disturbing and sad. there is one terrible actor kid near the end ugh drama class much? angelina’s performance was alright though i can’t help but feel like there was a little brad sprinkled onto some of her mannerisms and she was so basically just playing herself, not many hours spent developing the character but what do i know, i couldn’t act my way out of a wet paper bag.

deericious soup i made yesterday.

**REMINDER** tonite my dad’s band (Dr. Robert) is playing at the slye fox in burlington. they go on after the dinner rush, say 9/9.30 it should be a good time oh and no funny business either my bro and his thugged-out friends will also be there heheheh. maybe if they’re blasted enough i’ll get up and sing. who knows.

i saw a girl wearing flats yesterday WITHOUT SOCKS OR ANYTHING and a normal looking winter outfit, jeans jacket backpack etc but like satin joe fresh flats with porcelain veiny shocking white skin sticking out way too much so and i could tell in her face she was like woah, this was a bad idea. she was pullin’ some sort of robot hustle. in summation, yesterday was not at all warm enough for sockless flats.

oh and guess who is never having vodka shirley temples ever again?

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the intensity of these shots will make more sense another day. oh but if you were wanting to road test a v shirley make sure you have a good base that does not primarily consist of HOT salami. sugar hangover plus fire bathroom trips ahh man, cool story. yesterday’s hair did not rule. it slayed actually.

one of us got totally lifted last nite while one of us did not. you can guess which one that was.

so the thing fil did was uhhm err, ride the gibson bus (awesome) to hamilton (um lesser so) to shoot (wicked for portfolio)….nickelback. i ducked out last minute. i thought it would be a good experience for the sake of um stories, but in the end reason prevailed and i passed. maybe next time. you know how i get moody the second i’m not enjoying myself so yeah all in all it was a good choice. matt and i played mariokart and gossiped then played katamari and gossiped and before we knew it his alcohol level fully eclipsed that of my own and i was feeling like an astrophysicist so it was time to pack’er in. we were going through butchie‘s archives and matt was laughing so hard he cried but was mostly disturbed, disgusted and confused. brilliant. oh yeah someone actually googled “brosz7kowski” to try and figure out who this fuckin’ joker is and it brought ‘em back here ahha burn.

brb buds.

me: someone googled ‘brosz7kowski’ to find out who you are

me: i felt totally sobes in comparison