because craig admires fil oh so much… scroll for it.
Hey Raymi,
You don’t know me, but I’ve commented on your blog a couple times. I live with Craig and I was gonna put your painting of Phil in one of my blog posts, but I just wanted to make sure that it was cool with you. The picture has a prime spot in our new place, and I kinda sorta really wanna bust Craig on his man-crush as I usually do.
So let me know if it’s ok, or tell me to fuck off if it’s not.
Love the blog, by the way. And I’m entirely jealous of your hair.
i blended the gay strawberries with a few plops of icing sugar and white wine, so good. for the egg whites i used the remainder of that thai yellow curry and some hot sauce, also fantastic. skipped on the green salsa, too many flavours going on and also it is kinda crap, quite pickly, not enough heat.
come party with my fat water retaining pig pants nite!
feeling it.
this is the part when i wanted to die.
RESCUE ME!
i told fil if he bought me a whiskey i would dance, even after downing it i still wasn’t in dance explosion mode, kinda hard tunes to groove to and sometimes the shy just takes over.
fil is in love with this shirt, brings out his inner-perv. anyway we went to lee’s last nite to see the ethers (amazing!) and before that some shit band that cleared out the already cleared out room, ugh brutal doesn’t even cover it. so it was still pretty dead once our buddies hit the stage i wanted to dance up front to make it seem more full, but no one in our party was down, well not exactly true, some people were dancing but not my kind of dancing where i dance alone and try and look as retarded as possible but with irony, i dunno, it backfired and i felt like i looked like my mom the entire time, so awkward. it was just for the last song. fil has a slew of pictorial evidence i can’t wait to cringe over.
before all that we picked up steph and brought her to the burbs, fil scheduled a haircut, yes he’s one of those has to drive to the edge of the world to their dentist/doctor/hairdresser types. steph gave me TWO pairs of old lady glasses! what a girl.
steroids much?
we went to the arms to kill time during that ridiculous downpour, all of which funneled itself onto my fucking soul from just dashing car to bar, steph choked and lingered way too long under the awning where all the tropical buckets of rain were sloshing the most she’s like WHAT DO I DO i’m like OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! so we had wine and a shot of ‘shclager to warm up cos i was seriously convulsively shivering and that weird thing when i lose circulation happens so my fingers lose blood, all colour, albino fingers, and go numb and steph was sopping wet head to toe. we also had spinach and artichoke dip.
fil’s babe cut.
loves hangin’ with the estrogen.
finally, someone loves me back!
cellphone sticker i stuck on my boot.
dead.
wicked dead, saturday nite shows are pretty much guaranteed to be a bust.
hi laura!
matt do you want to see mudhoney?
oh and it was so chilly out last nite we wore jackets and i brought my toque, i know, it’s bleedin’ august!
JUST RELAX YOUR FUCKING FACES OFF FOR A SEC AND I’LL BE RIGHT DOWN TO PULL IT OUT OF THE WASHER MYSELF YOU PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE WEEKEND KILLJOYS WHOSE LIVES REVOLVE AROUND LAUNDRY THE ONLY REASON WE ARE DOING IT TODAY IS COS FIL IS OUT OF UNDERWEAR EVEN THOUGH HE HAS TEN MILLION PAIRS!
normally i never allow weekend loads cos it forces you to stick around a couple extra hours.
