thanks pitt for a fabulous nite that ended in me and fil fighting instead of just going home when we should have, ha, looking at these pictures right now combined with the gut rot i have, i feel like barfing. no more shitty sports bars!

hahah

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!

pitt insisted on eating my hot pepper, and fully regretted it. can you say spicy spew?

makeup malfunction, no matter i was the only good looking chick in that fuckin’ place.

classy i know right? the bartender said i could not take a backed chair from the bar to our little table, i said uh are you serious? (our table’s proximity to the bar is that of pitt’s height, short, short proximity ok, (i have ALWAYS done this in the past before no problem) so this dude instead of being concerned with the comfort of the paying customer WHO IS THERE he is focusing on the “MAYBE” customer WHO NEVER SHOWED. about 8 backed chairs remained empty at the bar for the majority of our time at the loose moose, when finally i passive aggressively switched one with my stool (my ass is still hurting) and the dj saw and likely told on me, when i went to the bathroom i told fil that if he takes it back ask for the bill immediately and yes i am making it a “thing” – sitting on a stool in a crappy sports bar with crappy booze selection, prices, and food, does not encourage me to stay very long or even enjoy myself, take a note of that fuckface bartender.

cos it isn’t, but my dumb video on youtube came back so my fight with youtube is over, that is all.

working out sucks!

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

ha sweaty stinky greasebag.

Leslie: are you joking? rowing machine?
fyi, you are going to put on 1-2 pounds a day in nola

me: omg
i also worked out on a shitty exercise bike
and stared at my ugly face in the jazz mirror
and fat arms

Leslie: you are seriously obese and gross. maybe you should just kill yourself
weirdo. stop obsessing

me: yeah maybe ill drown myself in the mississippi

Leslie: poetic!
it’s super muddy though
you might choke before you drown

me: ill put rocks in my pockets and just walk in
like jane austen

Leslie: …i’m visualizing…

me: wearing a dress that a crazy lady would wear in the wicker man
buttoned up to my neck

some more pics on my flickr from friday if anyone cares.

emilio attempts to defend the scarf/t-shirt combo.

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. they made absolutely zero effort to discuss anything other than speed lighting, batteries, shows, all that garbage, when there was a lull in conversation it’d be like so….back to cameras.

um yeah, you have nothing to worry about there.

spring cleaning here i come.

like, next week or something.

dinner and some hangin’ at the sharpies/samirs/samerin ungh so many names!

bizo was into partying, way more sociable these days, the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.

not so smart now are ya bizo?

back-up.

turn down the bonding a notch please i’m trying to watch superbad over here.

dericious dinner.

tilapia.

cheesy italian wine we bought for their surprise engagement party, not bad, though hard to tell cos their wine fridge was cranked and everything tasted the same to me, arctic wine.

finally!

it was really hard to capture this boring kodak moment.

bizo’s like nice waistline what are you a pre-pubescent gymnast?

ok fine bye.

hahahhahaha

i almost cut off my thumb sat’nite while slicing up apples at samir/sharpie’s, it wasn’t until i got to the very last slice that the knife whipped through the end of my left thumb, i stopped it just in time of it completing it’s tour through my fingernail. i was also baked. then i thought how embarrassing, and they’re going to think i got blood all over their apples, also, i was trying to surprise everyone, surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!

my hair is soooooooooooooooooooooo dry. i gave it a cut last week and since then it seems even drier what gives. i hope i can salvage it.

i’ve been transcribing my journal into book all day and feeling like a loser cos the majority of the entries take place in bars or nauseous on the bathroom floor at 3am (not even from the booze) i also feel fat cos i’m pre-pre-menstrual and i had some cookies saturday nite, actually the entire weekend was kind of over the top consumptionville. no more meats and cheeses! or shitty champagne!

that’s all.

yeah right like you believe that.

the only yes.

this one’s a NO.

tempting, but no.

now for sunday drive…

i played a game with myself of trying to spot as many miserable easter drive families trapped in their cars as possible.

several restroom breaks for me yesterday.

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

disgusting, way to go port dover, why is it unsurprising that the simplest of minds spring from small towns?

i told fil i would forgo showering just so he wouldn’t do the laundry, yes let me tell you how this adds up. i view laundry as the dungeon master that holds you in its dungeon for 2 hours and you can’t go anywhere or do anything and not like i would even use those 2 hours productively anyway just the thought that i can’t do anything but wait ‘em out paralyzes and turns me into a sucky baby in jogging pants no no I’LL do it tomorrow by myself i promise! he’s like well you take a long time to get ready so i may as well do the laundry i’m like no i won’t see not showering today, there, decided!

what if i wanted to go on a long whimsical walk to the movie store and have a tan (like i’m allowed to do that during fil time!) and go for a drive RIGHT NOW, we wouldn’t be able to cos the clothes were in the dryer.

another thing that grinds my gears is the car wash, but you guys knew that already. i think i’m scarred from childhood, my dad taking me or my brother to the (diy) car wash, the unlucky one got to hang in the car reading a comic book or magazine that was purchased for us just for this event, while the other kid got to go to the mall with mom and possibly get candy and toys! wtf! so yeah, i think about that when fil makes us do the car wash on sundays, no! my time is wicked precious i canNOT do this. it makes me feel trapped and hyper, here’s a tip parents, if you want to punish your child, take them to the car wash, during winter, spend an hour lovingly soaping up your car while the little asshole freezes in their winter coat with the heat off (exhaust fumes, bad for the environment to keep it running obvs) glowering at you through the window from the back seat.

what else is a time waster, ungh, anything having to do with cleaning.