ok i know you are all dying to know what course of action we took last nite so here it is:

i ate an egg salad sandwich on marble rye from starbuck’s while walking to the varsity to catch the 6.45 vip showing of ocean’s 13 which was garbage i thought and we shared combo 1, large popcorn and large coke and nibs which i purposely forgot, those little bastards are disgusting if you like nibs do not bother to read my blog anymore – and fil thought he ate most of it so he refused to eat anything else (didn’t eat dinner), fine, you are a skeleton anyway what does it matter if you eat 5 hamburgers. so then we walk back toward the annex to return little children which was due back last thursday i am not paying that fine i always pay it and as we passed tutti frutti i decided i needed to buy some candy on the way back from the video store, fil says i thought you didn’t have a sweet tooth no i don’t but the days i don’t drink it is instant in my brain that i need something sweet and then fil declares that he feels like we should be drinking beer on a patio and i sort of ignore him as he has toyed with my emotions like this before so i buy a huge bag of candy and fil buys some too and then we go to the beer station and i have two jameson’s (cheap!) and fil had this thai beer called singha (6%) and he got two free promo glasses that i shoved in my purse and we looked over the beer tour list you can win a cheesy jacket if you drink all 90 beers they carry. i felt that the bartender was flirting with fil a little bit but i kept my trap shut, we kept paying separately for our drinks and we typically aren’t all PDA with each other and we sort of look alike so people assume we are siblings, anyway, we left to have more drinks on pauper’s downstairs patio, i had two house reds and fil had i forget then we went home and tonite will be sober nite.

when are hell’s kitchen re-runs?

oh i gave the bartender some of my candy to get her to like me more i thought i was scowling too much and there wasn’t a conversation opener ever for me to make some phony flirty laugh noises so i just like barked at her to HAVE SOME CANDY then i felt like karla homolka cos i kept insisting that she have more.

oh when we got home fil threw a hundred dollars at me and called me a whore no he said here have some money you whore. ahahaha. it was my money so shut up everyone.

Phil: ha funny
she wasn’t flirting with me

me: but i kept it a secret cos i wanted to see more of it

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Hello friends,

a small troup of us got together and wore some tight clothing while singing along to a new arrangement of Queen’s “Somebody to Love”. The best part was that we taped it and put it online!

HERE.

It’s a little contest, so voting requires a log in, but that’s not going to stop us, now is it?

Feel free to pass it along to any friends looking for somebody to love as well. Enjoy.

Big hearts to all of you,

M

it’s amazing, wait for the cats part near the end my favourite!

tonite is sober nite should we see ocean’s thirteen or pirates or knocked up?

and should i eat a massive burrito for dinner or eat a XXXXXL bag of movie popcorn?

starvation is rotting my brain.

i am reading this book right now called the burn journals it is a memoir this guy douses his robe in gasoline and sets himself on fire in his bathtub and survives and the book is all about him in hospital recovering, it’s sad and funny there’s one part where he has visitors and they’re talking to him and his medication gives him wicked gas and they’re trying to be all serious and act like he isn’t farting and he keeps ripping farts for the rest of the chapter. woah the website has a photo gallery check it out. anyway he is not as hideous-looking as he describes himself in the book. lucky.

i can’t stop thinking about eating singapore vermicelli no wonder white people OD on chinese food we have no idea how to pace ourselves they bring you the big oval plate of your dish and a spoon meant for divying out portions as if that happens you will be lucky if i even let you have a bite.

today i am depressed.

so eyes wide shut was on saturday nite i of course stayed up til 3 watching it holy fucking long. the first time i saw it was with my parents in a movie theatre, awkward. i was 16. anyway, i wasn’t a blogger then, so there is no OMFG eyes wide shut post, til now eight years later.

what can i say that hasn’t already been said? that piano music when you are wasted at 2 in the morning is kinda nice like oh i should masturbate now or wait until the next totally ridiculous unrealistic nude scene happens? sorry nicole kidman you are not a believable stoner. i like how the high-society white dudes try to be all threatening by driving in slow-motion and passing tom cruise typed notes with his name on it, way to go kubrick that puny white guy in a trench coat on the street corner looking at me and crossing the street slower than molasses, wow, you frightened me i will get scared once i’m done blowing myself. this review is awesome.

oh and then after tom cruise does something bad he comes home and nicole has to tell him about her sexy thoughts about some other dude like it is his payment for being a douchebag lying cheatfuck.

then tom cruise goes to see that rich guy and is all tell me straight and the dude is like she was a hooker blah fucking blah most cliche scene ever oh wait here comes the requisite tom cruise freak-out yelling monologue!

and how about this tall drink of cocksucking underwear outfit kidman wears?

buddy tom, is there something wrong with your eyes? why go out to bang prostitutes when this is right under your roof? oh right the eternal search for MORE when you already HAVE EVERYTHING and it is PERFECT. fucking asshole.

oh right i forgot you are searching for meaning in your life sorry i asked jeez cos sneaking around a secret society orgy in a mask and cloak MEANS SO MUCH MORE ps way to get that hot body chick gang-banged you dink.

yawn.

i forget exactly the last line in the movie that kidman says something like we need to start fucking or we need to start doing a lot of fucking soon. worst ending ever.

then i went to channel four and partied with the late nite 1-900 number bitches, they have a new commercial now and this one sold into the sex-trade girl’s hair is longer and she has new clothes, i felt sort of proud of her like aw i am watching you grow single tear the other one’s faces are so incredibly busted i almost lost the will to finish myself off. i think they are hanging around the credit river for their little commercial.

oh man my brother is so fucked

may as well rip out all your hair now buddy good luck.

my dad looked at these on my camera and said oh no.

my grandma’s house is almost ready to be ‘dozed

the trees will be protected though right cos i have loads of memories of a tree. kidding. that house beside it used to be small, when it was sold the buyers said they wouldn’t demolish it, they lied.

le sigh. rip 1049.

no beach yesterday, it got grey and cloudy and sprinkled rain just as we were approaching one, so we went for a 4.5km forest hangover walk, and i was wearing the stupidest flip flops, genius. wait til you see the videos. oh and of coures patches of sun came through and it was super hot and did we bring water? no.

chippy

hangover forest walk

and so we make it to the waterfall”s”, underwhelming to be speaking generously. fil’s penis seeped over it of course cos there were some mill ruins i just partied on a bench and let my mind wander then got paranoid of forest rape.

yeah we walked all the way to the centre of a forest for a shitty waterfall so fil could read a plaque about it.

fil took some lord of the rings tit pictures i don’t feel right having them in a post where i am talking about my dad, my mom would though, she has no ethics.

fil’s flickr.

happy father’s day guy

i think about almost not having a father to buy stupid things for and it is not a good feeling. happy father’s day buddy, i love you!

hangover porn

best singapore vermicelli in all of toronto i would use it as lube.

fil gets these dumplings from spadina gardens all the time, it’s the spicy peanut sauce, tastes like peanut butter and jam to me.

and in keeping with the dinkhead personalised license plate theme:

wouldn’t you want to keep it on the d/l if you were a real samurai you know, element of surprise and all that?

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i just tried on all my bathingsuits and i am wearing the one i’ve had longest right now i am trying to get fil to drive us to a beach he says he doesn’t lie on beaches oh this is good to know almost three years into our relationship excuse me buddy i didn’t spend the last 3 or so months practising fucked up eating strategies and starvation tactics to lose 20lbs to NOT hang out in front of strangers all day in a tiny bikini.

HAHAHAHHAHAHHHA

there are infinity mindblowing pictures on my and fil‘s flickr i am too obese to blog them right now.

**BEST COMMENT THREAD STREAM**

Marketable Depression arrived yesterday morning. I read it in the evening. And I was amazed.

Thank you.

Inchy the caterpillar made me laugh aloud.

And if ever cried you would have had me at page 3. But I don’t. Oh, no, certainly not.

If I can find a more loquacious way of expressing myself … I’ll get back to you.

Thanks,

Stephen.

pulsefront TO my heartrate

fil’s heartrate

best thing all week.

kelly ripa is a monster and totally redeems herself.

the lighthouse guy was murdered here in the 1800s ask fil.

we are in a maze here and i am scared.

this guy rules.

testing the LEDs.

the maze

there you go you lazy dicks it will feel like you are going through a maze instead of sitting in front of your computers touching your balls all day long.

LED testing, most embarrassing narration evs.

we went to the island and i bought those redbull-sized cans of wine so the whole walking part wasn’t so boring i have a bullshit attention span like oh i’m still walking? my thighs are sore we walked almost the whole island despite fil saying no we didn’t fuck fil he thinks he knows everything. like this morning he rubs my leg and i tell him to stop he will rub off my tan and he tries to give me the what-for about how that isn’t possible WELL FIL YOU OBVIOUSLY NEVER HAD A FUCKING TAN BEFORE! after sitting in the tub for only a half hour if i rub my leg all this skin comes off. oh i think i got something from the tanning bed shut up don’t tell me i told you so, it’s a tiny red splotch on my stomache YES i laid down on my stomache i am going to the dermatologist next week anyway i have a thing growing on my shoulder that is probably cancer and now i have an std on my stomache for the dermatologist to party with whatever my body looks awesome i can handle anything as long as it’s not on my vagina. my mom thinks it might be a fungus maybe i’ll take a photo of it so you can all give me your freak me out diagnoses like when i mentioned my wisdom tooth dilemma remember how awesome that was yeah that was awesome.

anyway hi happy friday.

hey way to go you fucking penis.

oh jeez another winner.

leather jacket (way too hot for a leather jacket), hawaiian shorts, flaming yellow crocs, everyone’s on the scene tonite.