oh last nite when i was walking to meet ber i saw this crazy lady lob an empty yogurt/drink bottle into the street and i waited til i was out of striking distance before i said anything this is what i said WHY WOULD YOU LITTER LIKE THAT? and she goes COS I LOVE IT WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT BITCH!? and i knew immediately she was crazy, she was wearing metallic fuscia lipstick so i screamed out YOU ARE DISGUSTING in a way that made her know that she is filthy scum and what she did was also disgusting and she goes WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT BITCH SUCK IT FATTY BITCH BITCH BITCH and i screamed out even louder YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING and everyone around me cheered and agreed somewhat but i kept walking away as she was yelling and standing half in traffic wtf?!

why do these encounters happen when i am sober and alone if at least one person was with me i would have the courage to do something more like pick up her bottle and throw it in her face. anyway the moral of the story is: bitches wearing fuscia lipstick standing in traffic high on shit, crazy as fuck and in their mid-forties, aren’t worth getting rabies over.

also, it was the way she threw the bottle that pissed me off most, she threw it like she was making a statement to which i don’t know but it was like i am the boss of bloor street fuck this yogurt bottle. by the way who the hell drinks yogurt? um, barf.

TWO YEARS AGO TODAY

my friend the jesus is awesome, he got punched in the face by a bunch of ginos and had to call the cops on his own house party and he was all bleeding by the time this girl he liked showed up to the party and he was like, yeh.

here is a saturday homework assignment for yousall go to beirut‘s myspace, listen to Mount Wroclai and after you have finished crying to how beautiful it is, try and figure out the lyrics i’m having trouble discerning them what with the guy’s voice being all bwaaall braaaa cwlyyyy etc. also listen to postcards from italy v. v. pretty song but i don’t need the lyrics for that one they’re already listed on the internet.

after pitt’s wedding back at the hotel chad and fil and everyone else were rocking out to zeppelin and i turned it off and put this on and no one dug it i gather raging drunks aren’t into accordians, losers.

anyway i think beirut is music to run in slow-motion through falling autumn leaves by oh and wearing long knit scarves and a golden retriever is at your heels smiling happily EXCUSE ME SOMEONE PUT GAY IN MY ESPRESSO!

more me pictures on fil’s radtacular ball tingling blog!

last nite was awesome me and sarah danced and danced with old guys in leather jackets in a tiny ethiopian restaurant while noel and fil chatted and fil accused this woman of stealing his wallet but she didn’t hear him and he looked down and realised that his wallet was actually in his right hand so she goes what? and he says uh hi my name is fil i just wanted to introduce myself.

haha.

sarah’s wicked games

bye sarah i will miss you come back soon!

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY

time to get il.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO MY CONVERSATIONS ON GCHAT WHEN I SIMULTANEOUSLY DOWNLOAD AN ARCHIVE FROM MY BLOG FROM ANY MONTH IN 2006:

me: mungobah doesnt believe that his jong il picture on his blog inspired my drawing
AND he hasnt seen my drawing either
this means he does NOT read my blog

Phil: i thought you posted it

me: yeah
hence me saying
“this means he does NOT read my blog”

Phil: rightright
send him a link

me: im trying to find it

me: omg oct archy puter way slowmive is making
um puter did that

Phil: ????????

me: oct archive d/l for yer stupid friend
MY BLOG
JONG
IL
ungh

wendy displays my/her shoes!

tonite we are going to eat sausages with toothpicks and xxx mustard last nite we had tomato bocconcini salad with balsamic and a million pieces of salami fil was crabby to me all nite long he bought a new juice jug and was cleaning it with hot water and soap suds and shaking it and it exploded open all over the organ and said it was cos of the hot water and shaking and he should have known better the reason it happened was scientific bla bla and i said DUDE IT’S FUNNY HOW WHEN YOU FUCK UP YOU BLAME IT ON SCIENCE INSTEAD OF YOURSELF and he said well it’s TRUE science made it happen and i said YES AND YOU MADE SCIENCE HAPPEN so from now on when i do something terribly fucked up i can just say i was a victim of science and then even branch out further and blame it on math and biology and history and encyclopedias too.

pff.

nice try fil you are totally blameless cos the big bad science monster got hold of your juice jug, shook it all up and placed it back in your hands.

by the by your compliment last nite was triple swoon-worthy:

YOUR HAIR LOOKS NICE EVEN THOUGH IT IS DIRTY.