master cleansing it. already feel so fucking faint plus i blew it twice having two coffees and tomorrow i’m going to be going off it entirely at the seafood for thought event. so what i am not eating today anyway regardless of the cleanse. i am 130lbs. i have been drinking way too much wine. that’s the thing. i never cleansed before because i didn’t smoke weed. when friends did it they had their weed vice to turn to. i did not. no cold turkey world through sober eyes for this bird, no siree.
so i’ve just had my first glass. it’s actually quite good. very in fact. i also bought some dandelion leaf tea to take my bloat away. will not be hitting the laxatives until wednesday. rose did this for 6 days and said she was able to work just fine and IF it comes down to requiring food to get through a shift at work then i’ll eat celery and cucumbers and grapes or whatever stupid thing i think of that tracy gold ate in her real life account made for tv movie about fucking up growing pains with her anorexia nervosa. salad.
i am just going to have to deal with sugar cravings. they’re from booze-withdrawal.
i feel crabby as fuck. my dad called and was like where are we going for dinner and i was like nowhere i’m not eating. boo. i am this close to talking myself out of this shit until wednesday. no no i want to look slightly less bloated for tomorrow amongst the elite foodies. hopefully everyone there will be a giant cow. god i get SO much satisfaction and enjoyment from food and wine. i remember sober nites with fil. IMFUCKINGPOSSIBLE. it’s like great now we’re going to be sniping at one another all nite long trapped in the condo cos we only leave to go to bars. day fasting is fine i am so used to going off fumes all day. it’s the night time that goes in slow motion.
so anyway tonite is going to be long unless i dope myself up hard enough and pass out at like 8pm. which i intend to. after this lunatic post i’m going to lie in the sun and have another glass of this retard potion cos if i faint at least i’ll already be lying down anyway BURN ON YOU DIZZY SPELL. also i can work on my tan. two birds one stoner. oh that’s going to be the blog post title. originally it was going to be GUESS HOW MUCH I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS.
beast gave me this vespa shirt. it is so teeny tiny. bad timing on the size small after mandarin excursion. we are already in fat lazy wine couple who passes out on the couch mode. not happening. this twiglet needs to stay on the rail side to mind warp dudes all the more.
i spied a chick wearing awesome flats i’m not telling you the colour of or where she got them until i get myself a pair. i danced one of these flats until it ripped the other nite. stuck to the sticky floor of a place i cannot remember dancing at. was it at work? did i stick these in my bag? no it wasn’t there cos i was wearing white keds-like things. hmm this is bad i can’t remember right? when your life is a rollercoaster sorry what the fuck ever.
last bit of sun. iced coffee cheesecake chocolate ice cream drink i made. dad said he bought the ice cream especially for me. i think he is in on the getting me fat scam so i have a nervous breakdown every time dude stuff doesn’t go my way so i stay single and then keep coming to visit him every week.
this is after a rack of ribs. a pile of chicken and half a potato skin. later on i inhaled half a tub of that fucking ice cream and went to town on some potato chips, pinot grigio and lots of fruit. FFFAAATTTT. double chin from trying to suck it in so hard.
walked to starbucks metro and the organic store like this. i also go baked and walk to the beat of my music. dance shimmied way home cos started to get a blister from my flip flops.
wait should i not make my dad suffer and say alright we can go out somewhere where i can have a nice salad and ONE glass of wine or should i suck it up and begin?
also what the fuck happened to my blackberry what do i doooooooo.
beast said i am going to be unbearable this week. fuck that YOU’RE unbearable! he said i won’t even be able to lift my arms. great.
ok my phone seems to be working again sort of. maybe i should give it a rest.
oh my god so boooooring maybe i should just go on a month long blow binge. kidding i am too cheap for that. holy shit period get here. it’s late cos of my iud for the millionth time.
altogether for this cleanse i spent 30 bucks. actually it’s going to cost more cos i’m going to have to get more ganj. fuck my life.
me: i said couple omg
beast: We have been, haven’t we? Just cuz I’m a non comital dick doesn’t mean we haven’t been a couple.
me: well its cos u have kids
your life goes into couch tv wine food pass out mode
WHERE IS LANCE ROMANCE
beast: Duh… what have I been telling you since we met.
me: uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhm
should i just start this wednesday
so my dad doesnt have to suffer and we can go out to a restaurant
this is your one chance to read my mind and say what i want to hear
beast: I’m trying to read your mind… Number one – you are not fat. You are sexy as hell and I LOVE your body. I think you should be kind to your dad and body and start this cleanse on Wednesday morning. Because then you will give the thing a better chance of working. However, you will notice on the master cleanse site that they advise two days of prep – raw food, no red meat, reduced stimulants, etc. So, starve yourself a bit, have a sensible dinner (not Madarin) a laugh with daddy, and a fun night with the big beastly jerk you like tomorrow. How was that as far as mind reading?
fine salad and one glass of the best wine ever FINE. and don’t think for one second i’m following any of that food prep garbage.
this is what nxne is really all about. shitfaced on sidewalks with your friends doing stupid stuff. actually that is what everything is really all about. i didn’t even pick up my priority pass. i did the LOOK I HAVE A PRIORITY PASS BUT I AM SO BUSY I COULDN’T EVEN GET IT CAN YOU JUST LET ME IN ALREADY JESUS. worked.
My name is Ally and I’m a 20 year old art student. I started reading your blog because I’ve had no luck getting a job this summer. I guess that doesn’t sound like a compliment, but that is how I meant it. You’ve been incredibly entertaining in this shitty period of my life. Anyway, I don’t really know what to say here. I like how normal you are (in that you are not normal at all, if that makes sense), because the only blogs i really ever looked at before were those snobby fashion blogs run by girls who are already super fucking rich, and talk about frugality when to them it means going to a vintage store and spending $75 on an old t-shirt, you know? Then these girls get like, modeling campaigns and book deals and shit on top of already being loaded, and not really having any talents. I hate those bitches (okay not really, i’m just incredibly jealous of people who don’t have to worry about money). But then you are out there living your life, even when you feel bad or depressed or whatever. And you look good doing it. Sorry this is such a weird-o email, when i try to put things into words all the words go away. That’s another thing that’s cool about you, you can be so open in your writing. I’ve always wanted to start a blog, but you see how this email is going, it would be a crazy mess. I guess i should stop here.
Anyway just wanted to say thanks for being so awesome, you’ve made my broke-ass summer a little bit brighter
Luuuv
Ally
ahh i am so blogging this. the bitches need to know.
i like that i am in their rich world and they cant do anything about it. self made is the best made.
and you should totally blog your email ruled i read it to melodie and she loved it.
beaver prosciutto salad we go so far back. sheena introduced me to the beaver via her blog a few years ago. we went there finally and i realised it was a gay mecca. sheena scores some more cool points. i will get you evita ASAP oh my god commission painting is hard to get a fire lit under your ass for don’t even ask how many already been paid for things i’ve already been paid for and haven’t delivered on. i can’t even fill out a 5 minute survey for matchstick SORRY GUYS JUST KNOW THAT MY INFLUENCE WORKED.
i should start saving my money instead of feeling like i need to blow it on cheap thrills to cover up how sad my heart is. i don’t understand savers. mostly i am just jealous big time of them. it just feels like there is always something i “need” to buy. something for my hair my body my mouth. guh.
beast haaaaaates it when i call myself a dirtbag dirthole garbage etc. why was that again? oh because i am a lady with manners and decency? no because i am a clean and tidy type. well only in front of him i pretend to be.
wiped out a little from work yesterday. actually it wasn’t that bad. i was beat tired practically nil sleep but the day went relatively smoothly i ran the whole show front of house for hours no big. fancy that. my small talk zingers received glowing reviews as did my outfit.
an older woman asked if my adidas were vintage. i think they are, got them from VV for 15 dollars and they’re a half size smaller than my size, 8. fit all the same. craig told me last nite my shorts were basball shorts. i said oh fat stomach beer drinking man shorts? yes, exactly, he says. THEN he says i look good, i have weight on me!!!? retard asshole moron you don’t say that to a chick.
i fucking hate taking cabs in the summer. had to be done needed every extra minute of sleep before work. then i took one home much much later, another 15 bones. somedays if tips aren’t good it’s like i essentially just worked 6 hours to take two cabs. wicked.
friday nite outfit. another dangerous thing about biking is the attention you rake in being dressed like this. i may as well be wearing underwear. oh and did i tell you about this CUTE little justin bieber looking lesbian who hit on me in this outfit. she squeezed my ass while i was dancing at the midpoint. hi sammy. sammy from saskatoon who is 19.
beast took us to mandarin last nite (i paid for myself)(sidenote: i was like i bet all your retard circle of people who haunt my blog now think all these coinciding elitist events i’m going to have something to do with you but really they have nothing to do with you and everything to do with me, you’re welcome for letting you tag along with) on a skinny day too. you know there are certain types of hangover skinny that i am not going into detail about but yeah i was rocking that and beast had pool skinny then we wanted to die. mandarin is suicide foreplay. good quote. also it’s nothing but fat people and sluts. so an hour of elitist snotty whining and staring at everyone take on round 6 of buffet was had. the kids were feeling it.
tara asks if my hair is a wig every time she sees me then i said that’s it picture time. she thought my hair was a wig when it was longer on this nite.
saw mudhoney. just kidding this is two koreas. Comanechi. i am a retard. two koreas was after. i did not see them but maybe someday because they left me a nice comment. hi!
they were great. so was the honky tonk rockabilly band before them and before them stop die. so proud of lucas what a body on him and that feather necklace thing. he’s a great showman always has been. we used to gogo dance together. once for kid koala and an art system party in our underwear well MY underwear cos i got lucas to wear my little pink 70s rollergirl shorts. i wore paul frank at the kid koala show (halloween) and he got me on stage to have a blinking contest with a fan. i lost. this hot gay guy in the scene, bartender at lava gave me a huuuge chemical brothers placard poster of their new album and the new album. i took home the dj and we did the dxm a raymi fan mailed me from michigan. i just combined two stories here ahha. anyway that was my life at 19. balls to the wall.
my newest juvenile regression purchase, it’s a change purse. i made them give me a discount cos i go there all the time and i blog about it. the girl said yes i totally recognize you as in you are fucking insane to be coming here all the time. i bought jen a cute little purse for her birthday.
i didn’t order anything vegetarian cos she said she wouldn’t eat it anyway so fine then i’ll order every thing that has an animal in it to ensure you don’t get a bite and i don’t get stuck with some limp asparagus that makes my piss stink for the rest of the night just because i am the most generous person in the world.
this is how you make money on the internet. make yourself a lovable cult misfit. have good taste. find a sweet article of clothing. wear it a bit, take pics in it. sell it at an inflated price. one girl bought a stop die t-shirt because i wore it once, the exact shirt i borrowed because i slept over and was hung as fuck and sweaty and a piece of garbage.
he thinks he’s funnier than me. he’s close but i’m quicker and when i burn him good he lets you know.
he rocked the mustache multiple times and upon shaving it off once when i was a kid i was like um who are you? look at my brother trying to piss me off here. EVIDENCE. that’s why i punched you in the head a few years ago shawn, all this built up pent up rage for every annoying thing you did to me ever.
you read to us all the time before bed as kids and seemed to thoroughly enjoy it (or at least you are a brilliant actor)(you barely sighed with impatience) and you made up dumb voices for each different character in the stories which opened a door of infinite possibilities in my mind like it was ok to be goofy so then i copied everything you did at school and became class clown and dominated all of my peers in joketown. i pretty much got away with everything in my life because of my smart mouth, so thank you for that. see, check me up there quietly masterfully studying your style and rhythm like the smooth criminal i am. sure that’s a popple in my lap, no bigs guy keep reading.
so 90’s! my so called life called (haha “called, called.”) they want their shitty show back. (why did girls beat off so hard for that series?)
anyway i never knew i was a daddy’s girl until my brother pointed it out then i was like oh rrright that makes sense, i guess i am. how gay is that ew I’M SOMETHING. my mom sure as hell has my brother on some apron strings so whatever don’t even think of getting jealous now. maybe this is why i collect older men and have zero patience for younger guys. i am going to fail horribly at being a cougar. i just can’t relax around dumb guys. yeah yeah they’re not all dumb i just get jumpy around them. high school was trying for me, i was never around, always in the city getting hosed with yuppies.
ANYWAY DAD WE’RE GONNA GET FUCKIN’ RIGHT RIPPED TODAY EH TERRY. DEANER? FUCKIN RIGHT RIPPED. TRON FUNKIN BLOW! XOXOXO
papa you also rule. this guy is jack kerouac’s first cousin and he’s still kicking it. i’m going to ask him about the letter he wrote to jack way back when. guy was solid gold boozing it up in montreal during the beatnik years too.
i need to buy new shoes for the seafood for thought event next week. i’m going to wear my long blue dress provided the weather works with me. i justify it because i lost a pair to my bloody foot and then even the cheapo flip flops i bought to replace them that weekend got busted by someone on mushrooms. stepped on my foot and blam the wedge thing between the toe ripped right out. COOL THANKS.
i’m uploading photos at the moment and terribly impatient (wake ‘n baked) and hyper so i thought might as well just blog (write)(synonymous for me) throw up a few photos only then do something else, get a life maybe? in lieu of meticulous every step i took yesterday photographs. flickr seems to have taken a shit nap anyhow. i have no patience on a friday, a day off, a sunshine day. my room is in a state. i butchered my thumb at work, a thick mill street pint glass split in half in my fucking hand and i tried to save it, but it shattered anyway. total gorefest. freaked a customer right out hahaha a bunch actually. it bled a ton. now i have two cuts in the crook of my thumb that go all the way around like joker’s mouth cuts and my fake rich girl shirt got blood all over it (which i was able to get out with goo gone and instant carpet stain remover) so i didn’t end up singing last nite for these reasons but also because every single singer was a pro musical theatre drama perfectionist i didn’t think they’d be down for a punk rock version of michelle with blood all over me and my thumb up in the air to make it stop pumping out. what was that stupid horror film cum musical? eh you know what i mean.
so basically i will never pour a beer into a freshly dishwashed glass ever again.
haha i bet meredith is going to love this screenshot. i’ve swapped it for one of my stupid face instead it just takes a bit sorrrrry.
ok i’ma tweet this now so i can buzz around the house for a bit. should i wash my hair all over again? i am annoyed at having to do anything right now because of my thumb. typing is irritating most of all. typing on my blackberry even worse YEs coime ad n see mirt mie meee. like that. also i need to do my nails cos they look like i slept in a box on the street last nite but i know i’ll get nail polish remover in my cuts. GIRL PROBLEMS.
i got home late and while my brain wound down from work and biking (i almost fell asleep coasting down shaw cos that street is so quiet and still and straight by the time i’m almost at queen i’m floating in space in a soft white bed like homer except he’s passed out at the wheel hit a tree with a picket fence tangled on the back tire of his car) i decided to cruise my dating site inbox to see what geniuses i’ve roped in. a little depressing. so many idiots. so many people can’t spell. one guy referred to himself as a diva and kept talking about his hair and how long he takes doing it meanwhile he has a buzzcut. ???? they can see when you click on their profile but don’t write back so they instantly fire you a defensive aggressive email being like I GUESS I WASN’T YOUR CUP OF TEA SORRY! like chill dude you look like a naked mole rat, i am infinity miles out of your league. nice taurus. one guy was like so you’re a RIGHTER what do you RIGHT ABOUT? I’VE NEVER KNOWN A RIGHTER BEFORE. well, you don’t say.
i guess i should kill my profile entirely. my mom said i should go on the paid sites where people are more serious. dates are exhausting and depressing. you think ok could be the one, nope not the one and there goes my friday nite. then i get really angry at the person’s audacity for having eyes too close together ON A FRIDAY NITE HOW DARE YOU!
found this at my dad’s. i first read it at 19 in my first apartment in little italy. that notorious crawford street ghetto. i read this book during a hot hot summer, garbage strike summer. in-between blogging and recovering from hangovers, alone in my room on my low futon in the heat. moving was too much all i could do was lie down and emo-read the bell jar. so i guess i’ll re-read it in a somewhat bizarro world situation point in my life. i’m living with roommates again, kinda a loner a lot.
i have to keep records of things. time. like my grandmother. i had just moved back from maine after living in brooklyn and england so i wanted to remember where in the world i was when i read whatever book i read and i knew lauren was an insignificant name so i started signing my name as raymi to shit.
you know your life’s on full throttle when you run out of every staple all at once and i forgot the one most important thing, conditioner. i’m holding off on that til tomorrow i’m getting a de-brass discount thank christ that stuff is 33 bones a bottle.
second americano. double. guy at blondie’s was all do you work at the coffeeshop down the street? um no but if i did why would i come to get coffee elsewhere? we’re building a rapoire. sometimes i see ben in there too. did i have a nickname for ben? he was in that band i pretended to care about to be nice (plugged here)(but they’re actually super good) that i introduced at their gig at the silver dollar (there’s a video of it in fact i have an entire reel of shots and shit show things from that nite with casie and it was her birthday oh my god i feel like a door was just opened in my brain from one blackout onto another. that time was kinda insane for me) anyway ben, um no nickname. didn’t bone just hung for a couple weeks there til we got bored of each other. we’re two ernies. two ernies cannot be together. you need a bert and an ernie. a bert that slightly borders on ernie and i think he’s into cougs. speaking of (berts), dimples guy, suitor number one from the dating site said on our first date that he was a bit of a control freak and that gave me wood. what can i say i need to be tamed.
and here’s the place where my first mushroom trip kicked in one halloween weekend eight years ago. yuula went to get smokes, craig said something funny we were all in costumes walking north on cowan and i started to laugh and couldn’t stop. that feeling will never be replicated it was so fucking hysterical. this night i notoriously ruined everyone’s high for losing this massive hash/weed blunt. here’s a tip next time do not give the blunt to the girl dressed in army gear with 400 pockets. my high wasn’t ruined i was just fine. capped the nght off talking to a cat after watching gummo. mushrooms and gummo i dare you to try it. also that blunt wasn’t lost we found it a month later in one of my pockets hanging up on my door when noel was in thailand then craig and i got super ripped and walked to parkdale. we left a voicemail for noel even though we knew he was in thailand we were so pleased and amazed about finding the blunt.
rhonda’s horoscope told her to give in to creativity yesterday or something i pretended to believe but anyway it worked cos i texted her to play hooky and she was feeling insane and sick sort of. she can’t remember which horoscope site though.
her first time being wined and dined at the rhine. i swear to god if they steal that catchphrase i will be super pleased. ahha bet you thought i was going to say something bitchy there for a second. PSYCHE!
i always feel like i am the most generous person in the world when i indulge vegetarians. FINE i’ll share that bland piece of boring crap with you YOU’RE WELCOME. this was really good though.
and then these guys. sophie in the striped shirt was like i met you at red light. i was all you don’t say how long ago was this and how drunk was i? it was when i was there with the red flag in the beginning stages of that off and on again thing so i was on best behaviour and tunnel vision. i am not that much of a lush when i forget if i met you i just meet sooo many people all the time it’s hard to remember everything on the spot but eventually it comes back to me.
polite getting to know you photos at the beginning of the night are so terrible and awkward and boring SO boring to look at and this is what everyone on facebook floods their albums with. squares. boring. yes please tag me sitting on the couch at a shower i am hung as fuck and bored as hell at.
cue dance party. chick in background was wearing shades and danced into me and a table in the darkest part of the bar (by the stage) then later on she took off shades and i noticed she had two shiners. ouch girl.
meanwhile over here look what i did. i count every head as five dollars (round down) and multiply for every fifth or sixth song when dance party begins hahahaahaha. SECRET TO SUCCESS RIGHT HERE.
i think i might be practicing my dimples too i made the mistake of smiling at myself in the mirror at one point yesterday and made my slight left cheek dimple appear so then i was conscious of it all day.
thanks nicole for sneaking in that you JUST turned 19 irl. you brang it. she put me on the g list at the kasbah when i lived in burlington 5 times in a row and i never showed once. I AM NOT A MIND READER I DON’T HAVE ESPN OK.
date that millionaire at least once mer come on i don’t take you out to fancy events for you not to slam one out of the park for us christ sake you get one more chance then i’m breaking up with you.
its been awhile since i’ve emailed/commented; its not that i dont have anything to say, but the last few months i have been speaking alot less and listening/observing alot more (twitter has been my only outlet, really). “Internalizing” or some shit like that maybe? anyway, the recent “slowest moving trainwreck” comment stuck with me for some reason and ive been thinking about it..
i know this shit just rolls off your back, but i couldnt help but be offended by it…since my dad died i have been re evaluating what life means to me, and what it means to others, and his suicide has sort of shown me who really gets (or atleast has some sort of idea) what this place is all about and what really matters in life. you are one of those people who gets it. and as of late, to me it seems like you are in a better place emotionally than you have been in a long time…you look fantastic (the blonde is killer on you BTW) and you have all these opportunities and things happening and yet are still the same sweet girl you have always been. no change there!
so for some jerkoff to say that, it kind of makes me wonder WTF?! i know there will always be haters etc but where does this trainwreck thing come in? and besides, can dude atleast get trainwreck-specific? like lindsay lohan trainwreck or like britney spears shave-your-head-and-attack-people-with-umbrellas trainwreck?! sheesh.
anyway, that douchebaggery bugged me enough to want to send an email…i want to comment again on the site but its almost like i have some sort of online shyness haha weird i know…i never used to be a lurker. huh.
you bring a smile to my face on regular occasion, which is pretty rare for me these days. keep on doing what makes you happy, man.
as for me….im okay, just learning to work through this. lame cliche but one day at a time really is how its done.
xoxoxo
i am adding this to my post. breathtaking. thanks for sticking up for me in this email. ill make a long raymi tangent about it in another post. i do hope you’re getting better. sigh.
i found the trainwreck comment in the national post thread it was left awhile ago though i only just discovered it yesterday. it’s hard to keep track of every thread you’re slagged in. whatever. ive been thinking about it since i read it and turning it over and over. who knows how i get received at least i get received? my come back was at least i was a train what the fuck were you ever? nothing.
ugh i love ruining moments forever. meet nicole. i slur when i speak even when i’m stone cold sober (which is never).
oh my god i am a retard and i don’t even care anymore. at least meredith is retarded too. at least! we had the best time making fun of hater commenters. she told us about this one comment she got where the person was all GOD HATES YOU THAT’S WHY YOU’RE A FIRECROTCH YOU STUPID STUPID BITCH! think we’ll do a best of hater comments symposium or something that will happen never.
i’m going to be singing tonite in the cabaret that our golden girl at the central chelsea is hosting. i have no idea what i’ll be singing. i will be nervous and awkward and sweaty and then i’ll go bus a table afterward and serve you a drink while i cry over how much i fucked my life up. so please come! starts at 8, goes til 2.
oh my god i’m as red as the beast in pictures now.
look what i made lakeview do for me. it caused quite the scandal in the kitchen. relax guys just plate it at the end. next time i’ll ask for romaine as the gravy heat brought out too much of the earthy essence of the mesclun which made it taste like bananas. basically it tasted like shit and i ended up eating everyone’s leftover fries anyway because i am a monster.
on my bike ride home i was soo tired and spent i almost ditched my bike for a cab. what a loser right. i was fantasizing deleriously about where to lock it, maybe by starbucks then i can walk to get it tomorrow (today) and get a skinny cinnamon dolce latte mmmm dolce latte mmm coffee oh my god pay attention lauren just ride home you pussy. so i did. which was great cos i got to ride through the po po takin’ down some crush fucks and i got to hear all the degenerates surrounding the scene gossiping away. one pack was all do you want to take this guy down he’s a fuckin’ heatscore. dad it’s ok i am invisible to these people they pay me no mind as i am not a giant bag of crack.
i coulda just gone home but noooooo meredith brings a crew in fact i was in the middle of texting DO NOT COME HERE when this little bird pops her face around the bar. i got cut from work abut 12.30 was supposed to go to the courthouse nxne juno party whatever but it was dying about that point and meredith was gong showed. they asked for raymioke and i was all naahhh then i put my zune (YES I HAVE A ZUNE GET OVER IT IPOD JERKS) on and raymbo (my alter-ego) came to get down. it’s funny when i stick around sometimes to drink and dance at work when customers i’ve been serving all nite are still there. it’s good for business. they 1. realise i am not a bitch 2. stay and drink and dance with us 3. come back more often cos they realise at the central we’re not a bunch of stiffs. it’s hard to be dance machine 2010 when i keep spying out the corner of my eye all these double takes like look that’s the bartender d-d-d-d-DANCING! borderline offended by it like they feel tricked by me displaying good times. what am i saying it’s not hard, i was born for attention it’s like i’ll die or something if i don’t get it every 3 seconds.
upon seeing these photos i was like ugh who do i think i am david hasselhoff. look at those legs, that tan, those dumb socks. i am not walking anywhere ever again lest i get more muscles you have to carry me from now on.
ps. i discovered skim chocolate milk (no fat!) yesterday. urge to kill lowering.
be right backsicles.
brad and nicole made it for last call at lakeview. totally unnecessary. oh well.
