fil is upset that he doesn’t have as much excitement as brosz7 goin’ on here.

this was last week right? yeah it must have been wednesday yes, this was after starving artist menu at the drake my tastebud poutine memory just flared up.

strike excuse though was mentioned you could just take them over to the beer store. no one really does that in toronto that i know of. it pisses me off the thought of how much money we piss away not to mention a month’s worth of bottles/cans taken downstairs makes you look like the biggest lush ever. the dumpster divers must love us.

i swear these were brown last time.

stefan the skeletor. good work guy! also i hate non-landscape photos, portrait that’s what they’re called thanks fil. i feel like the person is being hugely pretentious, demanding, and boring like here is a photo of a fire hydrant, now validate my perceptiveness. fuck off guy try making it flow with the rest of the pictures maybe. anyway, you can’t not take a portrait angle of these two tall bastards. i stand by my guys are the new girls statement cos stefan and fil (tall people) talk about being tall and skinny when they hang and sometimes diets too.

wow nice cave hair.

this is me protecting bizo from bodhi even though he didn’t ask me to i am nice like that.

see the notch at the top of his ear (you can see it better here trying to keep the amount of photos down) he got that from neighbourhood scrapping. i think he could kick cid’s ass, one point being cos he still has front claws.

oh bodhi.

thanks.

thanks again!

bizo the muppet such a cute face. samir got him skinny somehow, dry food i think.

she’s so playful and affectionate.

then the room was invaded by two papillons and it was total chaos for fifteen minutes it was so funny and loud a total circus show.

dora is too cute for words.

and she lets you hold her for as long as you want, no discriminating.

pierre is another story. i am and always will be a huge pierre fan. kenny in fact called audrey demanding he be brought home. he got on ichat and wanted to look at him too ha ha and screamed for mr. peeps but mr. peeps wanted to stay and party.

i didn’t get one sip of pbr. fil got me pink champagne. i think i’m over champagne now as well as white wine. back to red hangovers probably.

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hahahaha i swear dogs have better personalities than people. what a goddamn comedian. if i did that would anybody laugh? no!

dora and bodhi are really close buds.

closing your eyes will not make me disappear nice try.

emo bodhi.

feeling ugly tip: sit beside audrey.

solution: try harder.

forget what we were fighting about, do you audrey? i remember it was funny.

dog me. all set.

not to brag or anything but i have fantastic nail beds.

this popcorn was so good it deserved a picture also really dug the family back story that went along with it. the secret is to spin the bowl when pouring the melted butter and to give everyone personal bowls according to their size of person. so cute! like goldilocks and the three bears.

impromptu hang nites are always the best ones. no expectations therefore they’re always exceeded. i know that doesn’t make sense, how can anything be exceeded if it doesn’t exist? you know what i mean anyway.

myvibe iphone app test video:

we say it’d definitely work.

pleasure to the max who needs men AM I RIGHT OMG RIGHT ha i think i will make a concerted effort to be a serious feminist for a week. pfft i couldn’t last 5 seconds.

xoxo TGIF

good thing i wore this shirt i bought for fil he never wears (shrunk) cos a blackberry exploded on my shoulder. it’s blackberry season and wouldn’t you know there are tons of those trees in this city and the sidewalks are completely stained black/blue kicking myself for not taking a photo.

went for a stand-up tan, lie down was taken, the woman convinced me and i gave in although i hate stand-up tans. the time seems to go by slower cos you’re standing and fidgeting doing all these stupid poses holding onto metal handles waiting to perform a chin-up that never comes. plus i don’t think you get as good a tan as you do lying down in the dome. my chicken legs don’t seem to get any colour down there though in hindsight that’s probably from all the fidgeting as yesterday i stood like a capital letter A and my legs are super dark now. the stand-up is mainly for getting under your arms, evening it all out. snooze!

fantasy eccentric annex house walk.

sigh.

on my way to return a movie passed the book guy and was delighted to see he still had this book. he said i was the first book purchaser that day and it was a good start (kinda touched he seemed and i don’t mean flattered) i said i saw it a few days ago but was in a hurry so didn’t stop to grab it and was pumped it hadn’t sold. he said it was kismet. uh ok. guess who this book is for? keep it to yourselves.

i am currently experiencing a midsummer funk. i don’t want to burden you with it but there it is.

currently listening to tunes dating back to when fil and i were courting. nostalgia is a powerful thing.

just some veedeo backlog, tryin’ to clean up my hard drive. upload and delete. ahh.

this one is called UGH. it is one of several secretly recorded snatches of pointless dog argument conversation gratis of the party superstar:

a little mj rendition starring the party super star:

short fireworks video including my mouth fireworks:

more fireworks including fil accusing me of tying a huge knot i didn’t tie:

i like this one cos i pan over to everyone during a long blast and you can see them all lit up from the fireworks like the buncha hosers they are. unfortunately every time i open my big mouth the audio farts.

here i am performing some CSI on the town water fountain that keeps running. the next day i learned it runs non-stop til september or october. i am a detective. i also had a sip of it the next day WOW INTERESTING.

i’ll be adding some more to this piece of crap a little later.

made my infinitieth pair of short shorts and these ones are the new winner. sucks though cos i had two pairs of h&m jeans in a similar grey to each other and of course i cut the wrong pair leaving me with the bigger sized jeans that i never wear. it’s better to cut up bigger jeans into shorts as in the beginning you wear them more and they have a better chance of making it into your shorts family. if they’re too tight you just chuck ‘em in the back of the closet. however, if you stick to the smaller size, stick it out i mean they will stretch and meld to your figure. so whatever. oh and i got cruised at the supermarket in this get-up by a drunk leather jacket skeezer old guy. awesome. he said by the way nice hair after telling me the celery with the leaves is the best kind.

since the weekend i have cooked dinner all by myself three nites in a row and all have been maje successes. monday nite was minced lean turkey with peppers and caribbean rice. i added some bacon fat to the turkey/veg concoction, mustard seeds and sriracha, pepper and salt, simple.

hugely recommend these, there’s 4 different flavours and they only take 20 mins all in and pump your dish into NEXT LEVEL status.

brown tomatoes!

looks brutal but was so tasty i couldn’t stop congratulating myself. no leftovers that nite.

it’s really hard watching movies with fil when he finds holes in the plot and overall logic, guy just can’t lose himself in the story. ever. annoying.

despite the delicious of our meal was still craving more around 11.30 munchies time. just knowing that bufala was in the fridge was enough to do me in.

fil wanted to break it up this time. the basil came from our plant from the hippie market.

i am trying to picture shoving that entire thing in my mouth. i think it would be too much. i mean i could take it but yeah, overkill.

speaking of did you guys watch that thing on the 650lb virgin last nite? he was kinda insane right?

who went out and tried bufala after the last time i posted about it? can you back me up here please.

nails are getting long again. mentioning them is the kiss of death though.

relentless.

halted from the WHAT’S FOR DINNER? phonecall as in i am already buzzed (thanks pitt) and can’t think do it for me.

green curry supreme with chicken. night before last was another chicken peppers with caribbean rice medley. no pics and it was too salty i think. the green curry was great as usual.

fil asked if i had any special visitors because i was wearing this dumpy dress wtf seriously? guys need to learn how to compliment you right. that’s it new rant, new guide, i’ve had enough.

anyway sorry for the lame we’ve been boring all week, downtime emo after the weekend.

absolutely nothin’ like traveling through a field of tall green pre-hay wildflowers by car you can just stick your hand out and touch ‘em all then there’s a break between where a patch has been plowed and the sun is about to set and all stress just leaves you completely.

made it to camp just in time for the sun to go down behind the trees. i was impressed by how organized everybody was, you in this boat you in that boat come on fireworks time lets go.

there’s a few live fences, some on some off, pretty funny when ten drunks come upon each one, like a town meeting, is it on or off, no matter not touchin’ it anyway so why are we still talking? anyway this fence has one on the other side of it, and it was off.

150 year old sickle? i kinda spaced on that explanation. twice. basically this tree has grown and we know that by that thing stickin’ in it (a means of sectioning off field, a fence tie or something) what would have been at its base many many years ago. basically that sickle deserves an award.

chargin’ m’f-ers.

this wire was live.

it’s true, i love it here. they do farm country right.

fil kept that cooler on his person the entire nite, even later on back at the campsite, so funny like relax maybe?

there is also nothin’ like watching fireworks from a canoe where you can feel the blast reverberate throughout your body and hear the echo off the water and all down the shoreline. it sounds like someone’s banging on an aluminum shed down the street after each firework blast. awesome is what i mean.

i didn’t get a paddle. fil likes to think that i am incapable of paddling and that paddling is the most precisive craft ever like you need a degree to paddle ugh engineers. that’s fine, free hands, one for champage one for camera.

i have sussed that when i dump upwards of 100 photos onto flickr all at once a few get scattered out of sequence. here’s one of those. what’s up sean ready for the light show? awwlright.

accidentally grabbed jim’s paddle had to float over and give it back. jim is a-ok cos he said all weekend long “raymi rocks” more and moreso the more concussed we got. a couple visits back at the children’s table i drew a picture of something stupid and wrote raymi rocks on it, clearly etching an ever-lasting impression upon jim’s psyche. that’s how i do!

finding each other on the water was fun and funny. birdman and colleen paddled down from camp around the bend, we could hear his big mouth and whistling from shore.

jim and sean.

bottomless champagne bottle holy shit passed it around for hours it felt and couldn’t finish it. at one point i had bubble overload in my mouth had to spit it all out all over my hair. a huge ass firework startled me, good timing to have a mouth full of fizz water.

beauty. beats a lawn chair seat any day.

colleen’s dad is pretty wicked, guy with back to camera and duder with him is hilarious.

couple people went right through their canoe seats. not me though. you have to be careful when fidgeting in the boat, if you turn around to talk to someone you can tip the thing so easy. guess how many lectures i got.

brilliant. knowing a few firework enthusiasts and i myself being schooled in how much they’re worth, i’d say that display was quite pricey. more than quite in fact they were collecting donations the day after.

seriously what is this photo doing here.

spectacular!

so you see that light in the middle kinda reflected kinda cut off, that would be the waterfall drop. we drifted pretty close good thing i completely forgot all about it otherwise nervous naggy woulda came out.

if you’re wondering why this was even going on it was heritage day fest.

i was trying to get a picture of me and my new friend the firework.

after one particular phenom blast i screamed out THAT WAS THE SHIRE! and rob goes that SO was the shire. Lord of the Rings geeks stick together.

closer to the edge! at the time did i know it? nope!

water gypsies.

off to the beer tent to see rugged phil’s band (birdman’s bro) and this cat was purely disgusted by all of it. at one point saw it scamper through the back lot and by the time we left it was back on its property. why are cats so annoyed by certain things yet insist on stickin’ it out, like when i unload the dishwasher cid is mewling his balls off at all the clinking dishes and cutlery uh dude if you are hating this so much you know you can just leave you don’t have to stand right by my heels. i think cats have a deep need to oversee any and all activities always. they’re like useless spies that report to nobody.

rules cat. that’s what i will call you and you get the double point.

and one more in case you didn’t feel me on it the first time.

oh man here we go, so many goofs on the scene. red/white stripes i was lookin’ for just one more excuse to give him a punch in the head by. you’ll see why in a minute.

stellar performance.

another stellar performance. kudos on the cigar. do you think this guy takes any shit or gives a rat’s ass about feelings?

kinda an andy capp vibe no?

beer line mob.

woah check that mean ass look in the background.

wasted already fil? thank god for that french bread cheese and butter at camp.

i just remembered some chick tried to cruise me on the way to the bathroom she stopped me and was like are you single, no why? ahh forget it who cares like me not being single she is somehow able to break me out of that then i show her my ring and say i’m engaged actually she says so what you’re not married! she was not hot or girly (not my type basically). i said i’ll be right back after the bathroom. later on i overheard her bragging about some alleged 14 girl hotel party orgy to a dude.

birdman got us doubles. then we flasked it. remember fil and his cooler? yeah well i don’t think one beer was purchased after the initial one thanks to that cooler.

red/white stripe and fil caught in the line of fire. he was being a bro’d out jock fucker and disrespecting this elder drunk, just messin’ with him. it makes me feel hugely uncomfortable to see that and i feel obligated to get involved. but i am just a wimpy girl and not allowed. i think that’s even better cos if i hit him he can’t hit me back, though it would get everyone else involved, therefore a no-go.

at one point i was talking to rugged phil on the stage and this teeny aggro clown jock starts going WOOOH YAHH and other stupid shit over the mic to the crowd until they turned the mics off. why do i hate these guys so much? maybe cos they’re so clichéd, the guy from highschool who thinks he’s a star, never grows up, goes to beer tents and picks fights with the one person who makes a point to inform them they’re fucking tools then harasses them for the rest of the nite.

one week’s worth of skinny work outright destroyed every single weekend. such is life.

what is the point of your shirt derek? wash your hands?

oh it’s you again.

i liked that this guy (and many others) felt the need to approach the stage to do “rock on” horns at phil multiple times.

long hair got to sing alice in chains with the band while guy on the right asked me to hold his beer so he could dance with a cougar hahahahaha so i, of course, held it, my pleasure. they held hands did the chapel, the steeple, twirled around like ring around the rosey. all awesome. those moments i live for.

lots of that. blond girls in the background were on E i think, i overheard some chatter in the bathroom and i’m glad they denied it to me cos i woulda bought some for everyone hahaha yes that’s what the nite needed, ecstasy what am i 16?

i don’t think you would want to mess with this dude. just a guess.

speaks japanese when wasted.

hahaha.

hi colleen. i like the matching outfits behind us.

wicked.

i told that woman this was a skinny mirror. i swear it was! she looked at me like i was insane like girl, you are just skinny, it’s not the mirror.

so glad i packed those little bastards, it was intentional. one of us plans ahead. they were annihilated in under a minute.

when in rome.

wicked.

yet again chopping this in quarters. next S.W.O. post will contain the exodus back to camp and drinking game photos.

this is how you make friends in a small town.

you’re welcome and good luck. remind me to tell you about almost falling off a cliff off the side of a dirt path and down a steep hill riddled with shrubs brush rocks and trees. oh guess i just did. wicked.

so read this as COME SPOTS WONT COME OUT ahaha sick. that white residue on the rod is from duct tape, a failed attempt to thwart fil from sliding all his shit over to my side of the closet. total bone of contention between us. i have to empty threaten him with my famous i’ll do something you won’t like if you don’t stop doing that line constantly. well lately all i’ve been doing is hanging up more of my stuff to fill up the empty spaces.

when the hell else can i wear this thing other than xmas time?

bjork story time. i’ll keep it short. when i was 18 and lived in maine i had my own radio show (it was volunteer and a brand new station) called there’s something about raymi (hahah shut up) and my blog was linked on the station’s website for a few days until they realised the content and overall nature of it but that was just enough time for my listeners to find and bookmark it (in hindsight i should have just plugged it on air during every show)(i also have a couple recordings of the show that makes me crazy embarrassed magenta in the face as i sound uber young yet really reserved and shy, kinda endearing i guess ugh. i talked about canada a lot) anyway on my blog at the time i had an amazon wishlist and this bjork vespertine album was one of the items i wanted so one of my fans bought it (from a music store, not off the wishlist) and left it at the radio station for me, cute eh? someone else also bought me a hello kitty dayplanner with an electronic digital thing on the face. ok that is the story of this cd which clearly i still have. the person said when i listen to it i should think of rockland, maine (where i lived) and i do.

on our way southwest i remember feeling v happy in the car. i was about to share that tidbit with fil but then someone cut us off on the highway and my heart started fluttering, then i forgot to tell him hey fil I WAS EXTREMELY HAPPY IN THE CAR WITH YOU WITH THE SUN BEATING DOWN ON US AND THE WIND IN OUR HAIR.

magic hour.

dinner is served.

interesting thing to say about brown. at smarties i bet they were like, nostalgic, run it! any americans out there like smarties, can you get them there? i thought they were invented in canada, not true, but are so prevalent here because Nestlé’s largest production facility for Smarties is in Canada, read more about it on wikipedia. i think i like them more than m&m’s cos of the british similarity in chocolate flavour which in my opinion cannot be beat.

left these behind at sean’s haha burn. on our way back from the catskills we bought pepperoni cheese pizza flavoured combos. my review, um, fat. the first ten are good but after that you just hate yourself more and more and are somewhat sickened yet can’t stop cos you’re starving.

i peeled the nutrition facts sticker off and it revealed the fat amount used to be 5g per a smaller portion. liars.

crazy wind saturday, huh?

made it to town to spy on the street party but had to detour around it as sean’s house was on the other side.

recognized some of these faces at the beer tent later on that evening. rugged phil’s band played (amazing too) like 50 alice in chains songs. i bet fil’s layne staley tattoo was throbbing. anyway that girl in the foreground is the gf of one of birdman’s nephews. birdman was like that’s my nephew, talk to him and that’s his gf. i said dude no way that kid wants to talk to me, his gf is miles out of his league (puberty-wise) kid cannot even acknowledge another girl til he gets dumped. true fact sorry. cute guy anyway. all them 15 yr olds snuck into the beer tent. nice.

backyard whimsy.

grapefruit snacking.

where we crashed.

ok that’s all for now the sun is calling me.