dave came on his new motorcyclebikewhatever and i had to direct him to matt’s riding alongside him on my bicycle, pretty funny keeping pace with each other. we were going south so i had a bit of help with the slope and wind at my back.
when matt’s ran out of booze we went to the horseshoe, didn’t really plan on turning it into a nite affair but that’s how it goes, the flow. anyway, saw a total suburban jock type barf all over his feet at his table on the patio and all his loser friends surrounding him just ignored it, pints piling up all around the guy don’t you think when there are two full glasses your friend might have had enough and it’s time to bring him home? guys are such dicks like that.
here’s a glimpse into my past. i partied with this thing quite a bit as a kid. my grandpa made it and over time my aunt added embellishments, renovating it along w the renovation of cedar grove the last summer before my grandpa died, using the same wallpaper adorning cedar grove’s walls, pieces of curtain too. sigh, time warp. so many fond memories of sundays spent at grandmas goin’ to town on this thing before hyper-spazzing it with my brother in the backyard after four glasses of pop.
i made a dollhouse wishlist photo set. i am seriously going to buy some of this stuff.
the furniture is pretty old school too, kinda art deco 70s i dunno.
most of these are quite blurry unfortch.
i am mad for miniatures.
i am so taken right back to childhood looking at that couch. my aunt told me this, ”
The wooden furniture that’s red and yellow, i.e. the couch etc., I got on Kerr Street at the hobby shop, I guess I was about eight or nine. So that would make it late fifties-early sixties vintage, and Scandinavian to boot.”
oh, ‘scuse us.
i always loved the mismatched furniture.
hmm i guess everyone moved out.
personal fave, most time was spent in the bathroom. see the border up there that’s from the same wallpaper in the upstairs bathroom at cedar grove.
then here of course. god that wallpaper has me in nostalgic zone big time.
now i just want to go buy a ton of dollhouse shit, i have a feeling i know someone who might also be into that quest.
ha ha i look so ridiculous posing like that when my niece is standing all normal.
those guys up there were havin’ a go with us, first saying no pictures then do we know the movie napoleon dynamite? yeah nice try dickweeds i’m pretty on top of things going on in my city i know what you’re filming here and ps. you’re just PAs piss off.
off to bday dinner at the bedford. fil’s tandoori chicken pizza mmmm.
pad thai still kills it.
birthday cake surprise! happy birthday once again xoxo. thanks for grandma’s kerchiefs too!
ooh nice.
i’ve been pretty homebody this weekend for multiple reasons and fil just wants to part-ay so i finally relented and said OK we can got for a walk (ha) to the movie store. we rented incendiary (michelle williams, ewan mcgregor movie) based on the book we both read, it’s good and painful plus the art imitating real life thing doesn’t get by you (her husband kicks it in the movie and well, you know the rest re: heath) anyway before we went home fil wanted to check out what the lab’s 3 dollar drink of the nite was. oh, tequila saturdays, that’s a wicked gamble seeing as it’s right beside the brunswick house (man i AM getting OLD) so i had one he had two, he wanted a third but people kept coming in and jamming around the bar and i have zero patience waiting for drinks. we got the window table seat and played cards, we even played 2 player asshole first with two hands each then divy’n up the deck halfsies, a lot of cards to hold man.
hey douches, if you want to like, learn how to be famous on the internet (shut up) like me, reserve tickets for the spoke club media thing may 27 (it’s almost sold out believe it or not) next wednesday and watch my performance art i mean, you get to listen to a half hour of floundering speech consisting of verbal diarrhea and cold hard facts – the key to my many successes and few failures. get out of work for the afternoon, tell your boss this is going on and they’ll pay for you, seriously.
worked from gill’s yesterday afternoon. biked over felt kinda nakes and self-conscious of it, like i was biking to the beach. whatever, am i to feel guilty about my “office” not actually being one, should i finally sign up to be a square and call it a day?
i am worried about my brakes though. almost plowed into a hipster the other day, his fault but still had my breaks been a bit more in-tune i wouldn’t have coasted so fiercely toward him, remember that super windy day sunday, partially the wind’s fault too. as i was biking away from him i started to get wicked mad realizing he was mostly to blame and why the fuck did i apologize? he saw me coming up bathurst about to make a right onto bloor, he was at the corner and wanted to beat it the second the light turned green for him but i was making the yellow. ugh anyway, he made me look really stupid.
this thing got pretty damn hot. next laptop will have to be white, do they make white PCs?
great sun yesterday eh, balls hot too. i think the left side of my body may be a tad darker than the right, now.
gill said to me “as a friend” that i need to dye my hair again cos the roots are coming in. um yeah, that’s the point, doin’ au natural over here brah. she said ha ok cos i thought you were still trying for the black hair thing.
sun solution.
i remember being so enchanted by the cn tower when i was younger, mainly when i was makin’ up lies to my parents about where i was going and what i was up to, hangin’ with older kids in the city and exclaiming wow you can see a portion of the cn tower from your backyard that is SO COOL. now it’s like, oh yeah that thing, what’s up.
my favourite sushi place i have turned gill on to earned some cool points yesterday as i convinced them to send over some sake, that cling-wrap styro container would be the star of the show.
if you spend over 35 or 40 they send a free roll, unfortch it’s of the minced fishy variety. gill normally tells them not to bother. that very roll turned me off this place for a good while, so be careful.
so i had an ultrasound yesterday (everyone who follows me on twitter knows this already so get on that scene if you want to know my up-to-the-minute stupid thoughts and activities) and it went well, the technician was nice and laughed at all my dumb jokes esp. the walk of shame line. anyway, everything is fine up in thur i’m thinking it might just be super bad timing plus maybe i have a funky thyroid like, why else would i be so sensitive to hot weather all the time. makes sense to me as i’ve always gone a little nutzo (sad, mad, glad, bad) once summer rolls on in like sigh it’s warm everyone is miami beach and i am a fucking loser, basically, even since i was a little kid what the hell right? so who knows, i can’t even see my doctor til next week (she’s on vacation) and i can’t get my records either.
where was i oh right ultrasound, this time i was properly prepared i drank a litre of water an hour beforehand, maybe more than a litre out of paranoia the litre wouldn’t be enough thus making the ride there totally uncomfortable, practically unbearable. fil in solidarity with me held in his pee too. aw, um, thanks?
when i got there the woman at the desk said i could release some pee to take the edge off, handed me a styrofoam cup and off i went to release. oh man it’s so hard to stop yourself once you get going, like trying to stop niagara fucking falls yeah good luck with that. then i went back to the waiting room and watched the pregnant woman who was seen before me haul on a cigarette in the parking lot while her partner and toddler waited in their hot steamy car. ahh, meadowvale. i tried to take her picture but a dude came in and blocked my view. honestly, why even bother having an ultrasound at all if you’re going to undo all the positivity of keeping preggo appts by polluting your fetus anyway you piece of trash. so disgusting.
so then it was my turn at’er. before i was dildo-wanded she did the abdomen check and everything looked totally fine, i even got to see what that foreign object motherfucker looks like inside of me – basically it looks like a sad looking puny tampon. i hope you’re reading this on your lunch break.
then it was magic wand time. she asked if she could insert it herself which confused me i was like uhhm, how else is it going to get in there? she said some people like to insert it themselves. WHAT? WHY? that’s so weird. this whole experience is awkward enough as is why the hell would one want to push it even further? ps. thanks for the ten thousand visuals of women on this bed plugging themselves in front of you. ugh.
then we got to see the inside, all normal, no cysts, i saw my ovaries well i think i saw them, i pretended to at least. i’m like what’s that? she’s like that’s your right ovary. oh ya don’t say, mhmm hmm yep yep and those are follicles? are those ok too? holy man my sex ed is a little dusty. follicles are those things um i totally just forgot actually hahahaha cells or some other word hangs out with follicles in the uterus and um, shit happens.
so full results in a few days. no crazy jumped out at her, i asked her opinion on my iud predicament and she was like you know, not my specialty and i said yes i know you’re just the artist, gesturing at the monitor. she barely laughed at that one wtf work with me here you just violated me! oh and she had to push down on my stomach a few times cos there was gas getting in the way of her work. no i didn’t let one go it was the metamucil working its magic. oh man this is so boring recounting normal events i wonder how i ever had the patience for it before. meh.
after that fil and i shared some jerk chicken next door and i felt self conscious about my sweat stains so then we went shopping.
i had to buy a new tank top, went to the h&m at oakville place. haven’t been inside an h&m in a looong time. it was nice to see they are recycling prints from 8 seasons ago, stock that just won’t sell holy just donate it already.
this yellow number is actually a pale fluorescent yellow and i got it from winners, along with a dress and a black t-shirt with a rainbow peace sign on it and flying doves. skid hippie. the shoes obvs came from h&m.
i made it through the day w/o under-eyeliner warpaint. fil didn’t even notice. he did notice everything else about my makeup was f’d up though. guess how that went over.
the five pounds i put on (more like 4, i got issues) i have chiseled off by eating better so no more snacks the next time i try and order a pizza or chinese out of laziness or you make me i will say do you plan on wearing a bikini this summer cos i do. the end. so who knows what the f is up. stress is definitely one factor.
finally tracked down some edamame. don’t ask anyone in a suburban supermarket for it, they don’t know what it is. also, don’t ask them when you are dressed like a wizard, either.
fil saw me holding this guy and got jealous. no biggie. DON’T GET ANY IDEAS!
here is the post from when we first ate here and i called it inevitably going under aaaaaand anyway, i was right. for some stupid reason they took what i ate off the menu, how can you e a chicken place and have no quarter chicken plate? fil says the article about them read that it wasn’t for lack of customer clientele whathaveyou cough*bullshit*cough. i wonder what the next piece of shit restaurant on the corner of this block to fail will be? can’t wait! second time i went to cluck bla bl alba.
ok i feel like a total dick now – owner has cancer. still though, this corner is crap for businesses. i bet it’s cos of all the AA meeting skids hangin’round ‘cross the street with their coffee cups and cig butts.
