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.

“it wasn’t scary, it was just abnormal.”

oh will you just look at this obscene strawberry for a second.

terrible, absolutely.

drunk birthday pitt

totally so much more but i gotta put up the new shower curtain. we aired it out all nite on the balcony. i think i have a shower curtain problem.

so i went there.

caught in the act of bossy. whatever, as if fil isn’t bossy and a half himself. try him.

ultimate fat day suit.

close-up. i forget what pitt’s opinion of this was – something to the tune of he’s seen me in plenty of crazy get-ups but this one tops ‘em all. he mighta reference being a city folk too i forget. pitt, by all means, let loose. (soooo many drunk photos/vids material of the guy too haha).

seriously everyone should wear one of these things, especially in the annex. i dropped into outer layer to grab a gift for pitt and who should be there but granny garbanzo, grindl, of the big comfy couch fame. had i not been wearing this kaftan i am 100% certain she wouldn’t have pointed me out.

i was actually floored to meet her and confessed that i kinda watched big comfy couch beyond the appropriate age one should be watching shows like that and she said everyone says that. GOOD.

Raymi Sings Is This Love? from Phil Ogynist on Vimeo.

the quality of vids fil‘s camera takes is increds. watch it in full screen if you feel like it. (bottom right corner button in the vid thing)

guys i think i’m finally going to bust out the peacock kaftan today, for the first time on ontarian soil. it’s pitt’s birthday party in the ‘burbs (we’re late) i’m sure he will be amused by it and by now he’s gotta be half in the bag anyway, the thing started at noon. ha.

goddamn it’s raining all over my bike at gill’s. havin’ cab ride home regrets now.

went over to gill’s yesterday to sort out some glitches (fingers crossed) and be work company buddies, i started from home a bit just to get a head start on things but didn’t actually show up at hers til past 2. whoops.

she saved me some breaky leftovers. this chick goes above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to hostessing, v sweet of her.

at one point i was looking in the mirror (for the first time only relax) and she’s all what are you looking at and i said oh just the most beautiful thing that i have ever seen. ha ah aha oh man yesterday was funny despite that panic attack. i love gill.

we decided to take a break and rent some movies and buy a portuguese chicken and those delicious little potatoes and rice, 14 bucks all-in. dope. we rented bride wars, that ricky gervais stand-up thing and a ton of other things never got around to watching. also her girls showed up to have some wine too. fil passed on all this, no idea why, funny that.

totally cosmic or what, gill was changing her twitter bg image and then we noticed this lamp in the window of a house on her street. we bumped into duarte setting up for spinto and he told me nice tan. ahha fuck you. i wonder if he put me down on the guest list after all. (guy if you’re gonna lurk at least let me know).

oh look who decided to show up on the crotch rocket. he droped off some wine to not be in the dog house so he could go get blasted at tranzac then the vaselines show. sorry sean i totally spaced out on that.

Q: how much of a deal maker was this bike? A: SO much, and now that he has the cow he doesn’t need to take me for rides on it anymore. hmmph well think-a-fuckin’gain brah, that’s gonna change. also the pockets of the sweater are makin’ me look bulky here.

gill confessed she was actually thinking we might need TWO whole chickens. haaha so glad she didn’t tell me that cos i would’ve gone for it and after the half i had i felt like a beached whale.

watching the guy cut it up with his chicken scissors like it was no big deal was quite impressive, where do you get chicken scissors, they’re basically sheering clippers or whatever those’re called (i’m losin’ my hardware knowledge). anyway, hot sauce on the side always, don’t let him coat it for you cos it’ll get all greasy soggy and he will ask you 40 times hot sauce? hot sauce? hot sauce? yes, but on the side. geez.

and they lived happily ever after, the end.