allow me to show you my board (steve zissou voice)(don’t worry there will be other stupid things aside from it in this post).
i kind of want to take these stickers off but i worry it’ll only ruin the under-design therefore, pointless. i’ll just have to keep adding more and more to cover up the ones i don’t like anymore. so basically if you have some cool/cute stickers give me them.
kristin secretly tucked that blythe sticker in my bag. so nice.
part of why these stickers irritate me so much is because they’re a reminder of all my missing CDs. sigh.
the stussy shoe was the first sticker i stuck to this thing. also the mcflys are finally going to be manufactured (you’re welcome) but they will be some ridiculous sum of money that no one can afford. plus, they ugs.
the things on the door are notes to myself – one to complain about the cigarette smoke venting into our unit and two the measurements of the old couch. on top of things, brah.
and while in that area of the room (where i stash my board) i rediscovered my old phone. it went through many different cellphone covers (and they weren’t cheap back then either).
this was my lifeline when i lived at my dad’s before he had internet, i played the shit out of snake and this pinball game. i guess i should donate the thing eh, there’s a drop off box at sonic boom i believe.
memory lane y’all.
nothing says mature 21 year old girlfriend-to-be (pick me pick me!) like an envelope decorated in this manner.
uhhh crazy much? took me a minute to figure this one out, quitting what, smoking? actually it’s when he quit his job.
one of my many weaknesses, princess engrish stationary.
wow i can’t even remember what 22 felt like other than rocking the worst hair style/colours ever and getting beer fat. playing a lot of megatouch too.
i take issue with the words: squish, squishy,and squishes. SHUDDER.
that gray thing is a piece of wood that has been inside the back of my right thigh since i was 16, ten years. on my actual sixteenth birthday in drama class i hoisted myself up onto one of the painted black wooden boxes we used for skits and a sliver went right through my tight (slutty satin le chateau) pants into my thigh, deep, and i was too much of a pussy to tweeze it out. it has since healed over but a tiny speck pokes out. it’s hard to capture in a photo but i can grab either end of it and move it around. am i getting wood poisoning? it’s thicker than it looks in this photo, kinda the same size as the piece of bamboo i found in that package of frozen spinach. fyi i haven’t shaved higher than my knees since i was 17 (england) those are baby blond hairs, tight pants over the years have pretty much sanded ‘em all down.
it was pretty sunny, the glare from the cars ahead of us were blinding him so he wore my casino de niro glasses over them.
so, i am what they refer to in the “skate” “world” as goofy footed. it’s basically like being left-handed, except, footed. i essentially taught myself how to longboard on the strip of manhattan beach when i was cray cray and ever since cannot undo it. i also snap backwards (thumb down instead of thumb up)(something i also taught myself ha) i swing a bat lefty too, and i punch with a left-hook (remember that shawn? haha). anyway it just feels right to me, left foot forward just does not compute with my brain. i’ve had those (free) shoes since i was 19, they’re by globe, the girl versions of called gallaz. they’re in pretty good condition is why i mention it.
stupid day to decide to part your bangs much. actually they didn’t get in the way really.
getting ready. also little known fact, this is the exact spot i first ever laid eyes on fil and he has no recollection of it. i had NO game and looked like a defeated greasy kid (was even wearing these same shoes), he was backing his motorcycle out of his mom’s garage where he stored it and i was thinking that’s who i belong with but look at me, never ever gonna happen but wouldn’t you know it less than a year later stella got her groove back and won her man. oh my god i should write shitty romance novels already.
lia says i should do tomboy more often.
that’s a brew in my pocket not a bun in the oven. it’s tough being a girl and skating you feel like you need to take all these things with you like makeup and maxi pads and hairspray haha kidding, but you know what i mean, what am i going to do once it gets warmer and i can’t rely on winter jacket pockets?
i haz a longboarding girl date soonly on the horizon.
thank you kirsty!
i am regressing.
skippin’ stones, no biggie.
well, kinda is really. not very good at it.
there’s a video of me actually skipping two i know you can’t wait to not watch.
i was all HEY lets collect polished beer glass and get a pretty bottle and this can be our new activity. abandoned it for the time being. need to acquire bottle first, didn’t feel like carrying around piles of wet glass and terracotta in my pockets.
don’t you already KNOW everything there is to know about this place yet!!!?
coffin pool, you will be mine. soon. alright more later this has been long enough.
hmm what could you possibly want?
this is the house tim allen lived in inthe santa clause. the outside of it was was used anyway. we cruised by a lot growing up on sunday drives. i love that movie. you see a lot of oakville.
i grabbed all these coasters cos the table was sticky/wet from the round of shots gill bought and our pitcher. no napkins or anything.
thanks to ME gill got her wallet back, didn’t even know she dropped it under the table i just happened to look under there cos people (me) kept moving my purse from chair to chair. lucky girl.
brozs7 quit his job tom cruise nervous breakdown styles in jerry maguire. ok not exactly but anyway, he’s a free man now.
i need to get a picture of the back of that dress jumper. allison i love your peach pumps.
bahahaha what can we call our band? and what the hell am i doing with my feet?
cadillac got a makeover. i hadn’t been there in ages.
this nite brad went from zero to wasted out of nowhere. funny.
yeah it was old even as we were doing it.
i think i tanned the day before?
stop showing off your stamp tattoo liam no one cares. jokes jokes.
haha coincidentally perfect random follow-up photo.
haw ha cadillac lounge get it?
hey liam old sport. i am glad that you are getting older.
i did not take this, i have no idea how to spell his name but dude is awesome.
brad remember what i said about commenting on my blog, you can do it.
this was extremely hilarious to me at the time and it still is, oh no the big black velvet rope please don’t reject me, pfft.
ACK! (cathy voice) this is killing my eyes right now.
drunkest pool game ever, they were playing in a molasses vortex. liam was waiting for the table to open yet didn’t put down a loonie so some other guy with a toque sitting on his head (hardcore) did.
they were pathetic, but a great show. the older guy could barely light a smoke yet whipped this aviator guy’s ass. liam narrated the entire thing from the sidelines, didn’t hold back at all. kid’s got balls.
i nursed two watered down pints with gingerale and ice (shandy) and had one shot of golds (i refuse REFUSE rEFUsE jager) but am still so wasted. oh wait we had a beer with our burritos. anyway, i’m a wicked light weight now.
click for teh awesome.
that hocked loogie sure brings out the green in your shoes.
original. red scarf + green shoes = christmas you knob.
then we hopped over to wrongbar to catch foxfire once matt had successfully nagged the shit out of me enough to go.
we bulldozed through the vip section cos we thought gill was working at that bar. wasn’t.
i like that girl’s get-up.
this guy scuba-dive tumbled backwards over the railing into us/the couch.
mom’s gettin’ impatient.
hey gill! her eyes always come out like laser beams in my photos cos her pupils are a very light blue. unfair.
lindsey, also prey to the laser beam eye photo syndrome.
hey are you two discussing what free drinks to give us?
LOVE the red/blue skirt. is it AA?
brosz7 we need to talk about wearing that jacket indoors when you are sweating your facial hair off. hey what are you slipping into your pocket there? blame it on good friday (boozestore closed) and the cupboards being dry.
started out slightly rocky, got back into it super easy. never again will i take such a long hiatus. i let my head get the better of me, nerves really, by the end i was givin’er strong, fully confident. any chick boarders out there, get at me. i miss oakvegas streets terribly. they’re just safer, less traffic, and smoother. i can’t let that hold me back though.
tomorrow’s going to be a sore one. fil took a lot of pictures of me jumping off a bench by the water. one bench i totally clowned it, a nut was missing from a bolt on one of the wooden slats and i launched my hat into the air once i ran and jumped off it, fil captured that moment. tod says i should sue the city haha. a guy totally saw it too but didn’t react at all, wtf it was beyond comical. then he took a picture of a seagull and left. cool story weirdo.
today i wore one of steph‘s teeny jackets for a laugh, she is very about the heart-piping on the back. this picture’s for her (and you).
you better not forget that!
this lamp makes me sigh my brains out.
ugh, so we meet again.
bye.
girls keep everything eh, so if you give us a “cheesy” three foot tall fake rose there’s a 99.9% chance it’ll be in the back of a closet in ten year’s time. (unless you fuck up then it’s tossed).
goodbye view.
four floors, eight stair/turns, simple. from the peanut gallery anyway.
hahaha pretty impossible to laptop from here so i’m back at the glass desk.
easily the ugliest mannequins in all of toronto (if you’ve got worse send ‘em on in) impossible to capture during the day i asked fil to cast a shadow for the sake of this picture. the ugly has purely got to do with their ashy tanned skin tone, and no i am not a racialist, these bitches are practically grey.
yeah how did that work out for you? anyone know what the hell this was all about before this business bit it?
stumbled upon a totes ridic (OMGLOLZROFL) store it was too slammed so i gave them my card and said i’d be back next week to take pictures of EVERYTHING. the young adult guy who working there was totally hyper, giggly, friendly, loved it.
yum!
how do you feel about these things? fil made mention of the wtf happens when it snows, who is going to want to press down on that lever? assuming you can still just shove your garbage/recycling through the slot and the barrier will slide down upon the force of it.
hmmm maybe it doesn’t. also like, what if you don’t have feet?
apparently this is the last operating p0rn theatre in the city. sexy.
whoever drew this should seriously consider having a show in a gallery on queen.
this dude was doing a perfectly good impression of a duck until we rolled on up he was profiled facing south all stoic.
then his much needier kin approaches demanding attention. fil didn’t realize it was a different cat and as i was snapping photos he was like OH GREAT now you have to pet it, why aren’t you petting it? PET IT! hey guy look at the porch, different cat entirely.
fil did him a solid and we parted ways, the cat took off to mooch some petting from a teenaged guy behind us who completely ignored it. aw. some people (psychopathic assholes) just do not get cats or animals, and i do not get YOU, cold hearted and bitter. enjoy!
hostess should go back to their pothead mascots. maybe kodak told them off? (i cannot find a picture of those fugly looking creatures)
fil’s buried bridge/wall. every time we walk past he re-tells its history zzzzzzz that park (christie pitts and bellwoods too) used to be a rivine/creek over the zzz years zzzz they turned it into a zzzz sewer and drained the creek zzzz for people to have a place to bring their dogs and hipsters to lie around on blankets.
THIS BOOK SUCKS.
YEAH LIGHT IT ON FIRE!
i don’t know either but i like it. a lot.
so cute.
somehow meaningful.
being hungover and living across the street from this house, bad combo.
home again with toilet paper on a blemish i picked at. we watched role models. 4.5 stars, well done, well done.
here is a flickr set of that 3 alarm fire aftermath on bloor yesterday and here is a set of some macaulay culkin in the good son looking kid throwing knives at a tree in the park. um, yeah.
we finally tried burrito fresh on bloor (across from the ROM pretty much, above that breakfast joint, same ownership i think)(that entire strip near avenue needs more restaurants) and loved it.
two brews and two massive chicken burritos for 26 bucks, before tipping, self serve too so you can eat and get the f outta there stat. for some reason sitting around after mexican is a bad idea, i need to run away and X-out the experience entirely lest my ass a’splode.
hey seth rogen i have a new movie plot for you: dude eats burrito, loves it, builds a time machine to go back in time and eat it again. right up our alley!
fil went on a hot sauce tour of the bottles on the table.
relax man.
my brother just called me (it’s his actual birthday today) cos he told his daughter (my niece, BINSK) that i (i know i said i would never talk about this again on my blog) met that dude from that movie based on that book that 9-40 year old chicks are insane for right now – her eyes bugged out of her head and she was silent for 45 seconds then demanded he call me. she was practically crying on the phone saying that’s so mean that’s so mean in the background (jealous) awww. i had to censor the story a bit (a lot) she said she is going to tell all of her friends at school now. my brother said ok use papa’s phone for that.
cid attacks me. fuh-kur.
cid thinks he’s better than me video feat. me. he yawns at the very end. thrilling.
cuckoobreath
man steph‘s couch better fit through the door or we’re fucked. now we just have the two leather chairs in the middle of this open space, officially that old couple with separate everythings cos we can’t stand each other haha.
