can someone please tell me why it is when i do wii fit like a fiend for days on end and eat right, i gain a few pounds but then the several days in a row i don’t do it and eat like a fucking pig i lose the few pounds+ ? i’m talking cheese bean dip chocolate meat and potatoes beer wine cake etc etc etc what the hell? but then when i go to tone my body and free step for a half hour daily and do sit-ups torso-twists and other stupid exercises i get heavier on the scale (visually though no difference other than chiseled toned torso) and don’t tell me it’s muscle gain cos you are full of shit.
i don’t really want to know the answer here i just wanted to brag about being a filthy lazy skinny pig.
i am so weak, i thought i wasn’t that sick i called renita to tell her lets do this tat thing i’m fine, we rescheduled for tomorrow anyway, but yeah i’m a weakling if you wanted to play a wimpy game of catch using a wiffle ball right now with me you’d asphyxiate from laughter choking.
next year i’m getting a flu shot.
so so so so entertaining yet makes me feel as nervous as watching figure skating.
ring re-sizing. fil guessed i was a 6, newp, 5. they say in summer it gets tighter which i didn’t really get their logic of seeing as she was trying to push the smallest size possible on me. if my fingers are going to swell why do i want to go so small?
so after a few minutes of humming and hawing over the 5 1/2 or 3/4 i went with a five. fascinating i know.
prepping canvas for my drama geek cousin’s painting commission of those happy/sad mask things lets see how i fuck this one up.
these vibrant colours never really translate properly in photos trust me your eyes would be blown IRL.
ugh i was supposed to have my tattoo touched up today i’m so bummed and i was going to see that little doggy bean too why must i suffer so i swear every time i complain about smokers i get this nasty virus.
got these for fil a couple valentine’s days ago. he got me the matching pin but it popped off my jacket lapel and cid probably knocked it into the furthest corner of hell that he could.
allison came over last nite and we watched a movie i’m too embarrassed to admit having watched if you can guess what it is you win nothing.
oh hey, what’s this now Feb 26th is do over day and what’s that all aboot?
washed-out looking chorizo, calamari and clam plate.
INhaled it.
mmmm this reminds me i have to put up the photos from our engagement dinner.
thanks for the bubbly micheal!
then i had a pimm’s cup. not as good as new orlean’s unfortch.
hey it’s stan! remember that story i told you about this guy approaching me at the liquor store and he gave me a book and i was like, thanks? well that was stan and ever since i couldn’t peg how i knew him. last nite he was at the harbord room bar and he gave me another book i said HEY it’s you! then we sit there for a few pauses and he says he loves reading my blog and i ask how do you know my blog? he says from the bedford. oh right! i gave him my url there at least 2 years ago. anyway it was a surreal experience bumping into him again he sat there like a wizard as if he was expecting me or really i am that egotistical i think i might even have slurred out the word FATE haha i’m glad no one heard that.
don’t get me started.
bye haunted playground enjoy your new life with snake.
samir looked over my shoulder at these and asked what was going on with my hair and was it doing that right now in real life looking up at my head um unfortunately yes my hair is doing this right now ugh but it’s ok cos then some jogging pants wearing guy cranked out of his family day mind came in to warm up by the fireplace candles and make us all feel uncomfortable.
yeah seriously those candles gave off a blazing warmth. they 86’d him.
how the fuck are you supposed to wear these shirts? (it was a gift)
yesterday’s outfit was inspired by i don’t feel like showering today.
stan took this and i’m hoping he played around with it cos seriously i don’t remember being an oompa loompa last i checked.
graduated to a bigger band-aid don’t want to use up all the cute tiny ones.
i’ll just keep my eyes closed then. look how dreamy and dewy laney looks god why can’t i be dewy too? yeah yeah i know it’s my makeup zzz…
we were to go to the dakota last nite (evidently it’s the happening place sunday nites but i wouldn’t really know as i am an old woman now) but the line was super huge, our cabbie was like yeah i just drove by there and no line then we roll up to 60 people standing around ha yeah thanks buddy so we tried it for a bit bumped into stanley who let us line-jump (thanks friend!) then said no thanks after shaking in the cold for ten minutes or so and went to crooked star to stand around awkwardly for a few and one of the bartenders we know is doin’ the joaquin phoenix beard look right now (brad you know this guy too) and i barely recognized him anyway no room there so we went to ted’s for a sure thing and good times were had. ‘cept for when everyone goes out to smoke man i can go on and on about how much i hate smokers i’m pretty sure it gets worse around that time of the month but anyway, you’re selfish fucks basically (we’re still buds though don’t worry -_-) and i didn’t make plans with you to hang out alone every half hour or so. you’re telling me i should just leave then? also, going to smoker’s homes repulses me too cos all my shit smells once i leave i have to plan like two outfits around this smoker’s house drop-in and immediately throw all my clothes in the wash when i get home, i never noticed how disgusting the smell of smoke on clothes was when i smoked but now i just ugh, can’t let it go.
anyway this was going to be the blog post about how fil proposed kinda went off the mark there for a sec um oh right well i had to play a few serious credit’s worth of spiderman pinball to cool off when everyone went out to smoke and i refuse to sit there alone with the people i just met and play hostess to them for you even though they’re great but i already did my song and dance when we first all got together and now you’re fucking off alright then that’s my cue peace.
so while i was angrily killing it at pinball i was privy to the most annoying conversation ever at the table down to my right. these spoiled university squares were arguing about alcohol and “what gets you” (?) and apparently the “what” that “gets you” is the carbonation. this one guy was scream repeating that over and over again so unless he was talking about not being able to drink as much as you’d like OR having a huge gut by the end of the nite, he’s a giant ignoramus. also he said that video phones are the wave of the future and that he only knows two people so far with these cell phones but seriously everyone’s gonna be doing it haha sorry someone’s watched too many episodes of total recall. another thing that pissed me off was this chick posed for a photo with him and her hood slammed my hand while i was double-balling it against doc oc (this post is just awash with coolisms right) um what else yeah i’m happy and in love everyone should get engaged.
so the place inevitably filled up and the music got louder (note to ted’s please stop drowning out people with your loud shit music why do you do that it’s so unpleasant i’m tired of coming out of there without a voice) and i saw irene on the floor with a candle, her friend lost her wallet and visiting from vancouver too hope that got sorted out. i felt a bit sheepish wearing my mushroom shirt it felt like walking into h&m and the dress you’re wearing is on the first mannequin you see anyway she was wowed by the ensemble and chastised my “fiancé’s” disdain for my new dress obsession.
before all this we celebrated fil’s sister’s birthday in the burbs, great dinner, great cake, great shitting pants stories, great vibe all around.
there was a third element to this gift too personal to add here sorry.
good thing we always celebrate v day on the 13th cos yesterday we were pretty useless we barely made it through SNL. the most romantic thing about valentine’s day this year was being reunited with our loblaws. also did you notice your lcbo packed to the gills on friday nite? fil said he hadn’t seen it that full even on xmas eve or new years. do you want to hear something snarky about these chicks in line behind me now or later?
aw cid’s tongue.
new accidental favourite drink. i bought some oranges to go with the 6 of rickard’s white i got for fil (nowhere on the box does it tell you to pair it with orange, if you know the backstory let me know) and was planning to have mimosas yesterday but someone inhaled all my champagne so i squeezed a ton of orange into a modest tumbler of Gewürztraminer and blammo, delicious. remind me to buy an orange press today thanks.
if you ever need to borrow an onion we’re the place.
baby red potato shake seasoning inspired by the flavour of this bag of kettle chips we picked up, not exactly the same flavour but still v amazing: celery salt, white pepper, cayenne, paprika, cumin, chili powder and a few dashes of dried sweet basil. one of those fluke things that just totally worked and with the onions too so so good it blasts your hangover right out of the water.
was dubious about this people’s choice thing but after a few bites you’re so hooked, bland at first then it’s like WHERE ARE THOSE FUCKING CHIPS!
we’ll be eating tenderloin for a week or so if you were at all curious.
i like these better than the my little pony band-aids fyi, they’re like traditional band-aids. next time it’s barbie oh and that would be a mole i’ve detested my entire life, it’s benign.
magic pony has the cutest stationary in toronto. mind the chicken scratch i kinda had a feeling fil was going to take the plunge so yeah, chicken scratch.
sass just dropped in with a gift haha she wants to be a wedding planner on top of the ten million things she already does.
so basically it feels like magic dust has been sprinkled on us, instantly we have become nicer to each other and a new spark has arisen, i know i know i’m goin’ there but wait no this is not going to turn into a wedding planning blog, nothing will change in the big mouth stupid jokes dept. at raymi HQ what i mean is you have nothing to fear.
i’m not 26 yet gotta get as many in as possible before judgment day.
any idea how to clean whatever material this dress is, there’s a ton of booze splatter all over it from NYE i didn’t notice til we came back from dinner and by then was just like meh may as well roll with it.
happy faces.
happy birthday joe and thanks for havin’ us at your new sweet pad alicia, congrats. also that dreamy little chick in the middle would be the infamous hannah oh so inspiring that.
i am a mixed-media artist now.
my hair was fuckin’ greasy last nite without fail it always does me wrong on the important nites and check the botox in-the-making forehead crease how do i stop furrowing my forehead? i inherited this trait from my dad.
so i want to buy fil a ring too to let bitches know he’s off the market, we don’t plan to wed any time soon we see this as more of a modernist promise ring thing and all my nagging finally paid off. fil says but won’t he be more appealing to other chicks with a band on his taken finger? well, i guess we’ll just have to wait and see yeah? oh and in other news i’m having my tattoo touched up next week, renita does that free she’s v committed to her art.
cid has problems letting go.
thanks all very much for the well wishes you’re very sweet. i’ll tell you how it all went down in a bit.
