me: and i should know im part one
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cant blog it felt like sharing
Adrian: why cant u blog it
me: cos my dad reads my blog
Adrian: why why why
my sister asked me what my blog was
me: dont give it
Adrian: haha i was like dont worry about it
me: something in you wants to share and be proud
but like EVERYONE i know reads my blog
and u forget that until u see them after months and are like uuuuuuuuuugh
Adrian: lol
my sis will get mad at me for liking white gurlz
me: HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH
black chicks HATE when black dudes date white chicks
passionately
Adrian: i know
its craze
me: they think we are taking away from you
good black men
like whatever
Adrian: but check out this bit of logic
she thinks its ok for black girls to date white guys
cause there’s a lack of good black men
but if a black guy dates a white girl its wrong
wtf
me: wow good argument
she should go on maury povich
Adrian: lol
me: how about good black men dont want to date hood rats
regardless of skin colour
Adrian: lmao
i know
but its like
black chicks tend to like that dumb guys with saggy ass pant n shit
and ignore the ‘good blk boys’
me: dumb guys?
Adrian: yeah
me: oh u mean fake gangsta shit
Adrian: like
yeah
and if ur like
well spoken
studious
me: yeah bad guy thing right
Adrian: yeah
but its more extreme
me: yeah black people are extremely prejudice
you should like, do something about that
Adrian: if ur not the hyper masculine black archetype you’re shit outta luck
but then when these chicks are like 25
theyre like
me: so like if yer a “nerdy” black dude yer not supposed to get any play
Adrian: where are the good educated black men
basically
ur supposed to wait for black girls to come to their senses
me: yeah sorry no it doesn’t work that way
Adrian: after they fuck like 50leven lil waynes
me: ew haha
Adrian: i mean not all black girls are like that obvs
there’s a small percentage not
me: ok here comes a stereotype not for just black chicks but for gangsta chicks and trash in general why do they get pregnant and keep their babies when clearly these are the last people to be adding to the gene pool
Adrian: but why limit myself to a small percent
me: and the fathers are dumb
Adrian: i dont know
me: and everyone is broke
Adrian: i wonder the same thing
in all honesty
me: is it as simple as trapping
Adrian: its just become the norm
its like the in thing almost
me: dumb
like dont u get that u have a better chance if u become a wise adult before u have a kid
Adrian: i dunno yo
ur talkin to the wrong person haha
i think they think well i dont have much else going for me in my life
ill become a mother
time flies when you sit on your ass 24/7 eh we’re already at 2008 archives. yeesh. i have nothing else for you all we’ve been doing is catching up on lost and i haven’t been taking pictures. went for a tan last nite, one of my eye goggles is missing, sad face. alright, on with the one year ago this month nostalgia…zzz…..aw whatever the titles for these posts used to be on blogger didn’t make the treck over to wordpress.
i had a seizure when i was a toddler during a blizzard, i was dehydrated from barfing a lot due to an ear infection, so this barf/blizzard is bringing me some wicked mental images right now!
it was also nice that jen’s dog was humping my leg the entire time and my arm from the fairy whatever dust i sprinkled on it.
you don’t tell these people WHO BROUGHT THE SHAWARMA TO THE FUCKING ANNEX HOW TO RUN THEIR OWN BUSINESS AND SCOLD THEM.
after the room cleared out two (mgmt) dudes were kinda quietly jamming and no one was even watching so i tell fil ok go now take some pics and he does and i do too and dryly say hey is that the encore? and the one guy busted up laughing so hard
i miss this show and haven’t seen it since. sniff.
was that comment brought to me by NOT GETTING LAID TONITE?
chloe and fil were the lucky recipients of a mug with a long curly pube stuck to the inside brim of it and they had a couple swigs each ’til they discovered it.
i accidentally dance kicked that lady in the gold shirt. i felt really bad cos she was the only one givin’er on the dance floor, not folding her arms and scowling at the fucking universe like the rest of ‘em.
the rest of the pics are all of other people, B-O-R-I-N-G.
fil and i traditionally celebrate valentine’s day a night early so tomorrow while you are masturbating yourself to sleep we will be fine-dining at a brand new restaurant. i’ll tell you where after the fact, anyway, don’t get me started on what to wear maybe i will wear a garbage bag or one of the new dresses fil hates the most how romantic. in honour of food and well, eating it, here’s a ton of food pictures from various nite’s out/in not before blogged with some other junk thrown in to break up the monotony. i guess i should go back in order from oldest to newest foodstuffs to go through my system, ha ha? oh and if anyone can tell me what my blog title is in reference to you get a prize. (mom you know this one, no telling)
veggie compost from that place on bloor by organics, i don’t know the name but you can select three dishes with a free soup or salad (get the soup) for like 5.99 and their spring rolls are amazing as is the tofu lasagna, the tomato sauce that comes with makes it. yes i can’t believe i am saying this shit either but whatever, david suzuki says you should try and eat at least one vegetarian meal per day so like if you only eat ONE meal a day i guess this be it (though this container was allison‘s i believe).
mine? i got one more for fil and we all pretty much shared.
brit chocolate beats ‘em all hands down.
the first time we hit the oyster bar with fil’s folks in the distillery, it officially goes by pure spirits. great food and they just rolled out a new menu (little m’s bud is their new sous chef and he is quite a talent) and i believe it’s part of winterlicious, is that happening still?
this is Ossobuco and it will make a delicious reappearance later on in this post, i tried to deter mara from ordering it cos fil’s dad wasn’t that floored by this, hers was way better.
had to put my fingertips in there to not wash this out with flash. i do not remember what it is but it was good, the angel hair pasta and sauce was very complimentary and light.
fil’s salmon did not rank so highly.
i’m wanting to say monk fish for some reason here but i’m probably wrong, feh, the presentation looks pretty.
fil’s stepsister brought back a ton of salmon from tofino that she caught and cured herself AND she’s vegetarian -_- that’s like hamburgers eating people or you know what i mean.
can you guess what this is going to be?
……? it was delicious.
huh what whoops.
looking through my pictures from this nite just now gave me a slight revelation or epiphany, i was in a shitty mood this evening and then looking at all my friend’s faces made me realise what the hell is my problem shut up i have nice people to talk to and spend time with stop complaining, basically, and pictures to show for it.
after taking down my art from grapefruit moon and spending two hours trying on hundreds of dresses sass and i were tired and famished, so was fil but he didn’t try on any dresses. i really wish i showered that day cos from here we went straight to sass’ to get ready and out for that dumb winter bash party.
fil’s quesildilla and not featured is the squeeze bottle of amazing jerk sauce. the food at grapefruit moon is so so so good i regret not having a party there but you know how infuriating it is to get everyone organized for a large sit down dinner with last minute cancellations, sorry, not goin’ there ever.
i’ve had this before, chicken something wrap, it’s tasty.
holy starch fest, i think i was pretty hung all day so i had all day breakfast and made an attempt at health in ordering my eggs poached (normally i’m a scrambled girl) and somewhere in there is my bacon (yes not healthy duh) anyway the thing about GFM is the homefries that come with EVERYTHING you order so if you’re doing a no carb thing you better make it clear not to have any of those guys touch your plate. also when it comes to toast i just eat out (ha) the middle buttered part and chuck away the crusts, i can’t say no to butter.
honey i shrunk the brats.
someone brought out the jager (yeeuck why do people assume it’s a universally enjoyed shot, barf barf barf) so we could endure this eve and then i finally danced in my huge dress and tripped all over myself, it was quite the show anyway point being my hair is totally destroyed.
seriously now, kilgour’s wings are the most underrated wings we have ever come across they must toss them onto the grill after they deep fry ‘em and they’re not puny either. do yourself a favour if you’re a leafs fan go there when the habs play the leafs and get in a fight with a frog please.
lululemon (haha sharpie calls it that accidentally too) actually, sweet lulu, ahh, sweet sweet lulu don’t get me started.
if you’ve never been you simply must, you get to concoct your own dish. my favourite combo is chicken/veg w/ fried rice, crushed black beans sweet basil and garlic it’s so smokey the black bean you have to try it.
i’m getting hungry.
unflattering lighting though so don’t plan any photo shoots unless you bring sunglasses.
i love modern bathrooms. i love places that make an effort it’s always a nice surprise to hit the head and be greeted by more beauty instead of clangy dingy gross stalls.
hi mara! here we are back at pure spirits.
how graceful is this pose jesus am i losing my touch DON’T ANSWER THAT.
this platter was insane. on the left is chicken liver then cinnamon raisons? pickled junk in the middle for the vegetarians, duck prosciutto (!!!!!!!) and short ribs with delicious gravy i forget what that was.
this is flooring me all over just looking at it again.
hi bekki, also not featured to my left was beth, cute girl, tolerant of my big mouth, win-win.
ossobuco again, phenom.
blurry special made risotto for beth.
showing her some pretentious seasonings, v nice, man we were so spoiled this evening.
short ribs with various shrooms and this blow your head off insane garlic whipped mash, show stopper for real.
pear something salad the trailblazers ordered
what a greedy dick i ordered a caesar salad how necessary that move was. sorry, but bacon was mentioned in the description.
i think i ordered short ribs? whatever it was great.
the drunk skunks descend upon the shoe.
how awesome i looked the following morning.
probably drunk still.
then i tried to recreate the delicious of sweet lulu. we bought a jar of black bean stuff, it’s mostly just msg-laden and doesn’t hold a candle to my sweet lulu BUT i mix it up with some sesame oil and sriracha and blammo, still good. there’s little potatoes in there as well.
and because i am the nicest person you will ever come over to hang with i simultaneously made a separate vegetarian batch of pesto onion potatoes for allison and both dishes went with brown rice.
even though it made me cry i soldiered on through.
OMFG
this butcher on kerr street in oakvegas has amazing smoked beef.
ok wow that’s seriously it sorry if you feel like barfing now.
xoxoxo raymikins.
ps. sarah was first to guess what cat fud was in reference to, did you simply google cat fud?
BAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA watch this now can i have that kid?
in tribute to toddlers and tiaras which i was finally able to watch late last nite once fil passed out i have compiled a flickr set of well, have fun. eugh.
we were so ripped by the time we left the legion hall we thought the moon was actually moving at this speed, not the clouds, pretty funny. looked even faster through drunk eyes of course. it felt like being on a different planet insert poetic science fiction metaphor here. this was immediately after i gonged the navy bell ran out the door and pissed everybody off then was greeted by the others standing stock still looking up at the sky and was like woah, sobering. NOT FOR LONG THOUGH HYUCK!
unfortunately this photo does not properly capture the magic of my limbo.
errg i wish these were better quality, anyway, natural on the mic all i gotta say.
oops who put that there? itchy stitches i keep forgetting they’re there and go to town on my cyst scratching away then am all oh yeah, anyway, two weeks wait for results, i’m not worried so don’t worry, i just hope this thing doesn’t get infected from my own stupidity.
this beavis keychain is a relic he’s been around since i was 13, 14? i was cooler than you.
coug jungle party, went to sharkey’s with my dad and bro and man have they ever gotten a raw deal with that new location eh, serves ‘em right i say. their closing party many years ago turned fil and i away and fil yelled in the monkey bouncer’s face they would never get our business ever again then we marched back over the bridge to our regular pub, fil was fully steamed. who does that, yeah i know you can’t tell one customer from the next but still, many years patronage then a slap in the face like that fuck you and your exclusive douche party your new restaurant looks like the keg, same shit, same shitty waitresses all in black wearing more makeup than me, stepford wives in training and aging sausage trench coat party at the bar, b-o-r-i-n-g.
there was an annoying blabbermouth wino sitting behind us too and i wrote about that in the comment card that came with the bill, chill ok i gave the waitress a shining review.
i got busted with my camera out i wonder if that made the dermatologist paranoid like, why is some chick taking pictures of her cyst, legal purposes? jokes on you brah, it’s for my shitty blog.
omg go away nerds.
so kevin smith has been here for the last 4 days (?) circle-jerking with his fans to his movies, why?
we walked on the same side of the street once i took these so i could eyeball everyone, yes i am the rain who has come to your parade. sorry guys, clerks, NOT FUNNY. it’s a movie for dumb people to feel intellectual by. here i don’t have the patience right now to go tooling through my archives to find the ultimate reason why i do not like kevin smith, it’s like how the rest of the country hates toronto but doesn’t know why (geniuses) they just DO, akin to that except i have reasons on top of JUST DO. say i wrote a movie and then made every single character in that movie EXACTLY LIKE MY BIG FAT PRETENTIOUS MOUTHED SELF i could pretty much rely on every single kevin smith fan to love it.
moving on, i bought fil a new camera strap for his microwave no camera duh, finally, and i already blew the secret anyway it’s for valentine’s day. he needed a new one cos his other one has canon all over it and it looks nerdy. the kid who “helped” me at henry’s had the personality of a lobotomized teenager trolling myspace, my dad cracked some dad jokes and the kid was not for it. the cashier girl was super nice to me and said he never shows emotion i said well that must be really fun for you and maybe he should work on that. she gave me a student discount and complimented my jacket.
