so it was benign and i had it lazered then injected for 105 dollars, it’s considered cosmetic cos it’s not life-threatening therefore not covered. right now it’s dark purple and blue, bruised, fugly as sin. in a month i go back for another blast, that will cost 60 bones and then a month after that another one. this makes me really look forward to botox. i can’t wait to just sit on my ass all day tomorrow and then maybe do wii fit i haven’t done that in forever i’ve been too much of a weakling i can’t wait to be judged by the japanese computer. now we get to watch lost with the rest of the world so all that i was saying about getting my life back is on hold for one more nite at least and then it’s back to renting all the shitty movies we’ve been missing out on. i feel like winter has blown by a little bit, at times it’s like holy fuck hurry up man while at others i’m like hey almost there not so bad, must be cos i’m older. holy the go train ride out of burlington is a whole other ball game than out of oakville, judging.cap.on fuck yeah i had some decent entertainment yes i did. my brother and i had a nice heart attack platter at the pub my dad’s band is playing at next friday (you must come oot to that i’ll tell you more about it later) and we enjoyed making up stories for all the cottonheads holding down the fort, our waitress tried to upsell us the bigger platter too luckily we relented but gee whiz what a piece of work she was chill maybe does it look like i want to eat an extra 40 deep fried things? alright lost lost lost xoxo speedbags.
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i think she went a little lazer happy, i do not recall the cyst being that shape before.
sorry i’ve been awol i am totally cramping out right now in brad’s office. i decided to ride with fil today to keep him company cos i’ve been so stir crazy sick the past week but now i’m like ugh completely scatter brained from sitting in the car all day doing nothing reading the brutalest book. uhm yeah hi. britt’s here too we’re eating meats from cheese boutique and drinking weeks-old questionable JD and just shared an airplane single serving sized bottle of that white trash iceberg vodka euugh, fil’s shooting a band’s performance right now the roadhammers a ton of country folk are out there partying away and i am being a greasy grinch in here. tina’s dog sophie is blind she’s so cute and keeps walking in here doing a lap sniffing out the steak sandwich the band dudes in the room adjacent ordered i’m like sorry girl wrong room see you in two minutes sigh. oh right we finally caught up on lost so now i can get my fucking life back. payce.
ps. being sick and scalp-sweating my brains out has permanently parted my bangs and lengthened them that’s the update.
this notorious (great guy) barfly suffered a massive heart attack just before christmas and on his person was a note to contact the bar if anything should ever happen to him, no family basically, aw. he wanted some of his ashes to be scattered on the floor and the rest of his tab covered the food and drinks for a few hours it was really sweet. i was not expecting to have such an emotional reaction at seeing his old post and that teddy bear he had given to his old waitress (who has rights of his ashes) sitting in his old chair like that and the pictures. god. anyway, it was a bittersweet afternoon and i came away from it with a lesson to us all not to let your life pass you by in a bar, but, if you do, be a bit of a wise-ass about it, and at least make some friends there so then you really don’t die alone? i dunno. i feel like oakville pubs kinda remind me of peter pan, they allow adults to never really grow up in a way, you can always go back to one and see at least ten familiar faces in there is what i mean. kind of a bubble effect that place. it’s comforting and it’s sad at the same time. then that stupid sam roberts song came on I THINK MY LIFE IS PASSING ME BYYYYYY… and i said fil he’s speaking to us from beyond the graaaaaaaaaaaaave ooooooh as i was playing megatouch. i’ve given so many dollars to that machine and a good few years too and allowed myself to let myself go for awhile. so yes indeed, total lesson if you’re going to be a drunk at least have something creative to show for it, like a book detailing all your drunken excursions so kids can idolize you for years to come there’s nothing like the glamorization of things that kill you. ahh hollywood.
RIP burt and cheers you are, and will be missed.
pretty much everyone has done some time behind that bar.
i also finally met binsk, after years of her hiding and ditching she came out. yay hi binsk gimme yer new url i can’t find it.
and this would be the infamous stall after i uh ahem had an ASSident i had to remove my winter boots, pants and underwear (and threw ‘em out) it all went down here. you’re welcome.
i have a crazy appt today ugh, i missed my last one cos it was on the same day as fil’s closing photo show and i messed up the date. i have no idea what to come at this guy with i feel so exhausted like i have nothing left to say (shocking) so maybe we will just sit in silence and have a blinking contest.
my mom was in a car accident on saturday, it’s ok she’s ok but wow yeah, be safe people.
this guy is great even though it’s old howevs to be fair to myself i much prefer this jam to that chocolate rain song.
“So every day I swear
I’m gonna go to bed at like eleven.
And all of a sudden its 4AM . . .
And I was just watching Youtube and
reading Wikipedia for five hours.
It’s like MAN . . . you ask me the
next day. I can’t even remember
what I was doin. Crazy.”
