this is how aged i am, my left ass cheeck buttock if you will, is in total agony, i tried to push fil into a wall on the way to the varsity theatre yesterday
pitt decided to involve himself in a game of catch with two dudes, who were casually lobbing a ball back and forth, pitt ever the competitor, whipped the ball to one guy and the other launched it back, pitt caught it with his face.
evidence i’m skinnier since this photo was taken, well less-wide, plus that dress was super unforgiving and the jacket over-top completely hides my waistline.
and new honest ed’s slippers, this time i got my own size (8) they seem like they will give a little, 9.99 and comes in blue white black metallic silvery, if they end up not being heel killers i’ll go back and get black.
whenever i get interviewed about this piece of shit blog, i’m always asked how or why i started blogging and i always credit this guy jacob, he’s the one who told me about blogger.com back in 2000 when i was fervently shitting up the vice forums, he’s like take what you’re doing there into your OWN space. i asked him dude how do i make a name for myself how do i get known how do i get big? he said i had to move to toronto and immerse myself in the scene, go to parties and shows, just be present, basically. you all have jacob to thank, he had a big hand in creating this monster.
a woman joked that this photograph i took would cost me a dollar. yeah, so funny.
sambo and sharpie coincidentally were on the island yesterday.
i can fit that frisbee over my ass and around my waist.
then the gill party arrived to celebrate shane’s birthday (gill’s man).
yohawn? johanne? something like that, quiet chill dude.
the sun disappeared for an hour and eventually came back with avengeance.
maddy.
maddy’s dad, gill’s brother donovan.
sass nap.
volleyball party.
maddy cleared out the surrounding beach, it was most awesome.
claire came too, no pics of her on the beach though, later on at the drake you will see her captured.
trashed blanket.
on our way to the clubhouse to get in on those drink tickets not like i needed any.
see fil and maddy in the distance and the sun breaking through the clouds all heaven-like? siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
ok so some original artists stick this branch into the sand and i say to the dude photographing it during this picture THIS WAS MY IDEA that’s great and he goes UH NO! my sarcasm went right over his head.
and might i declare that you are no longer allowed to wear those stupid fucking hats? why not throw some gladiators in for good measure ok?
ART EVERYONE LOOK AT THE ART OMG ART!
when we passed this other blanket of skids, sass was complaining about the rocks in the sand hurting her feet and one goes oh please go back to toronto (um we are in toronto right now on this beach you fucking genius) and then save up some money and go to florida and we just gave them a goofy look and i declared YOU ARE SOOOO HILARIOUS! then we keep walking and i turned back and did the ok sign at them and the girl skid does the Loser sign over her forehead. wicked, a dirty chick thinks we are losers. why would you instantly assume over a snippet of conversation that we’re beach snobs, fuck you idiot, i love that beach.
dropped in on mr. and mrs. pitt’s new digs, had some pizza wine whiskey plum gasoline pretzels and chips.
of course.
the pitts have a famous neighbour.
caribana colours.
bizarro world.
just a little more fine tuning to be done and we’re good.
fil’s kifey cheese gets its own plate.
jamie brought me that wtc snow globe, he found it on the street. thanks!
this is the space now (i know this post is messed up cos the part below i put up first) and check out what’s on the coffeetable bottom right corner haha.
fil rearranged the furniture so now i am facing the other side of the room, it’s bomb dude! now when we bang on the couch the building across the way’s view of our performance will be totally better. here look it’s me about to shove an onion ring in my face, probably the same one i later barfed up in my mouth and the last one i will eat for a loooooooong time.
