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.
save me a poster jen!
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.
i also got us new bike bells!
here’s what they sound like:
that dog has the best pigtails i have ever seen on a dog.
kenny and i are friends again.
fil took the stickers off his bike when he noticed someone with the same ride did the same. he was also pretty ripped yesterday.
i looked like shit all day yesterday, didn’t shower. i think i have to dye my hair soon and get a face tan.
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.
i’ve got an obsessed blingee admirer.
this shows up when i call samir. thanks buddy!
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.
my only flower *sniff*sniff* all the others bloomed then shriveled up into nothing
i just looked out the window and today it is closed up, at least it’s not a dried-up pathetic crumpled flower corpse LIKE MY HEART. yet.
waiting for the elevator there lil buddy? sorry, we take the stairs and no you can’t come with us.
little gifty for wendi.
dinner.
had this poor sod scour loblaws for us to find this and he didn’t, fil did, by the rice, oh right makes sense to put only one of all curries on offer by the rice. they’re renovating so everything is disorganized. yes this is the loblaws news blog.
emo hung sans shower day.
a million sighs.
very satisfying.
not enough heat though, i’m getting better at this spicy business.
cab to the tequila bar cos that’s what you do on a tequila hangover GO GET SOME MORE.
melancholy cast over the long weekend city.
reposado’s back patio is a nice little sanctuary – unbelievably uncomfortable low chairs though, my ass is still sore.
our friends are aaaaaaaalways late no matter fucking what.
poor little fing.
blood orange margarita, wicked sour and salty. probably would have enjoyed it more if i didn’t have a thousand margaritas the nite previous.
how a bug’s life does this look?
so williamsburgy.
at least i nursed this sucker for a good while.
a flock of birds we both missed capturing for the most part.
a woman with a dog and a cat kept going thru the gate past the patio, many many times, we get it you have access to the reposado patio and you have animals, wicked.
fiiiiiiiiinally gill arrives. from now on when she says to meet her at such and such a time i am not leaving the house until 15 minutes after that.
long weekend loner sass showed her face.
the cook was not around, gill was starving, feasted on these homemade chips and onion dip (!!!) for a bit, i helped of course, no will power.
wendi was late too but had a legitimate excuse, caribana crowds, no cab and had to walk from the heart of parkdale.
mango margarita, couldn’t tell the difference from it and the blood orange one, save for like one sip when i got a blast of mango flavour, that was it though. v tarty.
kinghorn came to partay. as did travis, no pics of him, my ass was hurting too much to be camera crazy.
oh god more food.
ugggggggggggggh i am so fat right now i just did wii fit and i gained 1.8lbs since three days ago, thanks, i know it’s from shotgunning onion rings and that hamburger and margaritas and beers. also the wii scale is way harsher than the one in the bathroom. i’m going back on the strict raymi diet once i finish all my cheese.
fil took his turn and before he started it asked him how raymi looks to him: slimmer, more toned, heavier, the same. he chose slimmer of course. holy shit-disturbing game much?
