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.
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.
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?
we decided to spend the beginning of our hangover at cheese boutique, such a good idea. to refresh you here is the post from our first visit. warning, this post is gratuitous, don’t even consider scrolling on an empty stomach.
omg at this point i am overcome with nerdish glee i could cry or jump out of my skin.
dustin!
ugh how smarmy “note past tense” oh shut up.
pasta room
the teas are up on that wall.
ok the next several pictures are for the sweet tooth fans/recovering heroin addicts…
!!!! i so regret not getting one of these, the boutique is pretty overwhelming and you can’t help but feel a bit of mania and scatterbrained, should i shouldn’t i should i shouldn’t i?
couldn’t remember the meat i bought last time and didn’t see anything similar to it, got this, very tasty.
i love how thin they slice it, goes so much further.
fil’s selection.
v hot and a slow burn perfect for hangovers.
has anyone tried this before?
fil’s stank ass cheese no thank you.
my AMAZING aged cheddar i don’t even know what it’s called.
sweating from the car.
i tried to grate some fine pieces, no point too room temp. for that, back in the fridge can’t wait to have some with wine later on mmmm mmmm mmmmmm bye.
so our first girl date from the internet i rate it 5 stars but only because we both started drinking so early cos we were really nervous, well maybe pretend nervous, girl dates are scarier than boy dates and more awkward, no matter, we were both won over fast and hard. ps. steph is a babe AND single just sayzin. i had us take a bunch of first pictures together to document the awkward.
first picture, here she is telling me off about looking like her dad or something.
ugh i look brutal.
hahahha check out cid’s head.
on gchat steph was like should i bring strawberries? i said that’s gay i’m more of a grease and salt girl she’s like ok lets go for hamburgers but that still doesn’t cover what i should bring over, a bag of dog shit? funn-ay. i like to laugh, she likes to laugh, AND she’s for real funny omg you guys don’t care about this stupid boring soap opera SORRY FOR BEING HAPPY FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!
on the first date you shouldn’t go all out and get the ultimate burger, (bacon cheese AND fried egg!) save it for date ten when there’s no escaping the disgusting what is your style. ordered an ult. burg. to go for fil though haha.
bumped into lil sass.
watching the donkey video, i was going to make a video of their reaction but then got super sicked out by all of it.
trivial pursuit nap attack.
round two.
aaaaaaaand no this did not end up in a threesome all ten of you who are wondering, we’re trying not to socially alienate all the girls in my life anymore by doing it with them and then leaving me with no friends and back at the drawing board. NOT THAT SHE WOULDN’T HAVE ME IF OFFERED! omg haha please shut up lauren.
scott! and his new hair!
and he left the tie on the floor in the hallway after all that big deal made over it, he was going to be the belle of a wedding today by wearing it. sigh.
bye scott see you next year! brad was over too i forgot to get a picture oh well hi brad.
i’m at fil’s desk now, he left the power chord for his mac at work, it died, so he has nothing to do right now other than walk around in his underwear and slap his penis on my shoulder.
hey everyone hi there! we are all having fun over here steph and i have been drinking since 3 – wicked! we had crazy burgers and onion rings and tequila for lunch/dinner now scott monk is here and brad too! i gave scott his jesus tie back, he just made me snort margarita out of my mouth/nose cos of a wicked def leppard joke yours truly assisted in. he took a bus from montreal straight here and when he called i was like so your head wasn’t sawed off? he’s all omg i just heard all about that from a lady on the bus i said yeah it’s all over the net and they’re saying yeah if i was on a bus for 40+ hours i would cut someone’s head off too! and scott goes to me um yeah i’m pretty sure that they wouldn’t. true.
oh i showed sass and steph the donkey fucking video on vbs.tv as well. um they liked it.
oh i burped and barfed up an onion ring in my mouth too.
it’s ok though.
we played 90’s trivial pursuit with fil and it was kind of boring, fil is very good at it, we are crap, but creative crap, if you know what i mean, um, i don’t really.
um so how about that bus beheading eh? yikes much?
ugh
anyway, on to peachier things, or rather, more bacony things, last nite’s dinner.
maple bacon boner.
me this morning.
chloe came by to drop off some books, borrow new ones and jam out to wii fit before heading to class.
fil and matt bought new lenses for their cameras today, FASCINATING. then we went for sushi at rolu. the sashimi there is kinda crap, too fishy, i like mine super cold borderline frozen so i can’t detect any taste. the service was bad too.
then we rode these horse dogs to the lcbo.
here i am hula-hooping, i am getting worse and worse at it and i do not appreciate being insulted daily by this fucking game, i go up .6 of a pound and they are like you gained weight do you know why? and list all these reasons (snacking, over-eating, eating at night, not exercising, eating too fast, indigestion etc) none of which are DRINKING EXCESSIVELY or KILLER FUCKING WEED MUNCHIES so i just click i don’t know.
i made a video but cut it short, this shirt is way too tight and constricting and the sun blaring me in the face and my hot hair, dumb dumb dumb.
i snagged a copy of the harold and kumar sequel so once fil is finished his 30 minute work-out off we go to laughing land.
why do i bother with these posts you wonder? well, it’s a sneaky way to bump up hits, yeah it’s all from the same people, but each extra hit is like one less sigh of depression in my life if for but only a few days. seriously, you guys bump my hits up each day an extra 4000 when i do these archive round-ups. also, i think it’s handy to be organized, plus it gives me something to do, and i get to see how fat i was a year ago. also i get to re-read dumb things i wrote and sometimes they’re pretty fucking brilliant i can’t believe i ever wrote them.
handsome furs at lee’s plus a total douche gets up in our shit. follow-up pic and email regarding said douche.
so after my physical yesterday to cope from hours spent with my crazy mother we hit the mall.
here i go, when i’m about to do something my hands freeze into claws, attractive retard on the scene look the fuck out.
making friends with your own harajuku slave means lots of pictures YAY.
sass brought her dad to the show.
so smelly hippie kids set up camp all around us and they’re all talkers too, we last a good ten minutes or so, matt is fuuuuuuuming, they’re behind us, i turn and say can ya guys shut up thanks? in a jokey way right during an explosion of them all talking at once over the candy one of them bought at dollarama and i turn back around facing forward then the one with the fugly hair for a dude says you could have asked in a nicer way and matt goes well you could behave in a nicer way at a movie then the kid says nothing, a few pause beats then the light bulb goes off in his head yeah and i appreciate the smoke (matt’s smoking) and matt snaps oh really? You like that? dude, just for you I’m going to smoke twice as much. hahahahhaha. the kid says nothing. i felt half-bad for saying shut up instead of be quiet it just fell out of my mouth and sorry it’s hard to ask you nicer to be quiet and not really a fucking priority of mine when you failed to show me the same courtesy so why should i whisper politely in your ear to keep it down? should i sit here silently fuming over how obnoxious you are and refrain from all tone in my voice when i finally tell you to shut up? you are rude so you really have no right to expect manners coming your way. ps. you all had wicked BO and we were here first, go set up somewhere else and talk all you want.
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