so last nite during the screening of eternal sunshine of a spotless mind in dundas square this sketchbag prophet decides to interrupt one of the best scenes of the movie when we get a glimpse kiki dunst’s sideboob. thanks whistling asshole. security did dick all too, yonge/dundas is a delicate scene for real.
it was great when he picked up the unplugged microphone hahahha.
i’ve also got video of him weaving through the crowd before this little performance took place, if only i had a crystal ball for crazies.
fil says i have to wear a bra now, he’s tired of dudes checking out the “jiggling” he says, uh there’s not really anything there to jiggle. and ps. sick word! so i said sure yeah i’ll wear one IF you come bra shopping with me, select a few and pay for them. short of that, N-O dice. i’m too flat to have to worry about sagging. though, now that the seed is planted i’m a bit paro. THANKS.
oh hey there who’s your friend?
cid is an emotional wreck when we are away, then when we get back he is clingy and bitchy for days.
fil shot a band yesterday afternoon at gibson and it was catered by a bigwig corp so he brought home lots of leftovers hell-o dinner. bacon round 2 will have to wait ’til tonite.
i couldn’t decide on an outfit for dundas square movie nite.
pool injury, he swam into the doggie ramp and it scraped him hard, we all laughed of course, didn’t know it was so serious!
fil nixed on the belt, if it were a bit tighter and less cliche maybe…
i miss my belt fil has this awesome belt that was his uncle’s, he won’t let me wear it though, too precious.
when did my head get so tiny?
matt’s lime chili something from salad king blew my fucking face off hot then i stupidly licked my fork and had a second wave of heat.
oh man, the scene here last nite, too good. it was like special nite or something. i’ll do a separate post on it.
so we went to the pour house w/ pitt last nite, second time since this little incident (scroll down) when i said we are boycotting that place. we had to go cos pitt left his blue jays jersey there after last time‘s huge embarrassing piss-up. anyway, the same amy winehouse bartender was working last nite. luckily when you walk into the pourhouse there’s a set of stairs leading down to the washrooms and then another set that takes you up to the back of the pub and you can fully avoid the entire bar, being seen, totally stealth. i felt anxious but resigned to staying for some drinks. thankfully didn’t make any contact with the bartender whatsoever. our server said pitt’s jersey was MIA and i stepped in and basically said well then someone who works here took it and fil slow-mo shakes his head at me to shut up, i don’t care, the server had just finished saying they were probably going to fire him anyway which in my books is a play for our team (for fucking once) and secondly, after the anxiety-rush i got from looking at that bartender, i do not plan to go back there FOR REAL. hear that jeff/pitt? i am also boycotting hanging out with pitt when he wears team jerseys cos he always takes them off and forgets them, or i end up babysitting them as well as him.
eventually server turns up with pitt’s jersey. we also laid out some nic cage impressions, a bit rusty. pitt thinks he knows how to impersonate david bowie, so doesn’t. more like austin powers impersonating david bowie.
this story blows.
jade had a growth spurt.
still cute as hell though.
oh yeah i also am toying with an idea ripped from duane‘s 24 hour blogathon, to try that out, and the charity i will be donating to is ME. the first time i do it isn’t to make a killing, moreso to whet your appetites and prove to you just how addicted you are to my garbage blog. the second time would be for making monies. think, from early morning til evening, multiple blog updates, like, an obnoxious amount. awesome? thoughts?
this took a hell of a lot longer than initially anticipated, still some finishing touches to be done, but it’s more or less finished and i’m happy with it.
i always prep another canvas with leftover paints from the tray.
and while i’m at it i am totally sick of looking at this one, someone make an offer thanks.
guess who’s having maple bacon and scrambled eggs w/spinach onions for dinner and chasing it down with jalapeno jelly and monterrey jack????!
cid is all up in my shit right now cos he was left alone all day yesterday and saturday jeez guy get a life you know? it’s like trying to type with a straight jacket on.
oh hey guys, how was the internet while i was away? good? great. i guess you’re interested in hearing about the adventures of aunt raymi while she was gone yeah? ok, ‘roid voice, LETS DO THIS!
from the top…
spicy green curry a la noodle bowl from thursday, A+.
oh man friday i didn’t eat all day then i had a two piece meal from KFC (w/two “salads” in lieu of fries) gross i know, i can’t even recall the last time i ate that garbage it’s been so long, then after some brews and weed i inhaled 2/3 of this bag and onion dip, just like old times, exactly like old times.
when it comes to chemical onion dip i canNOT control myself, the house could be burning down all around me and i’d just be sitting there shoving one after the other into my ‘maw not even breathing, it’s bad.
i haz the eater’s guilt.
this cat is such a spaz, never sits still for my pictures.
noonish the next day after crap sleep, my brother made me take the couch, it is 3 inches shy of being able to fully extend your legs, i don’t remember it being that short. we stayed up ’til 4 playing gta4 and even watched jackass 2 ungh.
my sleeping uniform. that house is colder than a fucking morgue.
then off to babysit the dogs saturday. oh and part of the belt i wear practically everyday went missing in that room, le siiiiiiiiigh. must be a sign?
rode bikes to carla/bryce’s for coffin pool party, badminton and whatever that game is called where you hurl a wiffle ball at each other with those yellow plastic detergent jug-type implements. fil broke two badminton rackets. inertia he says.
turbo’s dirtnap.
on our way to carla’s we were caught in three separate downpours, awesome, when we got there it didn’t rain once and the sun stayed out. we rode back to fil’s mom’s, fed the dogs, changed, then went over to matt’s. pics of that later.
on the friday nite i went out with my bro and dad to a pub to see a band and shit did i ever stick out like a sore thumb, if you are ever feeling insecure and fugly, go to the suburbs, you will be the hottest youngest babe in every bar
there’s 100 of these all over the city, as well as 100 each of other sdtc ladies, even sass. if you see one take a picture and send it on in to me.
ps. rad belly and double chin eh.
ps. this blog i stalk enjoy’s camera is busted, needsa new one, help ‘em out! paypal monies here teenageteardrops@gmail.com otherwise i will have nothing to do with my internet timezies.
