and by popular request, retard poses you can’t get enough of

oh look, a poll!

mg‘s in town, we hung for a bit this afternoon and had coffee. here are some photos, mostly of me though, OF COURSE!

i commented on how lovely the ashtray matt was using was, he said it’s not an ashtray, it’s a fruit dish. ok, that’s a lovely fruit dish.

i never understood the thing about neve.

went to puma, dude got himself some new kicks just like that.

second from the top, far right.

then we went to tiffany’s so he could learn how to set the date on his watch, then i came home and had the best crap ever.

jamie printed out a pic he took of me when he and deb visited us last summer.

we watched funny games last nite, it’s good and scary and will make you very stressed, it’s kind of clockwork orangey in a sense. anyway, tim roth stars in it, i say oh yeah that’s the dude in dawn of the dead, fil says no, i say yes, then a bet is placed for 20 bones. basically, the guy in dawn of the dead (jake weber) has no business LOOKING EXACTLY LIKE TIM ROTH and vice versa, GEEZ!

try and tell who is who in the following pictures:

what the fuck right?!

the first one is tim, then jake, tim, jake, tim, jake.

this post got me out of doling over twenty bucks, WORLD I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT PHIL IS RIGHT AND I AM WRONG.

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oh hey and now lets talk about HOW SKINNY I AM AGAIN RIGHT NOW it’s been like 24 hours at least. i tried on this dress last week and went against my disease of having to walk out with at least something every time i walk into an h&m, thought about it some, then forgot about it until i saw this picture on sass‘s blog, and then immediately wanted it again:

anyway, it’s sass’s fault for blogging this picture, it was only 16 bucks anyway, she picked it up for me yesterday and oh right the skinny moral of this bit is i am wearing that dress over an entire outfit and it’s a size 6.

MEEEEEEEEE

by fil, cos i said ferrets were rodents.

guess how many lectures i receive daily and win a prize!

hey raymi

i talk a lot.

a necessary procedure.

hospital party

me: well thanks for taking it out on me in your dream

THE WORST SALAD I HAVE EVER ORDERED IN MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE FROM CHAP’S.

told two nice little lesbos from saskatchewan that they were rug munchers, right?

last nite was very pretty woman all around. they bought their dresses specifically for the occasion too.

YOU HAVE BEEN VIRTUALLY IGNORED

mg performing keira anne for fil and i, check the youtube comments, they are something else.

guide to insecurity.

postsecret burn post.

we hung with travis.

i am a golden god you are not.

i never even wear those pants sigh and the zipper broke double sigh.

a whore like you

THE REASON SHE WON’T ANSWER MY QUESTION IS SHE IS A SPOILED SNOT NOSED TRUST FUND BRAT WHO LIVES OFF HER MAN’S MONEY AND IN EXCHANGE SUCKS HIS DICK AND LIVES HAPPILY EVERY AFTER BECAUSE SHE IS A CUM GUZZLING HOOKER. BUT AT LEAST SHE IS GETTING PAID TO DO IT.
THAT IS ALL.

socks! shoes! thighs! stool! floor! hair wisp! someone call OCAD now!

be careful or i will punch you into outerspace.

fil was a TOTAL nacho hog.

heinous take that piece of shit off right now!

i love you arteries here is a present.

well at least he is sort of smiling.

k that’s enough, and those were the good ones.

friday we had dinner with gill, this is a rock ‘n roll, not bad.

thursday’s jerk chicken mmmmmmmmmm.

what i was wearing that i guess made that PLAN dude chase me down the street, ugh. i feel a bit too bouncy in this shirt, plus you can totally see my nips, not that i care, just in the annex, there are only so many disapproving glares from raisin-faced wasps i can take before i have a total george costanza meltdown.

sigh, i have post cottage blues, on top of pre-menses blues, good grief. i at least was able to crap infinity times yesterday, on top of the worst hangover quite possibly yet. i generously gave fil my last eno saturday when he had the spins, mistake. on the way home we had poutine and then a few hours later ordered chinese food. for real. i got a nice tan re-reading judy blume’s perverted summer sisters tale on the beach, it helped distract me from my hangover. now i get to figure out what to do with all my wrinkled clothes, i fuckin’ love overpacking. GOSH JEEZ.

aw

i understand your hatred towards the douchey clerks.
i try my hardest not to be one of those chicks
i know what they wear looks better on them than me
sux but its true and im not bitter
i work at a c-store and there are tons of fit attractive chicks that
come into the store wearing things i wish i could even think about buying
and regardless of what their wearing its my job to be nice. everyone has SOMETHING
to say about everything.
i think the things you wear are so creative, look good and seem to fit the
mood your’e in for the day, or moment. anyway…
theres no point to this email really, i had a few too many jackncokes after work and
and just putting off bed cuz that means i hafta wake up and go to work in the am….

-dannielle

we went back to the same liquor store yesterday and i saw one of the chicks working, she has looooooong black curly (crunchy over processed) slick hair (woodbridge hair) and wears a huge fleece shirt over her uniform, to cover up her dumpy body. i purposely did not go to her check-out. while in the store i was thinking man, is it like part of your job to criticize every woman who comes in there when they leave? then i thought would i do the same, and honestly, as much of a judgmental dick i am, i wouldn’t, i pass up on a lot opportunities to rip into people’s outfits, meaning, i ignore other people, and if a hot babe (competition) comes in on my radar i do a mental note to take (copy) something from her outfit and thumbs up her in my head for a job well done. the only people i do slag in my head are the ones with bitchy attitude, no matter what they look like, but if it just so happens you’re a cunt to me on top of being ugly, you give me no choice but to chalk it up to self-hatred and bitterness on account of looking like a troll, not my problem.

two years ago there is no way i could wear tight leggings or short shorts, and now that i can, the transformation you notice in how people treated you when they knew you before you were a cow, during when you were a cow and now after when you’re ok (cos we are never ever satisfied are we) with your body, their attitude toward you changes slightly, resentment and bitterness, while all along during your starvation quest you were like i am dieting blah blah bla and they’re like IT WON’T WORK because they do not want you to get thinner, but you stick to your guns and do it anyway, and fuck them.

though cos of my big mouth (confidence, FUNNIER THAN EVERYONE ELSE) i’ve always noticed some chips on shoulders, anyway, now it’s monumental, to the point where you wonder hey i haven’t seen so-and-so in a long time, wonder why that is?

the moral of this post is i am always a victim. always.

and no i do not wear this outfit everyday, i took a ton of pictures and didn’t use them all at once