she had blood on her face from picking and scratching at it too much and her clothes were dirty, like normal people clothes but just all roughed up, anyway, i’m in line behind her (not looking too hot myself, greasy, big glasses covering up my face, just dashed out to get coffee and a tuna sandwich) and she looks me up and down and goes “Pfffft” at me as if she’s hot shit and i’m not, it was very chip on her shoulder of her, fucking annoying. so not to be outdone, i totally ignore her staring up into my face for about five seconds then i turn and give her the mean eyeball and go “pfffft” right back at her, but my Pffffft was way meaner. it was also an effort to refrain from adding shut up junky to my pffft. anyway, that’s the news for now.

hey who’s the square who showed up? you shoulda heard my rendition of roxanne, it blew the ceiling off.

dude behind me is way feeling it.

and here i am pregnant with an alcohol baby, singing roxanne and blasting the ceiling off, it’s hard to sing in a tight skirt, christie loves the sound of my voice.

we packed all our stuff to head to the island yesterday and were greeted by this, so we turned around with our cooler and blanket and bags stuffed with beach junk and went to philosopher’s walk instead, where matt met us with his buddy amy, and we got tanked. not a bad time. seriously going to the island on canada day was the dumbest move ever. i mean, if you enjoy being annoyed out of your skull then it is totally the thing for you. fil almost lost it once we got back to the subway (to waste more money) and this big lady was eating a hot dog on the escalator (with two canadian flags jammed in her big hair) taking UP the entire escalator so we couldn’t get past then we just shove our way through her and down just as the subway doors close, that was like, the. final. straw. then we sat in silence til the next train came. next year we will have our own speedboat to take us to the island or, NO ISLAND!

christie had a last minute piss-up.

at her new place.

played rock band for the first time, mic hogged a bit, feh.

sass got in a fight with a neanderthal.

she didn’t like that i kept saying she was wearing a raymi oufit.

ok gotta fly sorry my blog is so lame this weekend (ha it’s tuesday)(in canadaland we are still in weekend mode).

BYEEEEEEEEEE HOSERS!

i took those faux potted flowers, and a little porcupine guy.

teeniest hopscotch game ever.

pointing my foot in this shot was accidental i swear.

teeniest bench ever omgs!

lets see what can i tell you, we watched lotr last nite, oh got in a spat in the car when i saw a dude carrying a carton of milk on his shoulder in THE ANNEX and i said he looked smug (like i am saving the planet and showing off)(no plastic bag, right see?) and fil says i disagree, then i called him smug too, then the spat. ungh. i was being JOOOKEY jeez. went to noah’s to get some lesbian house cleaner earlier today and fil his lesbian deodorant (SMUG SMUG! SMUG!!) then for a walkies, hit the lcbo (closed tomorrow guys, be prepared) made a nice salad, read in the bath and here i am now.

bye.

way to embarrass, oakvegas, good job.

this is reminiscent of horton hears a who.

you see my big shining moment at 2 minutes in, i get up from the bar, turn, walk away, awesome. i’m wearing the success dress. wendi is also at the bar, chainsmoking in a white trench coat.

elliott brood

then a gay tornado blew right on in.

hot mess tranny, no maybe just mess.

hi chris!!!!!!!!!!!

this game completely stresses me right the fuck out.

then a whole other bunch of crazy bullshit happened.

oh and i sang so what’cha want for the millionth time, it was a wee brutal, no matter, show up at 1am when all the drunk jocks are ripped and they’re all WOOOOH YEAAAAAAAAAAAH BESSST SONG IN THE UNIVERSE NO BEST SINGER IN THE UNIVERSE!