raymi diet tip: bananas – they make you crap your face off, bananas and tea, that’s all i consumed one summer and was a friggin’ skeleton, i went for a physical and my doctor was alarmed by how high my potassium level was which of course made me paro and thought i was going to explode or something.
nice eve for a game, great seats too.
this totally fat drunk woman sat directly behind me and was scream-talking into her phone about how shitfaced she was and just came from canyon creek and was trying to locate her friend halfway across the dome i have a video of the end of the conversation. every time she got up her stomach bashed the back of my head and she would slam slam slam bam bam bam the empty seat between pitt and i every time the jays did something right.
now for the dramz, first, that chick had her nails did like la-fawnduh and that chick from road trip, the one that gets with that skinny ugly kid when they drop in on that fraternity, she’s like, a beast, anyway this chick kept running (EW) her fingernails (EW) through this dude’s hair and loudly slurp kissing him, she did it exactly like road trip chick and she did it TWO HUNDRED TIMES! i kept trying to get a picture of it. ungh. ok just watch this 200 times, about 30 seconds in she gets really into the fingernails/hair thing:
see the yuppie high-fiving the emo kid, emo kid caught a ball.
okai i said i wouldn’t blog about the dramz buuuuut, well, lets just say this crew in front of us were not feeling pitt’s heckling from all of the heckle juice he was drinking and so, it got a bit heated and i may or may not have called one of those chicks sweetie to purposely get her goat got.
pride colours!
god see how greasy that looks and it’s freshly washed, maybe cos roots are coming in? anyway, thank you for the thousands of suggestions, i will investigate this matter some more and go with either the costliest or cheapest fix.
so my hair dilemma is this, since i dyed over my blond highlights, black, the top of my head has this never-ending built-up residue, as if i didn’t wash out all the conditioner, what the hell? yesterday i tried an experiment of only conditioning the hair from my ears down to the ends, still greasy. what do i do? and i cannot not wash it everyday, it looks so greasy if i don’t wash it and at the same time looks greasy if i do. gill recommended talcum powder. seriously how do i fix this it’s bumming me out.
ps. have you tried this (yogurt+plus) yet? i say that you should, fil and i have gone through a good 4 containers since it ever hit the supermarket, the best one is dark chocolate rapture. i can’t believe it’s yogurt it has the exact same consistency as ice cream.
i think i’ve caught fil’s sickness, great. after i finish this post i’ma lie on the balcony and hopefully burn in the sun. here’s the canvas i prepped yesterday afternoon, i like how it turned out:
it’s slightly larger than the one i’m working on for ian right now.
k you get the idea.
dinner, leftover chorizo and spinach with egg whites, minced garlic and rosemary.
tomato on the side and watched that i survived a japanese game show thing as well as wipeout, totally bananas.
on with the nite, sWo and emm were in town for high-falutin’ biz at the king eddy re: the SAC (which we got to sit in on for a wee bit, more on that to come).
found ourselves a private nook (why are irish pubs so into those? curious thing that.) and this irish bloke wanders in to tell us a coupla irish jokes i have a feeling my outfit inspired him to do so, the black hair too. oh yeah our waitress was not feeling me. or anything really.
very into these tables.
referring to gravy as brown sauce is just, ugh, gross.
guys i’m having hair dilemmas i will complain about later on to you.
the shining much?
so here we are at the song writer’s association of canada gathering, to which i felt way intrusive of crashing in on so fil and i booked it out of there pretty quick, accidentally. fil had a buzz on and was trying to think up song writing stories so i guess it’s a good thing we left, dude who wrote summer of ’69 was there as well as guy who wrote all of bryan adams’ jams and another dude who wrote hit me with your best shot. like what am i going to say, everytime i try to write a song it sounds lord of the ringsesque coupled with rush?
sweet room.
freshly applied lip gloss always looks overtly whorish in pictures.
the cousins.
back at pj’s, kept trying to capture my reflection in the tables w/o looking like a troll, impossible.
curry fries. i found chunks of chicken in the curry sauce too haha, what if i was a veg?
i had two jamesons, one a 12 year, the second the regular shit, and we talked about lord of the rings for an hour straight. i’m probably going as arwen for halloween complete with scratch on cheek from riding with frodo from the black riders. though i always say that and it never happens.
then we played our spies game on the subway back, don’t ask.
bad news friends! they took away the crappy exercise bike from the workout room downstairs! i mean, i haven’t been down there since the 5th (pathetic) but still STILL not fair. i have attempted many times to figure out how to use the ski machine thing and i just end up mr. beaning my way through it for half a minute, the skis fly out the front and i hit my face on the ropes and plastic podium part, fil can make it work but that’s cos he’s 6’4 and well, fil. the row machine is still there and so is the unusable treadmill (someone keeps the key). i hope whoever owns the exercise bike is happy having it take up room collecting dust in their lonely unit in this building, satisfied in the knowledge of my unhappiness. i swear there is a vendetta against me here.
ok i will go back to organizing clothes mountain and throwing away/donating more stuff, i made a video of myself eating yogurt, it’s kind of too retarded for this internet.
then i will paint some oh yeah i’m having an art show again soon, not only is it going to be an art show, it will be a musical colab. with two bands, (ministry of the environment being one) at a music venue, so i have to get to work. plus if you come and buy something you get to leave with it that nite, one nite only art show. more details once the date is finalized, either late july or august.
oh no party pants rip, claire pointed it out, gill said it was from pole dancing, ahem no ’twas not, this was taken BEFORE i hit the pole. sigh defective aa.
hi fatties it’s cooking time with aunt raymi! we are revisiting this (scroll down) recipe, except this time just the dressing.
oh yeah and for an appetizer we had some tenderloin. ha. fil accidentally burnt the outside and it created the most delicious crust ever, good one!
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, the smell is phenomenal.
ta-da! came out a bit too lemony, oh well, and i stupidly bought baby parmesan ps. baby parm isn’t called baby parm cos you grabbed it in a small size, it’s pretty bland.
you may remember these dudes from last time they were in town, they are called the burning brides, and they like us, this is what happened at their sneaky dee’s show last october:
dimitri from burning brides said i looked like angelica houston all nite long and even at the sneaky dee’s show said hey you all know angelica houston, that’s her daughter and pointed at me and i was at the front on a speaker and i think people believed it.
anyway we all went to the bovine last nite to hang ten, fun nite, i drank lite beer go me. i’ll post the rest of the pictures in a bit.
i thought i was being revolutionary by wearing red, turns out everybody had the same fucking idea yesterday. and my ass is getting flat, must do some squats.
melanie the bassist, wife of dimitri, is 4.5 months pregnant and totally rocked the hell out on top of wearing stacked hippie sandals. i know!
dig it, derno why we’ve never been before, wicked cheap lunch special goes til 5 and comes with rice, unlike crystal rolls or whatever that place is called. our bill came to 20 bucks all in.
silk coconuty spicy soup.
iced lemongrass, very sweet pairs well with spicy food and apparently lifts bad moods.
fabulous spring roll.
green bean basil chicken.
my green curry, very nice, was stuffed from all the apps so took 2/3 of it home to eat on the balcony after some apricot brewskies.
hidden flower sanctuary i never noticed before.
two nites ago i dreamt i was a prostitute and i was finger-banging sigourney weaver and i made her poop. other ridiculous things happened in this dream, it was way stressful. just wanted to let y’all know that s. weaver is kinky.
bye!
oh wait i also watched the wizard of oz til 2.30am after we watched lotr (fil is re-reading the books so that means we get to experience the magical all over again on dvd) anyway wow if you ever want to feel like a sentimental fag and cry alone to yourself over a tumbler of white wine, this guy won’t judge you. if i could just go back in time and appreciate shit more, you know what i mean guys? sigh. siiiiiiigh. oh and i like picking out all the continuity mistakes. ps. i think the actor who plays tinman is a ‘mo.
there are some nsfw porn pics of the wiz gang here and here.
these will be mine in about an hour’s time thanks to someone’s 50% discount!
