i feel old: sober movie laundry patio furniture nite yes!
we rented the diving bell and the butterfly, it is sad and depressing and inspiring and then more sad and maybe a bit boring, but one of those pretentious art films you’re obligated to say you liked, you know that story about the dude who blinked out an entire novel and died ten days later? well he was the editor of french elle, and this is the movie about it. i mean, i liked it, and it made me cry, and you will like it too. but you will also be sleepy and annoyed.
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britt claims to have intended to buy this for me, kept it for herself instead.
this is what time to go home looks like.
britt and her friend told me stories about their time in boarding school which lead to britt thinking i would have made a good boarding school kid, heh, yeah right, which lead to me telling just how i fared in “boarding school” england: ketamine, one nite stands, stealing furniture, walking into other people’s rooms during dinner to just hang, one girl stole my fake id, sneaking out at nite, coming back to sign in and take off again, hangovers, and i didn’t miss one class. anyway, memmooooooooories.
now i’m going to ADD clean the bathroom.
i almost just made myself barf while whitening my teeth, i see how long i can go with all the crap in my mouth before my gag reflex kicks in.
don’t you just love deucing so hard that it cancels out having to exercise today!
oh yeah everyone before matt good‘s show on thursday, go to the imperial pub/bar/tavern, whatever it’s called, same one as last time, upstairs, and this time TALK TO ME and/or INTRODUCE YOURSELF no wimpy staring from across the room!
this is when she started to get on my nerves and would not shut up about capturing these birds like i get it they’re flocking or whatever please stop yelling.
after blogging for other people you don’t have any steam left to be like I SAW THAT I DID THIS THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS BLAH BLAH INSERT PENIS JOKE. ungh. oh plus half my readers were too busy memorial daying off yesterday to care about my stupid blog, like, what do you do for memorial day anyway, go through all of your memorialies, hahaaha. sigh.
i said no to going to the jays game yesterday with pitt (still hung from the weekend and had work to do) and no to the bruce macdonald movie party launch whatever (free drinks, bad idea), instead i put my face into a plate of singapore vermicelli and inhaled, then we rented dan in real life which was half shitty and half endearing with more unrealistic idealistic garbage thrown in for good measure.
and now i must depart.
speaking of pitt, i have a new irish joke, he’s a member of the CIA: CATHOLIC IRISH ALCOHOLICS.
i can’t wait to get some patio furniture for the balcony and lots of flowers ones that climb and all sorts of other gay things like BLOOM and SWAY. we have a sweet balcony and we make zero use of it, this year that is all going to change.
don’t worry, i’m sick of me too.
JUST KIDDING I LOVE ME!
here is some of MY BOOK because i love you
Jan 4 2008 11.40am
I’m wating in a tiny booth right now for my pelvic ultrasound. i have been awake since 8.15am i haven’t eaten, no coffee and now i am chugging water like mad cos my bladder wasn’t full enough. i went to the wrong building twice so i was late for my appointment and i can hear the technician talking shit about the eleven o’clock (me) fuck them you realise i am behind a curtain only and i can HEAR YOU! to top it off they won’t even check my kidney! i said wtf i’m here you have all the equipment why not just check it and i started crying and said i have been in so much pain for long i want to know what is wrong with me! i’m going to ask again and they will say no. the reason i’m here is for my pelvis my doctor felt a bump it’s probably nothing, i have an appt. jan. 9 w/ her fuck why didn’t i just check off the abdomen whatever option on my requisition form!? this is just great my art show is jan. 8 i’m stressed to the max fuck my life. i think i’m going to get some blond highlights after this my mom isn’t driving me too nuts yet i’m too tired to have the capacity of allowing her chatter penetrate my brain we were up til 2 cos we have guitar hero 3 now i was online drunk chatting can’t wait to re-read all the stupid things i said i basically propositioned monstergirl and said 10000 embarrassing things i think i’ll text her now to follow up.
jan 31 2008 2.54pm @ Fresh on bloor
i swear to god some famous hollywood guy is here i can’t think of his name though, al pacino-like but not FUCK! what’s his goddamn name and what movies has he been in i can’t fucking think of a single one he keeps looking at me staring at him this is going to bug the shit out of me for my entire lunch i ordered a beach bowl and i’m sick.
yesterday was BRUTAL all day long fuzzy retard headed anyway blah blah my life is a party what else is new etcetera and so on. it was fil’s high school reunion on saturday, the organizers fucked it up tho so we didn’t actually attend anything official other than a bbq where i got cut and told everyone about how i crapped my pants once.
i ended up taking a cab to the market to meet fil and hubbo with like the only change in the world i had left and walked out the door in my short shorts like so turns out the world is your biggest fan when you dress like a mental patient and by world i mean dudes. i waited forever for a cab and thought ok maybe i’ll walk so i walk a teeny bit and every wasted guy on a patio got quiet when i went by and exploded in catcall laughter once i was a metre or so away like i can still hear you geniuses. the annex is no place for my tickle trunk outfits. it’s funny when you walk by tables of dudes and there’s one girl stuck with them and they are forced to talk shit about you just to even the playing field, sad. sorry if you weren’t such a wet blanket you wouldn’t have to suffer adulation of my behind.
evidence of hangover, and i had poutine too! me!
i also ate this yesterday for breakfast merkley‘s book came!
what a dick. no, but really, the book is amazing and inspiring. here‘s the skinny on how you can get yourself one of these collector’s items.
i’m sad about the busted ipod, it still works, it just won’t scroll, and it’s integral to my work outs, you see i ride this shitty exercise bike for 20 minutes and i time it on the ipod by changing songs for the duration of the 20 minutes (wicked ADD bad and biking is boring as hell) and then i get off and do the row machine, anywho, how do i know when 20 minutes is up w/o an ipod how do i exercise and force myself to enjoy it without music to flail my arms to? can they fix ipods at the apple store?
