this video includes: live action blending! danger! when i peel the foil off the rum i slice my thumb and finger! (nothing serious but i only noticed it half an hour later when there was blood all over my hand) i whistle! i suck on a penis (straw)!
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Hi Lauren-
It’s me, Laura, who sent you the Hello Kitty necklace. I just want to let you know that your Guide to Weight Loss works! I have lost about 20 pounds since November. Here are the practices I have adopted into my life. I walk between 3-7 miles a day no matter what. I eat nothing until lunch and that can be no more than about 300 calories and I stopped snaking no matter what. At night still eat a pretty good dinner and drink wine, but not stuffing myself or snacking is the answer. I work at a company where there is food like pastries are all over the place and people are stuffing their faces all day long. Not important!!!! I am no where near “skinny” (I’d like to lose about 10 more) so I hate it when people say how “skinny” I’m getting. This has been a pretty slow weight loss than what I’m used to but it’s staying off this way.
OK without gushing, I have to say that you have great advice and it’s so honest and funny too.
fil got a slice of depression pie because we walked all the way to the dominion plaza on college to get a new modem and it isn’t there anymore then his camera fucked up and he got hella crabby (it’s fine now).
we drove to the rogers on bloor/jarvis to get a new modem and now we are back in business hooray. after that i got a butter pecan skinny latte at second cup and that panhandler who goes please help me please help me in this fake pathetic voice on his trolley old person on wheels walker he uses cos he’s wicked huge, anyway the point of this is we’ve been seeing him since forever, since we moved to this neighbourhood (i can remember him from before that even) and he’s still pullin’ the same please help me bullshit he barks it at you and i dunno today it just made me want to scream in his face HELP YOURSELF ASSHOOOOOOLE! i didn’t. when i came out of second cup he was gone and fil said he didn’t see him leave, we have never actually seen him walk or drag himself away or whatever he does.
so he wants help right? no he wants money and he’s clearly been getting it by way of panhandling for years, i want to be like dude, this thing isn’t working and you’re full of complete shit please refrain from asking me for help when i walk by thanks.
and yes i feel like a prick for writing this, but sometimes i just have to say these things, on the internet, for thousands and thousands to read. ungh.
transcribed all of my journals and then some into MY BOOK word doc
took out some recycling
tackled the retarded book shelf, got rid of a ton of books, cleaned that shit right up, took forever, still looks a bit sloppy, brought a huge bag to bmv, they denied so many (they prefer paperback) made 5 dollars, a homemade copy of BOOGIE NIGHTS slipped out of the dude where’s my car vhs (thanks jeff) we bumped into chloe so she was there to witness that, i selected some of the reject books for her to take home.
went through the change drawer separated the quarters from the dimes nickels and pennies, brought that to coinstar at dominion (everyone LOVES to watch this event it’s like vegas)(no quarters, those are for laundry)(tho i did get fed up sorting and threw some in anyway) and got 62 bones! fil was impressed, the bag weighed just under ten pounds.
called rogers made appt. for techie guy who just came by now turns out our modem is crapped out, he changed all our ancient cables though and he was really nice and impressed with fil’s bottle cap collection.
i made a cute video of me making oj banana rum smoothies
we rented this is england the last nite bunny was here (i didn’t have any booze), it skipped the whole way thru, returned it and demanded a new movie no not the same one we watched it skips and all and no i am NOT taking advantage of your movie store it’s the other way around no i don’t know the policy yes i’ve been a custy forever this is the first time i’ve bothered complaining about it, same chick i was forced to be passive aggressive to in the past in order to get her to stop being a witch to me all the time.
went for a walk
made a salad
ate it
i feel loads better, i spent 30 bucks on pepto, eano and sleeping pills (just in case) cos with the tone-downed drinking my mind starts racing at nite and i can’t sleep then i narrow in on fil’s loud breathing. sigh. i hope i don’t enter a mania again. howevs, mania = tiny waist!
walked by the chinese consulate vigil last nite got some pics and vid it made me cry and makes the disaster real.
fil is trying to declare internet free weekend yeah right i’m rippin’ someone’s signal right now see how long it lasts.
i took bunny to h&m (her first time!) and the change room girl asked us if we were going to a theme, uh what, uh no, we’re just crazy. i tried on the marimekko design bikini and dudes my body is NOT ready for the beach, the one piece was ok but not sucky-inny enough, i grabbed everything in the wrong size too cos i was just reading off the hangers. if i had grabbed it in an 8 i probably woulda bought it. bunny talked me out of the orange/pink print shirt i wish i didn’t listen to her, not everyone gets my vision. i had a fluorescent orange shirt back when i was cray cray very similar to the one i DIDN’T BUY but traded it for this shittier shirt at a party many summers back and never saw the girl again. i got this other pink shirt and a cutesy dress from winners.
note to self: don’t try on swimsuits when suicidal.
our home net access is pooched today so raymi asked me (fil, px, phil) to let you know that she is still thinking about you and that your entertainment remains her primary concern (actually, i call bullshit – why else would ask ME to post something).
so, uh, well, hey… here’s a another spy photo i took of that trailer park rapunzelian the other day:
man that has got to be a pain in the ass to deal with. things to consider: washing it, conditioning it, drying it, brushing it, deucing on it… (so totally could happen).
this went on my blog yesterday in honour of pitt’s birthday, but assuming that you didn’t see it (or pitt’s own caption):
so i think i’m really going to quit drinking this time guys after the total feelin’ kooky of yesterday all day long i thought to myself gee i don’t want to feel like this ever again no amount of 99 cent pervert on vacation hats will fix it. i woke up after 3 in the morning for the millionth time and had to stay up reading until i was tired enough to safely go back to sleep without a world of nausea raining down on me. i have also come to realise that not getting enough sleep also creates this clusterfuck within me, so no sleep plus hangover plus a small glass of wine equals all nite long nausea. another also i now know about all this is i get so nervous and paranoid that i am going to get nauseous that that becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, i worry myself sick. god getting older sucks everyone!
i was having the stupidest dream too it was about my camera settings being all warbly (i noticed that in some of yesterday’s photos the pictures aren’t as sharp) and so bunny’s face and my camera and panic and then wake up sweating. oh well i at least made a decent dent in the nirvana bio i’m re-reading and added an entry into my journal come diary chronicling being nauseous all the time.
ha half pasty tanned face yes i know i look especially creepy in this one this is the outfit i chose to wear to the supermarket last nite all the women loved it. we had dinner at home and watched antm and rock of love and john and kate plus 8 nothing too punk rock.
i think i have the blues i’m going to work out in a bit then maybe go shopping and cry secretly amongst racks of impulse clothing KIDDING i’m broke dudes yeah right!
i dunno if what bunny’s up to today is a secret or not so i’ll just say uh i’m going to see her later k bye.
