had dinner with my dad yesterday i could tell he was somewhat embarrassed by my outfit ha.
i was about to tell fil i wanted to pitch that cooler cos i’m tired of the clutter (yesterday i went through all the clothes i have been hoarding forevs and filled two bags for charity and another for you guys to call dibs on, pics of that later) but then i get a text from jen re: the lemonade stand idea i copied off her first spring weekend in the park newsletter so yeah, that cooler will definitely come in handy. can’t wait for summer!
my dad and i ate at the fire hall in bronte (no binsk was sighted) and i had the fire crackers (pork wontons like fifty of them!) and dry dusted wings, huge motherfuckers i could only eat four brought the rest over to fil’s mum’s.
what are these?
ungh.
did you watch the season finale of family guy? did you catch the three heinous not funny things on it? 1. michael j fox as zorro who left this totally scrawly fucked up “Z” tag (parkinsons joke) 2. the oj simpson thing and there was one more disgusting thing i’ll get later it’s on a piece of paper beside the bed along with other late nite wittyisms that make no fucking sense whatsoever in the morning, anyway, family guy, not cool, weak, there’s funny and then there’s desperation. oh yeah now i remember the dead frog bit, ugh.
crappy picture taken during yesterday’s downpour, looks like she chose the wrong day to wear a white shirt.
then the sun finally came out.
that’s it, i got nothing else for you, i was balls tired yesterday like cray cray and i wore my new little white lace knee socks that actually only hang around about mid-calf area cos i don’t have little asian legs (what they’re intended for me thinks)(britt says i do have little asian legs btw oh and also a big head too) so i ripped them in several places constantly pulling them up. we hung at gibson while brad’s band rehearsed i got hungry again immediately and moaned for chinese food a hundred times, we come home and i know i have the nausea fuck, all this time i blame it on chinese food when really it’s the hooch so i made us brown rice starch i know, didn’t get to sleep ’til 3am, woke up at 1. i don’t think i can handle the late nite party anymore, it takes so much longer to get over it yeesh.
as i was doing this everyone was screaming NOOOOOOOOOO! so my facial expression is mocking them i think i was yelling NO! as well as totally looking like amy wino.
red carpet pose, why do you think all the stars do it? britt says. fair enough.
is it racist to say that eastern european women enjoy cleaning or are cleaning obsessed? my uh friend wants to know cos like this um other friend and my friend were having a little debate the other nite and he tried to convince me, i mean my friend, that that’s racism meanwhile he makes gay jokes all the time cos he has a gay friend and that’s ok yet my friend can’t make fun of eastern europeans cos my friend is polish i mean cos i grew up with lots of eastern europeans i mean my friend did, what? my friend says it isn’t racist because it isn’t a negative thing, yes it’s a generalization and stereotype but does it make you racist to point out the obvious like while we were discussing this my polish friend was also simultaneously vacuuming his ceiling.
dudes kept on cruising us cos fil and the brads were downstairs at the foals and one guy comes up to britt and says oh nice hat i like it where did you get it (right) and she barks at him HER DEAD GRANDMA dude couldn’t walk away fast enough. i feel bad for dudes and how dumb they are at bars like one two drinks and they see any chick that’s moving and think oh she’s having fun with her friend all alone THEY MUST WANT TO HAVE SEX TONITE WITH ME OR THEY WANT BOYFRIENDS THERE IS NO WAY THAT THEY ARE SINGLE jeez maybe hit a 6 or a 7 instead or read this.
yes that guy behind me is wearing pajamas. later on when we were dancing to around the world or praise you or roxanne i asked if he could move out of my dance way and said i’m half-kidding too you know and he shook his head a bit angry i said um you are WEARING PAJAMAS you are not allowed to not have a sense of humour about this right now.
then i did some honky dance square combination and britt asked me if i was drunk i said um yes but are you saying that that didn’t look awesome what i just did there cos i thought it was pretty awesome.
another guy comes up asking where he can get some food afterward i say uh las iguanas or green room he’s like oh ok what is that like i say oh well you know like, food, it’s like that, when you’re hungry, you eat it. he didn’t really get the point so i cheersed him and off he went faking his accent.
fil and brad show up to me and britt in a dance tornado and my hair is just drenched in sweat and party i love dancing!
here’s pics from lunch with poopee, i ate she didn’t, she was treated by some employer or something i dunno i wasn’t listening because i was too incensed at the fact that she ate.
i worked out before so i figured i deserved a pint and since you were wondering, i work out every other day.
hunks of bacon omfg.
my hair was still wet and looks stupid in that lighting.
last nite didn’t really end until like 8 hours ago, and now i am whitening my teeth.
no one even noticed i drew that on but open an umbrella inside a bar at last call and ten million people come up and tell you to close it you’ll hex the entire bar yeah right do you people really believe in that shit?
i acquiesced to britt’s desire to go dancing instead of attending yet another indie show, we had a gas, i was a fucking party animal.
haha.
more later waiting on fil’s shots oh man they’re goodies.
this dude threw himself at us and said THANK YOU FOR DANCING!
just had a pint and a salad at mercurio l’espresso with poopeeshmoopee and now i feel nappy. i have throat irritation from working out earlier, you know when you’re sort of winded and you guzzle water and keep exercising oh no of course you wouldn’t lazy slobs ha.
i’m already hungry again.
i bumped into an ex-fling last nite and he reminded me about the time we went to see the get up kids and i screamed out to the opening act HEY REGGIE LETS FUUUUCK! just as they were getting into their next song and they stopped playing it distracted them so much. they had to start the song all over again, and reggie is this tiny little dude on the keyboards who my buddy was totally in awe of, so i did it for him.
jen put my tanned cat mask in underwears picture in the sex section of sdtc, new feature, send in your dirty birdies to her.
this picture made it into my dream last nite as i took it right before bed and was like oh man i canNOt wait to put that on the internet, wow, time to get a life maybe?
i had to sew those ribbons back on they were hot-glued on only and came off the second i took them out of the package, i also bought these socks in black (2 for 20) and a white lace pair of knee socks i am never going to dress my age, at least i don’t wear platform spice girl shoes and have platinum hair and crow’s feet. yet.
fyi you get loads more cut eye with thigh highs than knee socks, wow, what a world of difference i totally forgot about that, i used to wear them in grade 6 i’ll get you a dumb picture in a second, anyway, at the tap this circle of unhip chicks broke their necks glaring at me i was pretty close to yelling at them to stop fucking looking at me.
ps. i am purposely trying to tone down the sexy in front of my parents wearing these things cos i didn’t want to be forbidden from wearing them, but trust me, once i was out of eye-shot don’t think i didn’t jut my chest and ass out like crazy.
cobrasnake after party none of us went to, half sad about it.
broszkowski and i were dancing and i hear RAYMI RAYMI and ignore it cos fil says i am narcissistic and imagine all the time that people are looking at me or screaming my name, turns out i was right! rachel in the red hat shot the fred perry shoot with/of me. ps. nice fountain of babehair beside you.
hahahahaahhhahhaha
ps. that youtube kid wrote back to tell me he wasn’t fat, he’s buff, and that he probably knows more about nirvana than i do, then says he isn’t a fan in one comment, then in another the biggest fan. yawn.
HITMANCHON
I have much more freinds than you do and I am not a wannabee singer that sucks at singing Nirvana song, im not fat im hella buff you slut, you need to go burn in a lake of fire and never come back.
HITMANCHON
You need to get your fucken facts straight you dumb bitch! I am a huge Nirvana fan and probably know more shit about Nirvana than you do, and by the way im not fat im buff.
someone needs to tell him that these days the word buff and curvy, equals fat.
