this is just to remind myself to blog about how fil refused to take his gloves off last nite after hangin’ at my aunt’s when we went to the madison for a nitecap, and how pissed off (obvs.) i was about it.

first my grandma’s jacket what she raked leaves in

holy skeletor morning face.

oh hai do you want to go to the library?

the shoot was fun and went really well, i did a lot of jumping action shots on the sidewalk and it created quite the scene.

i kept thinking of tyra and antm and tried to be fierce and then busted up laughing so many times, i air-guitared with a vintage tennis racket on the sidewalk and head banged and would laugh after every single shot but they said my face looked awesome so meh, feh, beh, fleh. ps. i have to work on my height and jumping skills.

disgustingly expensive clothes, one ensemble had me wearing a $400 jacket.

i can’t wait to see rachel’s shots, they’re going to wait for fashion week to be over so the spread doesn’t get lost.

when is cool too much? when you have five gold spray painted cassettes on your necklace? maybe?

oh olga and i went to h&m and i bought a big ole supermarket dress, you’ll see. i might have to wear a bra to make it work.

now i have to dash out to meet poopee, she bought a painting.

i accidentally deleted every picture i took yesterday off my camera i am beside myself with rage over it.

every picture except this one, which is an ad set up by telus on the front lawn of a fraternity. new low much?

there was a van parked across the street with a projector pointed at the building and fat dude in the driver’s seat chowing down on something. the slogan was something like, ungh can’t remember. i’m too angry about losing all my pictures, they were SO whimsical.

sigh

your hero, that’s me, will be trekking out to find some dessert this aft., fil said go to…

FUTURES BAKERY!

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111111111111111

ok more like yes, it’s ok cos i won’t be dining in, just getting’er to go, we’re having dinner at my aunt’s tonite who lives around the corner in a delightful coach house. i was going to go to dominion and get a cake or to baskin robbins, how dumb is a 20 dollar cake, nothing caj. about that (i’m trying to integrate more abbrevs. into my speak, caj = cas = casual fyi) (no i’m not integrating shit i’m just bein’ you know, cool?)

oh and i have to get some new knee socks BECAUSE TOMORROW i will be in a photo shoot for FRED PERRY and i get to wear a teeny weeny tennis skirt (if they have size three hundred) and other some’tings. the shoot is for the fashion sectch of sdtc.

lettin’ this crap grow on me.

board game nite at britt‘s.

britt and i were a team, against fil and brad. we chose red, they were that nerdy brown outfit dude.

brian mulroney, i think the canadian flag counts as a symbol, which isn’t allowed, no matter, britt didn’t guess it anyway. ps. we won the game and i am very smart.

the topic was lucky charms, and neither fil nor brad could sync up their brains to get one term to match. ps. what’s a lepicon, brad?

busted out these old jeans, way too big in the everything urrea pelvis, ass, thighs, waist. maybe for sale….

one of my favourite pastime’s with brad is getting loaded and convincing him his tattoo is spelled wrong.

here britt is using me as a puppet to act out “drive-thru” which i did not get at all.

fil’s eyes are closed and he is trying to draw, i forget, brad didn’t get it anyway. oh now i remember, it was bunny slope.

this lame lesbo move is me puppetting britt into guessing cross country skiing, she got it right away, and maybe a boner in her back too wait what?

guessed it so quickly fil only got two pics of it, this being the second one, way to go fil.

and then i got really mad at this pencil, kept it to myself though, “clever” shit like this should stay on the internet, thanks for shaping the minds of snarky little fucks the world over, look mom this pencil has a sense of humour. YOU’RE GROUNDED MATTHEW FOR THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX!

and that would be ms. pacman compliments of brad. fil got it, somehow.

britt and i’s topic was infomercials, hey are you guys bored yet or do you feel like you were present last nite too?

peacock i drew with my eyes closed, britt got it. ok bai.

fil said he is sad because i wanted to move date nite to friday, so i made him a painting.

i said if he sells it he can keep the mooonies, he said no way!

maybe i’ll paint him in, we will see.

ungh the asshole next door just doesn’t shut up. dude is like 80 (at least) and he just talks and yells every damn day at his wife, i don’t even know where he gets the material from cos he never goes outside, i doubt it’s from the internet HEY DELILAH A FUCKING DOLPHIN SAVED THE LIVES OF TWO PYGMY SPERM WHALES YOU’RE A USELESS WHORE WHAT HAVE YOU EVER SAVED!? she should just move to a home her life would be so much better without him, she’d have friends. when i fire off this pile of crap if he’s still yelling i’ma slam on the wall. who wants to spend their 80s yelling everyday? god what a dick. should you not i dunno mellow out maybe to prevent giving yourself a heart attack?

anyway, two nites ago after watching the boss of it all we went to take the recycling down, i’m standing in the hall just outside our door, and shitty neighbours to the right (the crappy acoustic guitar music what graces us through the bedroom wall at 2am) come out of the elevator (lazy fucks who refuse to take the stairs) and the wife looks me up and down once i say hi to her and gives me a phony obligated hi, they round the corner and see fil behind me and then she chirps right the fuck up and blasts him with an even bigger HI eyes sparkling and all that.

bitch.

why say hi to me at all you fucking scag.

old chicks are the rudest people ever, sorry for existing and reminding you of your old wrinkled faces.