obvs. not finished just showing that i put flowers all around the frame because i am twelve apparently. there’s a spot left blank for anyone who wants to call dibs on this guy i will put in some kinda personalised drawing for you, email me raymitheminx@gmail.com if interested, if not i’ll just draw a moustache having a conversation with a telephone pole probs.
i’m going to paint in the petals too.
abortion is wrong guh!
we went to the ROM yesterday (before going to winners to get fil his xmas work jacket) for the last hour, it’s free every weekday the last hour so if you are cheap and get bored easily like me go then, we actually only made it for the last half hour, EVEN BETTER, i asked if we could just get it done in ten minutes. fil was not amused.
dude that’s gross come on stop it.
what’s up eyes? i’m glad i wore my backpack jacket. someone farted or crapped themselves all around the dinosaur area i have a video of the guy i think dealted it i hope it’s not too big to put up.
the new “crystal” area. neat chairs.
nice hair.
me.
did i ever mention before that i suffered a terrible seizure once as a toddler?
orcs!
orcs i say!
you’d think they would redo the bathroom by now? and seriously why does it always smell like soiled diapers in there, WHY?!
then we made dinner (salmon fillets, tomato, garlic spinach and fried onions) for us and christie.
oh martinis too, i think i made hers too dirty, she kept bragging about how dirty she liked ‘em so i obliged and then she couldn’t even finish it.
the game what she bought fil us.
graffiti stencils bonus cos being a murderer is so hot right now. here’s another one of my beefs, diamond gun belt buckles, not cool, mayhaps in theory but really all i think is poseur. sorry.
here’s a new installment on this crap-o-blog, i go through files on my computer and put up my findings and give you some insight as to what i was thinking at the time the picture was taken or something like that, and then i delete the picture off my computer forever, everybody wins.
look at how destroyed my hair is, i cut it all off shortly after, this was summer of 2005 and it is something like 4 in the morning at lucas and melodie’s and that dress barely zipped up the back, i know it looks big and frooshy but really it’s quite a petite fit. i’m pretty wasted in this picture. you’re welcome.
this was a dumb idea i just made myself really depressed by looking at the evolution of my stupid hair choices and i don’t even want to share insights anymore.
mr. brooks is THE.WORST.MOVIE to be renting right now, even though i kind of liked it, it is truly terrible and awful, but i like garbage so therein lies the appeal. where to begin? ungh. the dialogue is just over-the-top trying to be bad-ass, everything is predictible, demi moore is the same character she is in every movie she’s ever been in, dear demi moore, you can’t act, stop it, stick to robbing cradles, k? dane cook looks wicked fat/bad innit and his acting blows but he gets slashed in the neck so there’s that at least. the daughter “has” what kevin costner “has” (overwhelming addiction to kill, yes) and there’s a scene when she slams scissors into his neck and leading up to it a hipsterish song is playing and he’s doing the walk in slow motion around the house all is content OR IS IT thing so he goes to kiss her goodnight, the stupid song is playing telling us UH OH something’s up and then STABBED IN THE NECK and everything slows down/speeds up, song is going all arty-like, tho it isn’t arty because it does not match up to the theme of the movie, period, so it’s just irritating. they dumb everything down for you, explaining what they’re doing a second after you have already fucking figured it out on your own, there is no mystery.
necklacebreath matches this dress/shirt most wonderfully so.
i’m sorry but i just made us the dirtiest way deliciousest martini ever, i asked fil to try it to see if it was dirty enough and he smiled like a cherub at it and went mmm yum.
these olives are amazing and i know how annoying it is when people rave about things like olives but still, you have to go to sherway gardens and buy something from ta-ze. the last time we went to sherway (1.5 months ago?) i sampled an olive there and i seriously couldn’t stop thinking about it, the store has been there a year and it is just simply, ok, if you are italian you will be in heaven, basically, or if you are a food fetishist (fat) like me.
earlier i made us leftover dip medley that was really good, we broiled red peppers for nachos two nites ago and had one left over, ok shutting up now.
if you were to somehow have a disease whereby you could not gauge that i was dancing based on me actually dancing, just look at my face, if it looks like that, chances are i am rhythmically tearing up some floorspace.
or that face.
remind me to write a long mundane s-talk post about jack astor’s.
here is a funny quote i said last nite i wrote it down because it was so funny lets see if it makes pitt laugh as hard as he did last nite when it flew out of my mouth oh great now i’ve built it up too much. we were discussing where he and mrs. pitt are deciding to move to and then mississauga came up to which i said it is a joyless pile of depressing piece of shit town and added i will never fucking ever live there again, not even if i have cancer and i’m in the cancer ward at credit valley hospital, i’d commute.
then pitt matched my funny by saying he thinks life aquatic(a – as he calls it) is wes anderson’s best movie and he feels this so much that he signed up to be on team zissou i go oh great do you get a newsletter? yes he says, how often i ask, oh i dunno anymore he said i haven’t received one in awhile, i might’ve marked it as spam.
HAHAHAHHAHA way to stick to your guns pal.
i stupidly lowered the quality level on my camera to one star, fil reformatted my settings and made my video size too big, so i went in there and …anyway, deal.
stupidest most gay snowman thing ever oh oakville what next?
bad bad superbad quality. fil did a 649 shot last nite.
gill this is the guy with the same last name as you.
we took turns shoving each other into snowbanks and snowplowing each other, i picked up an ice boulder and pressed it to steve’s bare stomach and put one down the back of his pants (he knocked fil down too many times so i got revenge for him) and threw chunks of snow at mark while he was getting into a cab right after i decked him into the snow.
closing time smoking bar drakula party.
then someone got the spins.
visitting the old homestead.
then i did my second HOME ALONE-burglar-slipping-on-the-ice-at-the-downstairs-basement-door-move of the nite.
fattest mawfuckahs i ever did see i think they get fed big macs.
smile much?
this stuff slays, you can get it from a british import shoppe, when we get soused and sleep overnite in o-town at nite when i go to sleep there i dream about this.
blast you ornament claw tempting me so! contact cement sucks.
why do these shades have different colour lenses? it says porsche on one of them, do people who drive porsches need to have different colour sunglass lenses?
