i had a tan today, it is wicked warm out it is messing with my mind to see fall leaves and feel warm wind (ew) on your body we are going for a drivies. i am going to go on an internet date with this girl in the WWF (wrestling duh) yahoo chatroom tonite (not really). go to her blog she is pretty funny and wears a brown turtleneck. i found her via meltingdolls who is too old for me now (kidding). did i tell you about the time when we did it? i think that was supposed to be a secret i forget anyway burn on you guys.

last nite me and fil got into a huge wicked fight because i said that germans are black and white about things, no grey area, he called me ignorant and racist and totally over-reacted but i don’t care, find me a german who ISN’T black and white about stuff and i will stuff a banana up my nose. fil even tried to go for a blowing off steam walk without me and i followed him and kept stating my case the entire way, he was mad cos he couldn’t brainwash me into thinking the same things he thinks all the time i put my foot down and i basically said ok fine ALL of europe is black and white then, and serbs and croats like to eat a lot of meat it’s not racist it’s the TRUTH and yes stereotypes exist because they are exaggerated FACTS!

I AM RIGHT! SHUT UP EVERYONE!

i said i know three germans and they are all the same they make up their mind about something and that is that no maybe nots no fence sitting, it’s part of their character makeup jesus and IF you know a laidback german they are LYING and smoke loads of dope. i don’t think it’s a bad thing either, i admire that in people, no wishy-washy emotional garbage just straight to the point, though yes it can also be kinda harsh big deal though don’t like it? don’t be german.

i pointed the finger at fil and said you are mad about this because YOU are black and white about things most of the time the end i win. he agreed he over-reacted a little and said it was cos of his native blood when he drinks it is like FIREWATER to his brain!

this is why the belt

ok so here is the story of fil and the police and no not the sting kind of police.

so after leaving samir/sharpie’s we were waiting for a cab on dundas it was late and i may or may not have smoken some pot and i may or may not have also been drunk too though fil was full-on blasted, he didn’t smoke weed (he can’t) anyway someone shines a laser pen at me from a window and i saw the red glare of it swoosh the air so i go hey someone just shon (shone shined shown ungh?) a laser pen at me then fil turns schizo and says THEY CANNOT DO THAT! and marches over to the window and the whoever slams the window closed and fil takes out his palm pilot phone and pretends to call the police and i am jumping all around him (baked) going HEY are you REALLY calling the cops hello hello hello DON’T! fil STOP! it wasn’t a big deal! (inside my head i am totally flattered though) i was pictuing the police showing up and we are wasted and i am high and then they like ask me to tell them where all the weed in toronto is i dunno i was FUCKED guys! then fil shows me he was pretending so then i make a big show of oh yeah the police will be here in three seconds! then a cab comes we get in and fil is giving the window menacing looks while simultaneously pointing at his phone from the backseat window haha and i am like boy that was exhilirating man!

old people land.

then when the cab pulled up to our building i see this fight on the street and i am all into it and then get out and run toward it and the cabbie told fil don’t let her go there alone (i’m reckless) i only ran to the end of the driveway they are on the other side of the street but they break it up and the one guy runs really fast in one direction and the other dude does the same except the other way and fil has his phone out and about to call the cops cos i’m like oh this shit is NOT over yet something else is going to happen, when fil is ripped he gets really into my conspiracy theories like i am a psychic and can fortell future fights and then he takes it one step further and wants to call the cops holy buzzkill! but he didn’t call 911 we go inside and i start talking about it again and he gets all panicky do you think i should call the cops then? NO I DO NOT THINK YOU SHOULD CALL THE COPS AT 2AM! then we start to eat some cheese and monstergirl and i had been texting and fil is like CALL HER INSTEAD SHE’S AWAKE! i’m all NO but then he forces me too and i am prepared to leave a making fun of him voicemail but couldn’t cos he was standing in the livingroom watching me and pointing at me like don’t you DARE! cos he could tell i was gearing up to burn him on her voicemail. i said dude she is not drunk WE are the drunk ones specifically YOU just cos she is awake at 2 in the morning doesn’t mean she’s drinking the world.

in the morning i reminded fil about all of this and he was really embarrassed.

the end.

you’re an athiest? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK MICHAEL! oh shit.

sigh my 200 dollar jeans zipper busted last nite and i can’t find the receipt, i can still do it up by re-gripping the zipper but i fear it will break altogether if i continue to rely on this method of zipping. i don’t want to go back to that smarmy rich store maybe i will get fil to do it fuck maybe he has the receipt? oh and my other staple pants have a hole on the right inner thigh i may as well kill myself yeah?

it is hot i just met “monkey” at second cup to give ruby away and i totally forgot about the meeting so i gave her some other junk as penance, i looked like a dirtbag and a mouse ran under our table.

oh and i could have been in a music video for this band with the guy from barenaked ladies but the part i would play is being shot on monday and me and fil are going to be away on a magical vacation. i was going to be bonnie and the video’s theme is bonnie and clyde doi. sigh.

i had to run out yesterday before this video processed, it’s pretty obnoxious good.

dear vancouver.

the rest of the post is up if you already visitted, scroll down.

in case you forgot, i am a fucking movie star. LOOK!

i tried to dance and act really slutty last nite to get on the jumbotron, it didn’t happen. everyone in our section liked it though. these young dudes who kept fighting with us (jays fans too wtf) took off their shirts and i cupped my mouth turned around and screamed EW EW EW EW EW EW EW! at them to the timing of them swinging their shirts around in the air. i am mean. then later on this red sox kid came by me and was like you really fucked me over with that red sox thing and i went oops sorry! totally can’t remember what i said or did though (way too many things to choose from like hey to which burn are you referring, pal?) i think he just meant i want to have sex with you. fil was planning to pull my shirt down all nite long and i said ok near the end before we leave i will untie it and dance around and you can pull it down and it will be like it was spontaneous then we will run away but wait til everyone has their cellphone cameras out and ready first. didn’t happen, but on our way walking to the game he kept trying to do it. when i dance i cupped my boobs like a bimbo idiot and jumped around like kelly from married with children i am fun like that. oh and when we did the wave this guy held his baby up and i started laughing and pointing then he did it again total baby flirting with me!

pitt thinks he is in cocktail.

fil won a hat.

i am never ever eating anything deep fried ever again.

the hat trick funny how it rhymes with patrick.

sweat it out pitt, a glimpse into his possible future.

this dude kept taking pictures with his little flash on of the jumbotron DUDE the entire dome is a FLASH and so is the screen, unnecessary. fil wouldn’t let me tell him how wrong he is.

BABE ALERT!

radmad doesn’t like my nailpolish i said well look who has a boyfriend and who doesn’t! heh.

everytime pitt sat up to scream or whatever the fair blond kid beside him just stared in total silent awe like he was hypnotized it was really sweet. surprisingly, we did not get any warnings last nite.

i’m sorry but wells is TOTALLY eye-balling me in this picture.

i felt bad for looking really pretty so i let fil wear my glasses.

anita totally picked up the red sox chick behind us.

and finally

aunt raymi comes to dinner

taken from this gem:

thanks emma.

my dad told me to look up buffy st. marie ages ago cos he thinks i look like her, i finally did, what do you think?

hmm no wonder the native dudes who sell stuff on the corner get massive erections when i walk by. i bought a copper feather off one a month ago for fil’s mom and ever since they go quiet when i go by and one goes helloooooooo to me and i get all shy.

also, my mom and dad went to the same highschool in oakville, my mom was a new student and like the only one who had dark hair and everyone called her injun all the time. fucking oakville.

what is the story behind this??