you’d think the only fancyish restaurant on toronto island would get it right, right?
all these places i wanted to sit and the chairs are all locked up so we got to sit near people with babies, don’t forget, we hate babies (sorry people with babies) and if we wanted babies, we’d have them.
we got to wait ten minutes for our drinks to come.
did you order the muscles? i know i did.
a pretty bitter brief history about how all the houses on the island were demolished.
the “drinks only” area is a spit away and yet we cannot eat there, why cos the sight of food makes alcoholics want it? retarded.
13 dollar lamb burger, decent, and that was the beginning and end of it.
8 dollar expensive garbage caesar. it was so bland. the dressing was laughable.
6 dollar shitty cream of mushroom with chicken stock soup, luke warm, and i overheard it was the bottom of the pot. joy.
i want to punch this picture i am so angry jealous.
i would get into all the eavesdropping people watching we took in but i am so miserable about dining there it will put me over the edge.
i know you all think i’m a self-indulgent know it all arrogant dick with all these asshole opinions, what makes me so different from you? sharing it with you and documenting it all that’s about it, i’m sorry if it pisses you off to read time and time again shit like this on my blog oh big surprise raymi is angry again or i’m raining on people’s good times. i dunno, is it too much to ask for some fucking quality control and have expectations? we go to an island specifically to eat at this place and it blew ass. BLEW ASS! and it (the rectory) was bitter about all the historical homes being torn down, in the bathroom on the back of the door there is a picture of the hotel that once was and some bitter caption, like come on, piss me off with shitty service then moan about the past, how about being the best you can be as the one fucking restaurant on the island and move forward maybe. yes it’s sad when historical hotels are destroyed MAKE A BETTER SALAD! chef ramsay should visit that place.
those are my 300 reduced to 170 pants and that is a pomegranate vodka rockstar drink way to go making the booze ones look like the sobers ps. notice the cowboy spurs, nice.
suck it in sister.
do you want to hear a story about fil’s and i’s friday nite passionate sleepwalking lovemaking or do you want to pass? fil is concerned about it, it’s kind of hilarious i think. i’ll write about it tomorrow.
why is everyone on flickr disgusting as hell? check the comment on this picture.
in case anyone cares billable hours is on right now and we love it and i discovered it and there will be a re-run at 11 something later on every sunday. oh and samir’s short film made it into tiff, it’s called a cure for terminal loneliness. YAY!
oh and if you want to talk about the riches with me i would like that too.
me: do you like the band name go to bed GO TO BED go to bed
merkley???: its ok
me: mom sucks
merkley???: ok go to bed
me: ok go basements rule
merkley???: the water heaters
me: uh thats good if we are going to be wearing sweaters
merkley???: or duct taped matresses
me: no
merkley???: who is in the new band? name your band Poetry Slam!
me: ew!
merkley???: with the exclamation point
me: ew! poetry! ew! good name all our songs will be about beating up nerds and one will be called sigh siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
merkley???: I WORTE A POEM! ha ha
me: poetry makes me want to kill myself
merkley???: misspelled
me: i noticed
merkley???: you didnt say who is gonna be in the band
me: this guy was writing poetry beside me on a patio last nite by himself me fil this girl this guy
merkley???: no friends
me: i am the singer
merkley???: really?
me: yes there was a floating arrow above his head that said NO FRIENDS he had pretentious old man cigarettes and a dumb hat and vest on at this dive rock bar pffft OH HOW INTERESTING YOUR THOUGHTS ARE SO REAL
merkley???: did you tell him that he reminded you of someone famous?
me: I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT STUFF IN THAT WAY BEFORE I MET YOU DEACON
merkley???: FAMOUSE
me: oh i wish i did fil texted me cos he didnt want to say it out loud like why arent you laughing at that guy
merkley???: mickey mouse was famouse
me: and i said i am totally trying to suppress it thanks well he kind of looked like micky mouse hahahaha
merkley???: you sure do watch a lot of sports
me: no i dont that was the first one in awhile
merkley???: seems like you always have sports photos on your blog now and food and camping
me: its summer dude have a little taste of it yourself
merkley???: gross
me: ha yeah summer makes me sick please
merkley???: guess what i invented last night?
me: what
merkley???: hair implant tattoos instead of ink you use hairplugs ha ha you could spell PUBES on your back
me: this was after how many drinks
merkley???: one billion
me: i feel fucking brain damaged right now tequila
oh we have a band now and we are thinking of band names, i’m trying to be a visionary and a sorcerer of what’s going to be cool in a year, what’s france doing these days? anyway, so far we have fffek or ffek i don’t think it’s cool enough though, jamie was drunk texting us retarded band names last nite and i said how about GO TO BED fil said it was mean but i think it’s an awesome name, that or mom sucks, or, basements rule! oh and our type of music is party rock or music to suck dicks by. band name ideas are welcome in the comments. ps. i’m serious.
i dropped my chopsticks on the floor purposely so i would stop eating.
fil said i look like arwen when i wear my hair like this i said oh no wonder all these nerds are staring at me hard today. Frodo … Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth n?n, tolo dan nda ngalad. hahaha i just found this site that translates elvish.
there’s a myspace joke in it and all around us these loner dudes were sitting and this one old guy laughed hard and i said to fil after the movie what kind of fifty year old gets a myspace joke told by an actor in a movie who is supposed to be creepy? oh a pedophile who has a myspace account, that’s all. to catch a predator much?
there i am before the movie notice how not smiling i am, that’s what YOU look like right now.
oh hey you guys what’s up?
didn’t have a sharpie so this’ll have to do for now.
speaking of sharpie
i like how when a friend from the past facebooks you and they are like hey you’re looking great blah blah i get trapped in a looking at every single picture i have in my facebook profile typhoon to try and decipher which pictures they are thinking of.
fil just brought us back breakfast pockets from auntie’s and uncles and i am nervous farting internally, everytime we go there (which is rarely we aren’t breakfast people) my bowels start rollercoastering, i think the one time we went with samir and sharpie and angie the nite before we drank a lot and i was still drunk when i got up and it was hot and all that plus breakfast coffee grease and one tiny bathroom in the hot summer equalled crazy long bathroom visit from hell.
one more thing, for some reason i call it awntie’s and ANTee’s i think some prick i hung out with once flubbed it and now i fuck it up all the time.
i gave that to sharpie for her birthday last year cos i like buying people shit i want for myself oh don’t like it? mine.
