ok here is your update:

my eyes are stinging from onions we are making turkey breast with tomato sauce (blended tomatoes from the not our garden) lots of garlic like ten cloves, green pepper, hot yellow pepper and brown rice.

also, this is how aged i am, my left ass cheeck buttock if you will, is in total agony, i tried to push fil into a wall on the way to the varsity theatre yesterday and used everything except my left leg to shove him and so my body twisted in this stupid way and i had to limp the rest of the way there and now i am hobbling around the condo like a grandma what the fuck me!

full house is on and after we will watch the facts of life and then we will read the bible.

oh fil has decided to do a mystery jerk sauce instead right after i said please don’t make it too hot i don’t want my head to be blown off and have to spend the next six hours trying to eat a 1/2 plate of food because it is the temperature of hell.

oh and the reason you haven’t read my jack kerouac thing yet is because tony had gay orgies all nite last nite and only just woke up then had to do some radio thing, I had it finished HOURS ago and you know i would have posted it here immediately but there’s this fucking exclusivity thing blah bla.

some pathetic dick (whom used a proxy to hide their identity thus totally outing their fat, ugly self) just said i had a gunt, of fucking COURSE i have a gunt right now i’m on my period and i put on tights what are you the smartest person on the internet? from now on, if anyone says anything close to negative about my body, you will be forever banned i’m sick of wasting my precious thinking time picturing fucking up your faces. and, if anyone cares, i have actually lost another five pounds, so die.

here’s a sampling of some of the myspace meassages i have left in fil’s comments.

Jul 12 2007 10:34A

Hey Babie Du you WAnt to have cyber reach me on ..) <3 + Aug 4 2007 7:48A Hey I am writin from not my account wondering iF you lost my email I haven’t heard from you yet I thnik we could have a great time I am in a relaytionship but it is not going verry well so maybe I will look around sum more holla at me when you Get tHe chance XOXO <3 RL. + Aug 14 2007 2:49P Hello Sir(s) I just wanted to share my news exciing news with You I will be in your country for two month cum Saturday the 18 augus so lets make conact I will send you an Email 16 augus and you Can MEet me at Pearsonn INternationmal airport terminal 3 thank you obliged R.L.W oooxxxoox + Aug 16 2007 12:37P I Know I would wright to you august the 16 but I hear news now that my bank accont haz been compromsed SO I was hopeng we coudlreach an agreement npw and you could wire me the money to thius not my account please let me know ASAP as i plan to fly still to be with you lovey You are the ,msot Hottie sexi man <3 xxooxxoo as you can tell i am pretty desperate, do you think fil will wire me the money? hahaha.

yep.

sushi time has new ownership, i don’t know if it is still called sushi time.

the picture of christopher walker is gone, sigh.

the equivalent to the silver sashimi i used to get from sushi time is now the sashimi deluxe, i like it better, not a fan of the outside seared pepper whatever the hell that is fish but, feh, you get 14 pieces and they got rid of that rubber fish and added the butter fish. 14 pieces for 11.99 plus salad rice and soup.

then i dump the soy sauce/wasabi leftover on the rice to try and stretch it out.

i brought fil home 2 shawarmas, then we went to see the bourne ultimatum and it is incredible!

ok that’s enough, louis.

‘diculous.

oh hai.

because nothing makes me want to buy a watch more than ghost rider.

oh i just finished writing a piece for laist, today is the 50th anniversary of On the road so why not exploit my bloodtie a little. i’ll link it later on when it’s up, those west coasters are three hours behind. typical.

coincidence that it is my nana and papa’s 50th wedding anniversary also.

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i’m making a playlist for my nana and papa’s 50th anniversary this weekend and now i know how DJs feel like god, yes, i feel like god right now and the biggest creative genius ever. next time i meet a dj i will pat them on the back and say i understand (why you’re such an arrogant dick).

that is all.

seeing as my blog is blocked from every public computer, i may as well keep up my end of the deal.

so here is another story about the annex.

last week, or the one before it, i went out to this whimsical disposable income store on bloor, you know the one where there are kooky soaps lotions wrapping papers magnets notebooks shit you don’t need but great for last minute presents no one would ever buy for themself, i went there to get wendi a birthday present, it was hot as hell and i am in a hurry to get back and then walk to the party in kensington, i’m pretty hungry too and totally spaced out i must have circled the store five times before i settled on a ron jeremy pin and a notebook that you write down new bands/artists in, the label, recommended by, she works in the music industry, perfect, cute, fun, bla bla blah.

ok so i pass on buying a gift bag, overpriced, waste, too big i don’t want to carry a huge gay bag on a hot day when i could just stuff it in my purse and we also have road vodkas to bring and tallboys, so i pass hoping and/or assuming this whimsical little shoppe does the brown bag with handles thing and curls some ribbon on it for you, i ask the dude (gay crotchety with a limp, not ragging on him, just observations here, normally it’s hot skinny young spinster chicks or feminist short hairs manning the ’til ha manning, feminists) for a brown paper bag he says no sorry YOU GET PLASTIC (oh i’m wearing my pillowcase dress if this helps with the setting for you) in his head he is thinking (this occurs to me as i am leaving) that i am a tree hugger and i want to save the planet and NOT to make my present look more presentable for no additional cost, i mutter a haha it’s a gift you know, he doesn’t hear it, i pay and stuff the present in its tiny plastic bag into my purse and he says in a total cunty tone OH WELL YOU’RE GOING TO HIDE IT THEN ANYWAY! like accusing me of being ashamed to carry a plastic bag instead of simply being lazy, he is like, beside himself with my audacity to ask for a paper bag and then accept the plastic one and “hide it” so i turn and it clicks in my head he is thinking i am a granola soap sliver saving boring poetry slamming typical customer so i say in a jokey tone of voice ha yeah i’m killing the planet yeah. but he heard it as YOU are killing the planet and as i am walking out the door now he SNAP SCREAMS after me IT’S BIODEGRADABLE YOU KNOW!

firstly, no, it isn’t, secondly IF it were it still causes harm to the environment, thirdly, why are you YELLING at a customer who just dropped thirty dollars on your whimsical shitty useless merchandise? FOURTHLY why didn’t it click in your head that i was buying a present for someone do you think i buy shit for myself like that daily? fifthly, why didn’t you offer to wrap it for me like the women do who work there, in that nice tissue paper that makes my heart sing and then i thank them in this total lesbo girl crush grateful voice afterward?

oh and then i told this story at the party and one dude ARGUED no corrected me, MY OWN STORY, that the shoppe guy was actually joking with me and i was wrong WTF! excuse me can’t you tell i am doing a bit here way to blow it some guy at a party with a kid who hates me!

that’s my story.

found another emo journal from 2001, living in brooklyn, mississauga, then maine.

a package from etienne came today.

cid is in an investigation.

while i’m at it, look the mountain of clothes is gone.

aw.

vanilla, so kids can smoke too!

wearing make-up cos i went down to the garbage room and realised i looked really fucking hideous without it.

cid, you could be a lot cooler, it’s time you took up smoking.

don’t give me that i am allergic to smoke bullshit.

etienne, your penmanship makes me feel like the biggest slob ever.

bye, thanks.