as we were leaving the steamwhistle this chick goes to wendi where are you going wendi says to the kooks the girl goes, the gooks? then we, pitt especially, explode in laughter that lasted five minutes.
ran into sonja, wendi bought me two drinks at a time, i think she was trying to have sex with me.
that guy and fil were wearing the same shirt, have the same hair too. ahha.
pitt as jock, wait, as? pfft.
sorry boys, taken.
oh man you shoulda seen the rejects, there was one where it looked like they were air-hugging, fil deleted it immediately.
hilary duff’s cheekbones got nothing on mine.
i got a big nose, thanks grade schoolers for the complex.
pitt challenges sundin
this is what happens when you get in the way of my shot, dillweed, also, when you have seen last of the mohicans too many times, yes i went there, natives.
so, the kooks, are very young, when the lights flash on theire faces you can basically see acne, kinda hard to take them seriously. they’re pretty good though, they have this synchronized move where they all walk backwards from the mic atthe same time, blown away, i guess they are the new NEW silverchair?
i’m pretty fucking pissed about fil not being allowed to bring his camera into the koolhaus, burn on the band for that one.
fil kept comparing the kooks to zeppelin, i did not think as much, well, mainly he said that when zeppelin started they were the same age the kooks are now, i just kept thinking that the kooks embody every single thing that the guy who turned us onto them thinks he is, and this guy is a complete fucking poseur.
i have not paid so little attention before at a show, not since the second time we saw the killers.
careful, white people dancing, you might lose an eye.
me: there’s a bunch of stupid ones just clinging to the fence
Phil: dont even type that
me: unsupervised im making a joke like i would ever do that
Phil: i know
me: i hate kids
Phil: me too
me: i just closed the door to drown out their noises
Phil: or cut off the smell
me: there’s one that looks like noel and he’s picking his nose right now staring at the condo
Phil: flip him off
me: dressed like a mini skater, albino white hair, kinda like my dad anyway i just noticed how easy it is and i wonder if any kids have been stolen before cos there’s that opening at both ends of the park and the one closest to us is wide open no teachers near it and it is making me nervous for the kids
Phil: im sure they are fine
me: yeah my caring window just closed
Phil: haha caring window
me: yeah im funny this guy from the nxne thing yesterday thought i was pretty funny cos i said i was a full time loser ie blogger and the other guy asked if you were my boyfriend
Phil: grrr
me: and i almost went into a tirade of do i look like someone who would be single
Phil: haha
me: do i appear to be someone who is emotionally balanced enough to not be co-dependent? thanks but i figured they were tired of me by that point
i have so many cramps right now it feels like my period was just yesterday, maybe cos last nite was sober nite my insides are screaming for booze. last nite was the first sober nite i think since my dad entered hospital. yeah.
i was really cunty on the way to the theatre all day long i hadn’t eaten so i was ragelor snapping thinking about food only and i said fuck it i’m caving and having mcdonald’s for dinner i don’t care but then fil convinced me to have a veggie dog which tasted like bland playdoh (looks like it too) and i had to smother it in condiments.
i was pissed off cos my mind had already been made up it had been established that my body was to receive delicious sugar grease and it accepted the fact that an hour later it would crash but no problem cos by then i would be knee-deep in popcorn and coke, anyway, i gave half my veggie dog to fil and forgot about it, until we got to varsity and they are doing construction on the escalators and i said oh great now i have to walk up some stairs to which fil found hilarious.
holy pre-menstrual mental illness.
if you haven’t caught on by now you can just skip this post it is going nowhere.
we sat in the vip room to watch the movie, we do that a lot, people tend to pass up those rooms thinking you need to be part of a club or have millions of dollars, who knows, it’s saved our asses many a time BONUS there are way less people to be annoyed by.
what else can i complain about oh uh?
we are going to this nxne thing tonite it’s a panel-thing with free beer and then we are seeing the kooks.
but i have to get ready to go now. maybe i will forgo showering today so that i can write on my blog more.
we just saw spiderman 3 it is fine ignore all the bad reviews it’s exactly what you would imagine it to be, only high-expectation single fat nerds were all poo-pooing it, it wasn’t magnificent or anything but yeah, passable.
AND i am total crazy pre-menstrual right now and i was not at all annoyed by it, sure i rolled my eyes a few times but mostly, no biggie, everyone can just shut up.
in other important news i just read the words CHICKEN AND BISCUITS and i am all travelocity.com right now booking a flight into la guardia and cabbing to church’s chicken stat, jamie i’ll be there in three hours.
speaking of munchies, queen’s park is still trashed from the little weed rally this past weekend, way to go “environmentally friendly” piece of shit waste of space hippies.
i dunno about you but when i get high, i do not like to mingle with annoying fuckfaces from sudbury and stand around in a park that is surrounded by cars whizzing by mega-fast, i would much rather LEAVE the city and stand near a lake and talk shit about annoying fuckfaces from sudbury hanging out in a park in the city.
just throwing that one out there.
oh yeah i bought the marie antoinette soundtrack, it’s good.
yeah, those pesky garden tools get me all steamed too.
ok, but how many teeth does he have?
um, this looks about equal to my kindergarden penmanship, sad? scary? either a little kid did it and was partying at this dive bar, or an adult with the mentality of an 8 year old was partying at this dive bar. which is worse?
yep.
about as eloquent and grammatically correct as the anonymous cow who stalks my blog and leaves nasty comments daily.
BARFULAR! why is the only metaphor for stepping out you can think of, baby-related? oh cos you have 5 of them at home and you’re out partying on a monday.
