yesterday driving up university fil made a light and up ahead another one just blinked green so he guns it and like 6 jocks and a few slutty chicks probably from the states are crossing the street when they shouldn’t have been so fil brakes it and my feet are all clenched cos i’m picturing all of their legs being mangled and we are stopped maybe fifteen feet in the intersection and one of these jock guys SPITS ON FIL’S CAR and calls him crazy then he comes around my side and i have one hand on the buckle going to get out and kill this guy type thing (wine rage) and at the same time i’m opening the window and once we make eye contact he’s all what the.. dur duh duh and one guy in the background is saying to him DUDE IT WAS A GREEN LIGHT! and this is my cue to cut them all off and proclaim (get ready for caps lock dudes!)
YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FAGGOT!!11!!
and then fil guns it and we take off into the night
and we high-fived
i was so close to getting out and punching that guy and fil said he’d have to fight five guys if i did but i said no technically it would be the girls coming in to have that guy’s back cos he couldn’t put his hands on me and the guys couldn’t do anything and you are in the driver’s seat and everyone behind us in their cars have our back and those girls were wearing stupid strappy high heeled white sandals i could so take them all
funny i was wearing black fishnets and boots and a mini slutty jean skirt so it would definitely be one of those hot girl fights
but still i had the adrenaline i will fucking destroy you rage and that guy was smaller than me so all this taken into account i was so totally BRING IT
i haven’t been that angry in a long time, like, justifiably angry.
we saw that poseidon movie yesterday and it is non-stop stressful, and good. pretty gory too.
before that i heard a woman get hit by an suv that was making a left-hand turn, she just got out of a starbuck’s and i guess was j-walking and then there’s this big commotion around her and coffee is splattered all over the road and she’s white as a ghost screaming AHH HELP ME HELP ME and her leg, which i will never ever EVER forget, her right leg below her knee was sticking out perpendicular to her body like it was a fake leg and she was in the process of putting it on properly, i couldn’t believe it i still can’t.
as bad as it is to stand around making a spectacle of people and their injuries it’s ok to catch a glimpse i think just to remind ourselves that we aren’t superhuman and invincible to danger and accidents.
i just manically cleaned the bathroom because today i am polish. then i am going to wash the duvet and sheets and pillow covers. i have accomplished many things today like brushing and whitening my teeth and posting ten times on my blog and making a fort for the cat out of the comforter and i made myself a double espresso and couscous lentil curry soup.
yesterday i told fil to fuck off cos he said i should have done the laundry earlier, see, SEXIST! then we walked separately in the rain to the movie theatre and i sent him five mean voicemails being all OMG WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!? then i saw him first outside the theatre but pretended i didn’t cos i am a spy and then he walked over to me on his fone and i was all like super casual, “hey” it was pretty decent of me.
back to being polish the first day i met agatha she was wearing a kercheif on her head and i am all WHAT ARE YOU A POLISH CLEANING LADY? and then i said a racist polish joke, racist, i meant _funny_ polish joke and turns out she IS polish.
then i’m all in a corner being like, so, you understand this joke then right?
later on that nite once everyone was wasted tamara was all over my boydate and i screamed at her IF YOU’RE A DYKE WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING ACT LIKE IT!? that was a very good first impression i made and then we left.
so the MRI was easy except for my laying down position was not exactly comfortable, i scrunched my neck up kinda and so i stayed that way for twenty minutes with all these crazy noises going off at my head and at one point i thought i had accidentally hit the panic button but no i had not it was just the machine doing it’s thing. i think i even fell asleep. i showed up drunk. the nurse was kind of bitchy. i could see her eating a sandwich and drinking juice through that mirror above my eyes. telescope mirror.
i am boring.
i have not stayed over once at my new place in toronto yet.
i think i will tomorrow.
there’s a show at the drake that is suppose to be good. a band called mommy and daddy from new york. go to it.
the sole of my old man shoe of the right foot is partially loose and has been that way for a long time and i have yet to do anything about it other than collecting cat hairs and cobwebs and dust fluffs and by the time i leave the apartment to go outside there is a gigantic sculpture of crap sticking out of the front of my shoe and it’s the closest thing to vacuuming the place ever receives.
ps. i just burned part of my forehead with the hair iron and it feels GREAT!