bye sharpie we’ll miss you! don’t forget to watch survivor! o lay o lay oh lay oh lay oh lay o. that’s the survivor theme music.
fil and i are going to eat at the best restaurant in the entire universe. martin is coming to town to have lunch with val and it made me think HEY I COULD GO AND HAVE LUNCH SOMEWHERE! having lunch in a restaurant is something civilised adults do. i’m an adult who is partly civilised and i could go for a really nice sandwich about now. i scoured toronto.com for the best restaurant and i will tell you which one i chose later because i don’t want a million people showing up to watch me put all the food in the world into my mouth.
we’re not sure if martin will end up hanging out with us which we are trying not to take too personally like dude hasn’t even seen our place yet!
someone emailed me to tell me that it wasn’t cool that i wrote about that guy who called me at 5 in the morning to ask about dumb shit and i speculated he was coked-out, first of all, calling me on a week nite at 5 in the fucking morning is asking to be shit-talked on my blog, no matter how close of friends we are ok, like fuck, i talk shit about my mom secondly, anonymously emailing me on behalf of someone and saying the words NOT COOL and being somewhat threatening? how about dude calls me himself at a reasonable hour to discuss it. lastly, good thing i used a fake fucking name you tool!
raymi thats really not cool writing about “adan” having a coke party considering alot of people down town read this (including me). i’ve already heard people talking about how they heard that on your
website so i went to check it out.(ya obviously no one has a life) i’m sure if you did the same thing you wouldn’t want a bunch of people who had no clue finding out!! expecially people that you see all the time. sal
phil: who the fuck is sal?
raymi: no idea.
phil: thanks sal, you fucking genius, good thing i used a FAKE FUCKING NAME you fucking moronic dick.
raymi: the only way adan’s story got out is if adan bragged to the town that he is known as adan on my blog, got it?
sorry for being bitchy about it, just well, ok i’m not sorry.
last nite jacob tried to recite me his poetry and i said NO I FUCKING HATE POETRY THERE IS NO PLACE FOR IT and he’s all that’s cool cos you can be hating it the entire time i say it so he starts to say it and i said NO NO NO SHUT UP IT’S BORING STOP STOP. hey man thanks for “watching” my beers for me when i went out for a smoke and when i say watch, i mean THANK YOU FOR LEAVING WITH MY FUCKING BEERS YOU ASSHOLE!
and all that pretentious shit you said about the beatniks and pretty much everything you said was full of shit.
February 3, 2006
there’s just too many things to say about these. seriously. what in the fuck happened? notice how i get uglier and manlier as i age? do you like how i have a california tan in most of them? and the denim one, uh hello body, where are you? that’s the one and only time i ever had my ears pierced. ps. we never owned a crimper, the nite before i slept with my hair in a million braids. i also preferred to wear my bangs up in a hairspray-hardened swoop on my head for years! the one where i look mostly mannish, the green crochet vest, i am wearing black thigh high stockings with a short plaid skirt, what a whore. i look like an extra on 7th heaven.
you looked sexy even though you were having a seizure. it was in the hair care section at the Vancouver walgreens. i was the guy in the blue shirt holding your legs while that old man put his wallet in your mouth. let’s get together when you’re feeling less woozy
make your oscar predictions. i’ve barely seen these fuckin’ movies but still i know that all of my guesses are spot on.
