that’s my morning hotness

here me and jen in video form make moustaches out of my hair, i am a dirty perv truck driver and she is a japanese servant or something i dunno. we were playing with my bouncy ball before that and throwing it at each other’s stomaches, whipping more-like, it was like sucky girl jackass. fun.

i sliced my finger yesterday it fucking hurts to type.

oh yeah also if you care to acknowledge the background music in the video – it is perfect background moustache music.

that is all.

take THAT store-bought fake moustache poseurs!

we played with this hair clipping i had tied in a ponytail elastic and made it a moustache and armpit hair and other stuff and i think i am going to ebay it, it’s a tuft of blond hair when i gave myself bangs. the pictures are pretty funny as well the video.

so i’m not registered to vote, all my blogging about those people coming by to ask if i was registered and me cleverly turning them away, what a moron am i. so i cannot vote today. fil drove to burbsvegas to vote in his riding. raymi walked to the bathroom and shaved her vagina.

we went to ikea yesterday to get a rug but nothing was good enough for us so we got nothing. we did however eat the ikea food which was not as good as some people told me it was. if you go there before eleven you can get the dollar breakfast also there’s a shuttle that will deliver you to and from kipling station. i was going to get on it and see if i could beat fil to kipling but then he says ok and you can also just take the subway from kipling and i’ll see you at home. FUCK THAT.

so i didn’t go to my nana’s party because i spent too much time on the internet. my mum told everyone that she has a huge following on my blog, my brother put me on speakerphone and i rectified that rumor for everyone in attendance.

we had drinks with matt goon, jenny and bern last nite oh yeah i said that already, we took turns making fun of each other and i found out that i have a big head, who knew. jen said my leg warmers were out of style. maybe i will wear them again today to drive that point home a bit more. maybe i will get some head warmers also and neck warmers and arm warmers and torso warmers, yeah.

we saw the matador last nite before meeting up with MJ and it is easily the best movie of 2005 despite having saw’re it in 2006, though imdb says it is a 2005 movie. anyway, fucking see it.

pierce brosnan is a hitman who is on the cusp of a nervous breakdown and is a major drunk *swoon* and he hooks up with that artist guy from as good as it gets in new mexico and they become friends blargh blah bleh, perfect comedy duo.

after the movie fil and i pretended to be hitman spies making our way to matt’s hotel, we rode in separate subway cars and were careful not to make eye contact and i tied my shoe to create a diversion, we made eye signals through our reflections in the window of the subway cars, fil looked at his watch a lot and our mission was to make it to the hotel in 6 1/2 minutes, which we failed.

now i really regret not introducing myself to kiefer when i saw him playing pool at the horseshoe. fuck! think of all the drunk things i could have said! argh.

“Sit down and take a look,” he slurred. “It says ‘I trust you to kill me’. It’s the name of Rocco’s new album. To me that also means ‘F**k you’ – there’s a lot of disrespect bound up in it.”