where my kurt painting ended up.
this nite was awesome!
of fun to make shit finding
fil had the danforth pizza, it was meh. i asked what was on it, garbage collected from the streets of the danforth?
sunday internet sucks.
gill still has my flight attendant dress.
SURPRISE engagement party for samerin!
RIP aladdin slippers, also i had to take a shortcut home to ditch those chicks so they wouldn’t know where i lived, heh wink.
that is the jugo juice story.
we partied to the clock radio, it was good.
Horse loves you when you move with him People hate you when you’re changing
time flies when you’re an idiot.
i’m such a lightweight sensitive drunk now these nerds dancing made me weep.
free party is the best party.
chuck norris hangover
my troll collection, i think i should have spent more time collecting friends, or better clothes back then.
when i cracked that it sounded like a gunshot, it startled the entire room.
watch out jerry lee i got your number, oh wait are you dead already? ok i just checked wikipedia, you are living on a ranch with your family right now. we’re cool.
the indiesssssssssss
there is a special place in hell reserved for homophobes.
so over shows.
i know what you’re doing!
no one ever played 20 questions with me before, so i was like WHAT DAY OF THE WEEK ARE YOU, IF YOU WERE A COLOUR WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?
this update is brought to you by garbage.
book transcript. being published this summer fyi.
limited dance moves in this limited space dudes.
oh and don’t go through beer caps if you’re on a no beer diet, you will salivate like mental.
this weirds me out too don’t worry. wait til cid shows up though. man, that was a long winter.
old chicks are the rudest people ever, sorry for existing and reminding you of your old wrinkled faces.
fil said he is sad because i wanted to move date nite to friday, so i made him a painting.
and then i got really mad at this pencil
this goes against everything i believe in
when is cool too much? when you have five gold spray painted cassettes on your necklace? maybe?
oh i made up a song last nite called DUBIOUS FIL and you sing it every time fil disagrees with you, which is every time you open your mouth.
and sigh to myself like the saddest poem you ever heard
i’ll have to make this a two-parter i got ‘tings to do now k bye.
