Oh brother.

And now I am going to try to continue blobbing this smattering of pics from the rest of last week/month. Oy. Ok lets get this fucking over with!

Lets shake on it.

My hair was a mess it was Mughnday I believe, two Mughndays ago post Burlesqender weekend, so that’s my hair for ya.

Fake BJ!

Bech had one of those egg frothy drinks, delicious but gets in the way of all the tacos I plan to eat so I let her have her weird sour egg peppered drink (right? wtf lol).

Seriously I don’t know why I even pretend like I am going to share beef cheek tacos with you, I need at the very least THREE. Chicken is my second fav but I cap it off at 3 tacos so I only eat a few pieces of fallen off taco chicken.

The spicy queso ones are meh, I can make that at home, just keep frying onions and peppers forever and eventually will add every single scotch bonnet hot sauce from the fridge so I’ll stick to the beef cheek.

A WEEK LATER IT WAS TIME FOR TACOS AGAIN.

I was like no stupid let me take one I can do it better with no flash.

See? And as the spanish would say “Jajajajajajjaja” that’s how they laugh on the internet in youtube vortex world. It makes me “haha” to go “jaja” in my mouth (in my head) thank you for understanding.

It looked a lot brighter on the display before I hit click. Can you guys get more lights in your restaurant just a few.

My narcissism is infecting Bechnique. GOOD. Was that a hot taco my dear?

This is killing me. I am trying to eat better and GE is closed Tuesdays why god WHYYYYY does everything always have to happen to meeeee?

Go for it dude.

Hi.

Big ups to the horse guy over there too.

No tacos left behind or guys hun-gray for some.

And now obviously I want nachos.

I collect my cheque cards, mostly I’ve gotten the scorpion (what are you trying to tell me?) but now I have a mermaid too. Maybe I can cash them in for a taco when I produce a stack of ten?

Then we dropped in at casa del funny farm for a costume change before going to the drake to meet the social media game players club for Nus’ going away thing thang.

Ta da. I have since done laundry and attempted shrinking my pants back in to shape/fitting my body.

We had a fun time. A girl who recognized me from Creeps watched us well, namely me, like I was a specimen. I could tell she thought I was “a cray” and then everything I was doing was then amplified from her perception of me, and she dug on my mom too. Rap-attacking to Beastie Boys in my raccoon sweater slob get-up didn’t help my case. Meh. We were so worried about freezin’ ass up there on the drake sky yard I wore layers and then was instantly sweating from the heat lamps. Awful toasty and good to know I can go there dressed skimpy next time and not look like I just left the babysitter’s club.

This is what having the time of your life looks like! You can see Mike’s twin brother.

Blahaha those glasses on me need an upgrade. Hi Shannon!

Oh please Kerry you wish.

Bye Michael, Hi Stephen.

Hi Mark. Bech’s arm needs its own twitter account.

This reminded me I have to blob our hip hop recording day. Don’t get me started on my phone pics. Avoiding.

Obvi photo winner and Jules trying to get in on that action. In due time my fleur.

Oh right and we dodged the apocalypse down in the bunker beneath the Bovine. Phewf.

Fixin’ the ladies.

My harem. They’re like my harajuku clique except zero per cent controllable.

Courtney and I have birthdays coming up. Faints.

That’s a good look and I like that three drinks are set up for the three bears.

And the slippers go on.

See my seat booster cushion? DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME OKAY!

Double laptop and post show adrenaline party celebration. It’s all over ahhh and I soonly finally become a more likeable person for a short awhile.

She totally tried to give that to me, left it here, then demanded it back next she came over. I didn’t even want it! Is it still here, did you take it back after all that? Classic.

Then this guy showed up.

Waiting for tacos. A delicate situation.

Waiting for wings. Waiting to exhale!

Waiting for brunch! My dad beatin’ it in there asap. This place rules, they all know us, like us, and know when to ignore us.

We need to talk.

Just kidding there is nothing left to say.

Yes we all know I really liked that one photo I took and there’s good news to report:

I took several.

And there was dirt on my face the whole time OR it was after wings and therefore, jerk sauce.

Much better quality.

I will refrain from my usual humourous observational restaurant banter this time. That over-sharing privilege is being revoked.

Because it’s baby num nums time. Yes I talk this way in real life, far fucking worse actually haheheheh. These wings are getting a time out though. I hate breaded wings. Why would you take baked jerk wings off and replace with breaded, why was some unsatisfied skinny person like HEY these could be so much more fattening you know, this is a pub after all, please roll these in batter. For me it’s the sauce that matters and the wing is a vessel, like how I will put Mados on salad just so I can taste Mados. So making my vessel taste worse by junking it up with added breading hurts my feelings. So here I come Lou Dawgs.

yay flickr is working again but now I have to go.

So you will have to wait til next time bye bye.

Right now life can be simplified in to two categories: EATING TACOS and WAITING TO EAT TACOS.

Effective! I want one right now.

Baahhahaha taco porn.

Then we said bye to Michael Nus. Lates guy see you in three months. What? I have friends in the city I don’t see for that long lol but any reason to party the minx will take.

I had a Mick Jagger costume change in between you betcha. Livin’ in between shit rules. Lots more of these pics later btw too.

Bech sent me another pic of me and Strombo for my Stromboner collection. I’ll keep him on my TO DO list for now haha.

Are you dopes trying to get me killed? ha.

My bicep work looks to be paying off. Ok colleague’s here gotta dash. I am wearing fake eylashes for my first time ever try not to stare at them too much. And these boots from bech’s designer whatever something friend but her big toe is too big she said and I said how do you have such a long toe are you an elf? SO I got them instead of the garbage.

Jules my adorablah little friend was oot and aboot. Remind me to link her blog it’s good and fresh.

ps. it’s apocalypse meow looking enough down here or what? Ron Sparks and I are enjoying a magic pony story time.

Greetings eataholics.

The Penny Packer is 4.50 and the Four Roses small (batch) is 6.50 teacher liked the cheaper one better, it’s a nice quality smooth tasting funny named whiskey (or bourbon?) I always have it on ice cos in case they suck, they get wetter and then it doesn’t matter. I remember whenI used to drink whiskey exclusively, those were some mighty hangovers.

They told me they don’t do take-out cos they only have tinfoil, but we all know the minx gets away with whatever the hell she needs to (and I had three to go last week VIPLEASE), so maybe bring your own tupperware or tinfoil (hats?) and then have tacos for lunch the next day. Tacos and burlesque are huge in the city of Toronto right now. I’m waffling on doing a dance at Cherry Cola Thursday night. I feel a bit rusty though.

The chicken tacos, I can’t remember their precise name I bet Corey Mintz’s review has it all down, I saw him last week there and was like Courtney we must blob it first. He’s a nice guy and I was a bumbling bafoon when we chatted (why do you make everyone so nervous? haha) I thanked him for making me look awesome regarding spicy food.

And for legitimizing me as a foodielite.

Guac and chips and the largest pork rind I’ve ever seen.

A glass of reisling each. 6 tacos, guac, and then two shots of whiskey came to 45, I tipped 20% so all in $54. Normally we spend the equivalent of a nice pair of shoes from Get Outside when we go out for dinner so I enjoy saving when poss. You will prob see me once a week in here until I turn in to a taco.

Such a wholly new room than what it once was as cafe taste. I still don’t know how to work the door though now THAT was embarrassing.

Everyone had their phones out in a line I wanted to bust them for not having the times of their lives but you can’t really tell.

HAha now you can.

Sitting at the bar is great, you, or I, end up trying to talk to everyone who passes by and is working and think everything has to do with you haha or if someone’s thinking of shit you (I) try to be helpful. They’re closed Tuesdays so sorry if this post makes you jones you’re going to have to wait til tomorrow.

Beef cheek. Delish.

Great whiskey/bourbon selection.

Hot babes everywhere. The pic quality reduces when you reverse it the magical way that iphone does.

I was self conscious about my hat and if girls were “judging me” I didn’t want to take it off cos my hair might have been funny and stick-uppy. If I left the house more often maybe I wouldn’t be so hyper self-conscious and turns out this table of hot girls were talking about me because they knew me or one guy at the table who was not a hot girl did. Ha. But that’s what hipsters do you to, make you bananas. I lifted my arm being expressive about some thing or other and said I bet four people just made fun of me for that.

If you’re a caddy regular then you’ll know who graces this cover of TIME. If you ain’t, can you guess who it might be?

It was a really short wait at the caddy this time. Same server I had waiting with Courtney last week for a table, I wonder if it annoys them when you just have an indecisive beer and dream about tacos.

I got rather in to this.

EVERY MOMENT MUST BE CAPTURED! Ghost town last night. Also my jacket has been found, button and all. Tanya is brilliant.

I’m letting my eyebrows come in thick and maybe dark, or should I tint them again? I have two days to decide.

Wore my pointy glass earrings that actually cut people if they squeeze hug me too tightly. Watch yourselves boys.

When people made fun of my big nose in school I used to go and stare at it in the mirror like this and think it wasn’t so huge after all. We watched a canadian short film about a girl with a big nose who could have had a nose job as a kid cos another big nosed chick did over summer break and it made me think how wildly different my life might have been if I had a small button nose.

I’d still have all this insane personality but I’d be hotter.

It’s only going to get bigger the more I age.

We’ll see. I like the ski slope and I don’t care that it arrives five minutes before the rest of my face does, it’s just the bulbous part, which can be cute too but when I smile it’s like HELLO a serious nose is here what’s up.

Or it’s the stock image for the definition of the word nose.

Maybe that’s why I never smiled, cos while at rest, the nose is less assuming.

There’s lots of these as it was the moment I learned the magic of this contraption, wondered if anyone else could tell what I was doing, glamour-pussing into a phone, seemed they didn’t. Life carried on as uje on a Monday Cadillac Lounge night. They must hate Grand Electric.

You’ve been great sports. Barely. Got an errand to do. Check ya’s in a bit, now I am staaaaarving. Sorry for living bye!