unfortunately this photo does not properly capture the magic of my limbo.

errg i wish these were better quality, anyway, natural on the mic all i gotta say.

oops who put that there? itchy stitches i keep forgetting they’re there and go to town on my cyst scratching away then am all oh yeah, anyway, two weeks wait for results, i’m not worried so don’t worry, i just hope this thing doesn’t get infected from my own stupidity.

this beavis keychain is a relic he’s been around since i was 13, 14? i was cooler than you.

coug jungle party, went to sharkey’s with my dad and bro and man have they ever gotten a raw deal with that new location eh, serves ‘em right i say. their closing party many years ago turned fil and i away and fil yelled in the monkey bouncer’s face they would never get our business ever again then we marched back over the bridge to our regular pub, fil was fully steamed. who does that, yeah i know you can’t tell one customer from the next but still, many years patronage then a slap in the face like that fuck you and your exclusive douche party your new restaurant looks like the keg, same shit, same shitty waitresses all in black wearing more makeup than me, stepford wives in training and aging sausage trench coat party at the bar, b-o-r-i-n-g.

there was an annoying blabbermouth wino sitting behind us too and i wrote about that in the comment card that came with the bill, chill ok i gave the waitress a shining review.

i got busted with my camera out i wonder if that made the dermatologist paranoid like, why is some chick taking pictures of her cyst, legal purposes? jokes on you brah, it’s for my shitty blog.

omg go away nerds.

so kevin smith has been here for the last 4 days (?) circle-jerking with his fans to his movies, why?

we walked on the same side of the street once i took these so i could eyeball everyone, yes i am the rain who has come to your parade. sorry guys, clerks, NOT FUNNY. it’s a movie for dumb people to feel intellectual by. here i don’t have the patience right now to go tooling through my archives to find the ultimate reason why i do not like kevin smith, it’s like how the rest of the country hates toronto but doesn’t know why (geniuses) they just DO, akin to that except i have reasons on top of JUST DO. say i wrote a movie and then made every single character in that movie EXACTLY LIKE MY BIG FAT PRETENTIOUS MOUTHED SELF i could pretty much rely on every single kevin smith fan to love it.

moving on, i bought fil a new camera strap for his microwave no camera duh, finally, and i already blew the secret anyway it’s for valentine’s day. he needed a new one cos his other one has canon all over it and it looks nerdy. the kid who “helped” me at henry’s had the personality of a lobotomized teenager trolling myspace, my dad cracked some dad jokes and the kid was not for it. the cashier girl was super nice to me and said he never shows emotion i said well that must be really fun for you and maybe he should work on that. she gave me a student discount and complimented my jacket.

hey dudes how’s it goin’?

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