Weird shit at 9 o’clock. Check it, man in the overalls.

If I don’t see you my owl will. YES O’RLY!

Welcome to the it looks like I only wear two t-shirts ever blog! When you capture an entire day in one outfit, that happens.

He’s like, serenity now. Ha. We drive each other insane.

Drug feathers.

Giddy-uppa. Teacher’s second was boozier.

Love it.

A little AC/DC does it yeah.

Nice sunny day.

Ugh I hate curly hair on me, like poodles. Pewdles.

Taking photos to text Ren to illustrate where on my arm it was going.

Yo chillax impending doom.

We all looked like shrunken kids on this low/tall couch i love that shit, very Marie Antoinette.

Then we went to Mildred’s. Again. We are stalking her. Having a restaurant entity (persona is gauche) talk to you is funny. HIVE MINDS. Nice purse Tarek.

Back to Gladstone brunch. Bit underwhelmed. But trying to eat like less of a pig.

This is Bechnique, the snake skinner garbage truck death defier. Holla!

Last seats in the house and pretty spectacular. We were a spectacle. Saw a woman wipe out cutting through kitchen, oh embarrassing. We talked to everyone who filled up their bottles, everyone complimented my shirt it was not the aloof duck out dining experience had planned for.

Kitchen seats.

Ordered the roast chicken biryani to share.

And nachos. Pigs.

Spying on our place from hers. Neato.

I do love their presentation. There’s beans beneath this and salsa, and cheese. Did you see the Foodie episode of Simpsons last night? Hilarious. Made fun of bloggers and foodies. Hahassholes. Lots Raymism type humour. “Communal sitting with hipsters” and METHtaurant.

Little Lord Fantleroy joke for the eight millionth time. It’s ok to rip yourself off.

Lols? Yikes? if you put it in the news does it make it real?

Now this, is darling.

He got mad at me for asking him to move his head but then I got that cute chick hardcore blinking so it was worth tolerating.

Isn’t this so Swiss Chalet-y? High-end Yuletide. Absolutely Delish. Now I want to watch PeeWee’s Christmas. I have a long list if Chrismas films we have to watch. I am the Rainman of Christmas.

The Chorizo Nachos. YUM.

And grilled calamari. Thai coconutty flavour. So good.

Obscene gobs of guac, sour cream (thick), salsa, scallions, wonton chips. We died.

It was a massacre. I think the chef has a crush on me, I think that about everyone though, I am gregarious and people gravitate toward me. He chatted us up, see, I am irresistible. I was Suicidal Saturday (mumble mouth) so it was an excellent conversation I have no recollection of. Party on Wayne! I will get in trouble if I said I am kind of Ryan Gosling in that crazy stupid love movie (or could be) so, there. lol. #ducks. It’s going in the Minx book. I’m a businesswoman ok, I have agendas.

Excellent looking plate there. Yuletide as they knew my secret massive christmas penchant.

See I was a slob. I attempted curly hair and I turned into a gina.

And then I got trapped in a conversation about reverse osmosis water versus still or flat? If you’re not eating then you can tell the difference but why would you go to a restaurant to just drink water? We were on snark mach ten from DTD we had a lot of fun sitting there. Doesn’t it look like we are at a ski resort ikea cafeteria in the future? Now I want to watch The Island.

Hot pepper Mojito (gets you ALIVE) and a Kraken, why they smash the hell out of the umbrellas I think it’s to be post modern anti-tacky. This isn’t Muriel’s Wedding.

I live in the Emerald City. La La La reality sucks.

Let’s do this.

Alice in wonderland cozy little nook over there. Trippy.

Coupla these guys too no biggie.

Loving it more and more.

Oh hi welcome back.

Love xmas shopping. I want to move to whoville. Guess what songs I’m including for our xmas burlesque showcase!?!??!?! Mr. Grinch, the opening of national lampoon’s xmas vacation. No more spoilers.

She’s the one we call my friend. She loves me we are gay best friends and she jumps on my chest at night and sleeps in my face and we think is part retarded cos she jumps in the shower too, sink FULL OF WATER and other dumb stuff. Half her tail is missing she is kind of dwarfed like a flopsy bunny. See how gay I am?

Nice one Ren.

To dinner.

Only once we clean up this dump do we get rewarded with more junk. That is my policy on clutter and frivolous spending.

Zombies.

Emotistic.

Oh my god how many more months of this weather? I need a Steve Zissou miracle.

This is some Sarah Connor level ish now.

This cat rules.

BYE MANIC MONDAY!

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