we finally tried burrito fresh on bloor (across from the ROM pretty much, above that breakfast joint, same ownership i think)(that entire strip near avenue needs more restaurants) and loved it.

two brews and two massive chicken burritos for 26 bucks, before tipping, self serve too so you can eat and get the f outta there stat. for some reason sitting around after mexican is a bad idea, i need to run away and X-out the experience entirely lest my ass a’splode.

hey seth rogen i have a new movie plot for you: dude eats burrito, loves it, builds a time machine to go back in time and eat it again. right up our alley!

fil went on a hot sauce tour of the bottles on the table.

relax man.

my brother just called me (it’s his actual birthday today) cos he told his daughter (my niece, BINSK) that i (i know i said i would never talk about this again on my blog) met that dude from that movie based on that book that 9-40 year old chicks are insane for right now – her eyes bugged out of her head and she was silent for 45 seconds then demanded he call me. she was practically crying on the phone saying that’s so mean that’s so mean in the background (jealous) awww. i had to censor the story a bit (a lot) she said she is going to tell all of her friends at school now. my brother said ok use papa’s phone for that.

cid attacks me. fuh-kur.

cid thinks he’s better than me video feat. me. he yawns at the very end. thrilling.

cuckoobreath

man steph‘s couch better fit through the door or we’re fucked. now we just have the two leather chairs in the middle of this open space, officially that old couple with separate everythings cos we can’t stand each other haha.

stop emailing me.

stop commenting on my blog.

i do not CARE about your precious rob pattinson, a nobody regular dude who got lucky in landing a role playing a vampire out of a cult-followed book.

i do not have an STD because i encountered him in a bar.

i blogged about the experience because i knew it would receive a reaction, i was right, you are making yourselves out to look severely stupid and crazy.

allow me to repeat myself. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT HIM OR TWILIGHT I WILL NEVER EVER TALK ABOUT HIM OR THE MOVIE EVER FUCKING AGAIN ON MY “BIG DEAL CANADIAN BLOG” THAT YOU NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE BECAUSE YOU ARE HEADS UP YOUR ASSES OBSESSED WITH STUPID THINGS LIKE VAMPIRE MOVIES I LIKED THE FIRST TIME AROUND WHEN IT WAS CALLED THE LOST BOYS.

i am not a whore because i had the privilege of spotting your vampire god and you, didn’t. that’s the issue here, you’re jealous and you have absolutely no reason to be, it was not an epic experiece, i was wasted and didn’t care and he was amused by that. you’d be crushed if you met him and he dismissed you, we chugged on cos we didn’t care and he knew it. (i actually was way more impressed and starstruck when talking to feist. i experienced ZERO starstruck feelings when meeting rob, sorry) i held back a lot in my anecdote about him actually and in fact, if i hadn’t of written about it you wouldn’t have one more thing to obsess over. maybe i should have saved you the mental anguish.

in summation, leave me the fucking hell alone.

ps. keira is likely going to get a nice little sum for the picture she took. HA ha.

oh and thanks for the traffic my hits are through the roof today. how ironic is it that the post entitled ALL THE SINGLE CRAZIES is the one you are freaking the hell out over, google-search quoting repetitively, and harassing me about.

GET BOYFRIENDS FAST AND DON’T TELL THEM YOU LIKE TWILIGHT.

you are the reason the poor guy didn’t leave his hotel for 3 weeks.