oh and my new favorite thing is walking around saying Beep Beep Beep beep beep beep beep beep BeeP BEEP beep BeEp Beep bEEP beep beepbeepbeep over and over.
Friday, September 02, 2005
we saw red eye last nite. it was pretty shitty. the girl fucking drinks the water from the faucet in the airplane bathroom. uhhh?! there was a bunch of little kids in the theatre with their parents although it was a nine o'clock show and a thriller with blood and death and swear words. they kept chattering too. this is why i hate going to the theatre and would take the drive-in over it any day.
when i was at the mall i couldn't be there for longer than an hour cos my nerves get all shot and my temper goes whacko and if a kid starts screaming i feel like i am going to have a nervous breakdown.
anyway, happy long weekend everybody.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
fil and i have a wedding to go to on the weekend so i went out and bought the most not appropriate wedding going dress i could find. not that it is scandalous or anything, it's just, dumpy the way of 1977 teenage babysitter and is not anywhere near the neighborhood of fancy. so i guess that makes it perfect.
so then i went on a spending all of my money in ten minutes spree on clothes. i haven't bought clothes for myself in eons, not including the cheap wife beater i buy monthly that shrinks up to nothing that i never ever wash and then leave at my apartment in toronto which i never go to.
i got new jeans. yay. oh and a new purse so if anyone wants to buy that furry ragamuffin purse that i am always toting in photos for sentimental reasons let me know. i may even leave a bunch of junk inside of it. ok i WILL leave a bunch of junk inside of it. you like canadian nickels and busted eyeliner pencils right?
yesterday i brought home the most orgasmic butter chicken in the entire universe and called fil to tell him not to eat dinner so he says fine ok i won't. when i finally taste test it myself with aimee it was all we could do not to pour the shit all over ourselves and foam at the mouth so i called fil again and was like DOOOOOD you get your ass here STAT otherwise we're going to eat this entire thing.
that butter chicken was so good i wish i was eating it right now.
so then we go to the watering hole and get our drink on and aimee is chatting up some guy about some work and i am sitting at the megatouch machine and aimee is talking me up like this genius of a bitchgirl something or other and because of that i start carving into this sod as a way to get him to not like me but no the complete opposite happens and aimee is pissed cos it happens everytime. why is that? i mean fuck, men are retarded. i was seriously being an asshole.
ok so we leave fil and me and we rent sin city and try to get into it and it's not so bad when you're completely trashed as is was me though i'm certain it's a lot better when you're able to concentrate on the storyline for more than three consecutive minutes at a time.
i started thinking about that butter chicken again and my stomache went psycho and there was nothing salty to eat, there was only this lemon cake bread thing so i ate some of that but i was really thinking about onion dip and chips, the bane of my existance.
anyway i went to bed thinking that the second i wake up i'm going to buy some of that onion dip.
and that's what i call a cool story.
Sent : September 1, 2005 2:16:44 AM
Subject : we were meant to be yes we were
I have a fancy email gadget that lets me
drunkmail people I don't know while hammered in the back iof a cab on the way
home.yes I'm cool
I am skinny and tall and your twin. I read you blog and ran scrweaming for
reasons obvius to you by osmosis alone. Yes they are.
Don't tell anyone its a secret. I think the cabie knows thoug because I have to
say the words else I focault them up on this little keyboard.
Tonight at the bar a yuppy girl was all 'po-mo this and I'm so smart' I went
like : dude deconstruct this cock in your ear" she didn't get it and then I
barfed and the bouncers politely draged me out the end
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
the cd drive for my laptop opens whenever the hell it wants to and it makes me psychotically angry and insane so much that i make my hands into fists and leave the room for five minutes so my eyes don't explode out of my head and my hair sets on rage fire.
when we're uploading cds to itunes the cd will almost be done and then click it opens and you have to start all over and fil has a hissy fit and i try and be all cool about it but then i go into the bedroom and furiously pick at my body and rip out my hair.
if this cd tray opens one more time i am going to cry like a little girl.
had three pretty fucked up dreams in a row, i was in china or something and i couldn't walk properly at this hoity toity party and i kept making everyone spill their drinks in their laps and this dog was attacking me and these snotty rich kids were suppose to drive me to the airport but instead of listening to me they were making fun of me and my outfit.
mary-kate and ashley olsen are going to be at muchmusic today. swooooooon! i totally wanted to go but no one else did. they air it at 6. can't. wait. so gay i know but whatever. it's less gay than paris hilton being there.
i've been watching a ton of shitty movies lately, little black book being one starring brittany murphy. i use to be all about her quirks and retarded laughing but now it's just like what the fuck? second was raise your voice, hillary duff. awful, just awful. just because certain movies are free on VOD doesn't mean you should watch them. then there's new york minute and as cheesy as it is i still love it so shut up. i also watched a mandy moore movie not too long ago but i don't remember the name. she had a bad haircut and an addiction to christmas booze chocolates and her friend gets knocked up. feh.
Monday, August 29, 2005
i am in no way proud of any of this, it was friday night and fights are stupid, you can punch the guy 10 times but you still get corked once. it hurts your mouth and anyway i punched the guy a lot of times but got punched much more than this. it happened so late on friday with my best friend since we were 3, whiskey + various drugs consumed and a dying party. i think he kicked my guitar in the back and i suppose i would have punched him in the neck, that's how it would have started. it happened on a place called the stoop which is really just a stairway leading to a house. we went toe to toe for a while but i wound up on a the lower stair and literally saw total white flashes, also i'm kinda small and he's pretty fat. and taller. we made another drink after and there was some commotion so i hid the blood away in my hat and hair because my sister couldn't look - she sees blood then faints, but we all had a good laugh about it. the next day my nose was sort of crooked.
okay a phone call w/ joe just verifies that he did kick my guitar and it was because i turned the doors off - we were gettin yappy after that and we talked about fighting but apparently i just shot the shit normally until my smoke was done and then turned on him, snakey-like. that's not good. i didn't even see my guitar through all this, i just remember a friend telling me that she got kicked and was broken. i was distraught.