Saturday, November 01, 2008
i need to get a tan.
me and buffy sainte-marie, no biggie. remember this random post on how we look alike?
incredibly epic fucking time, the stories we were told oh man, i don't even know where to begin. richie was buds with kerouac and told us some ditties about that and ten million other things about every cool person and thing you ever wanted to know about the 60's and on it was like talking to a wizard and guess what, dude really likes us, didn't blow it or anything!
and then later on that evening we met up with garth.
a blondie jam came on and i ripped it up.
ps fil's photo was used for the matthew good live at massey hall album cover.
Friday, October 31, 2008
here is the story of how we met as told to lia via gchat (easier this way)
Lia: u didnt meet in oakville though, right?
me: we did
Lia: aww cute - gimme the story
me: my mom was dating this guy who lived beside fils moms house
one day she and i go for a walk and bump into fils stepdad
and im looking super hot
then fil shows up on his motorcycle, also looking super hot
we eyed each other up
i go to the local pub with fils stepdad and my mom
fil's ex is there who is calling him nonstop to show up cos im there, she fell in love with me too
then he shows up
im still technically dating this coke dealer
but had broken up with him that day basically
he showed up with a note that i read to the entire bar cos it had tons of spelling mistakes in it
fil shows up we drink i have plans to go to toronto, but before i left i open mouth kissed him on the mouth and slipped him the tongue
didnt see him for two more weeks cos of other drama
then we went on a date to a play
we held hands
Lia: holy fuck best story EVER
me: i was constantly trying to fuck him but he wouldnt cos he was weary of my past and ex
i finally broke him down
he told me he couldnt be my bf
so it made me crazy
i said we cannot be friends then cos i want u so badly
so i started hanging around younger dudes who were crazy about me, laying jealousy traps
then we chose halloween as our anniversary
all the crazy courting hanging out took place over a summer
it was tough work man
Phil: cool story hansel
me: do u have anything to add to it
like what were you doing at yer apt while we waited for you at the pub
were you pacing like ross
staring at the pub out of your window?
Phil: hahaha no
me: yeah right
were u practicing your moves
Phil: but i think afterward i read half of your archives
then you were like what a slut this is so ON
Phil: haha totally
me: you thought we were gonna do it that nite and then i fucked off to toronto BURN
Phil: oh and when i met you i thought you had an accent
me: no that was slurring
Phil: no no i didnt think we were going to do anything
me: wtf did u think that
u told me u thought u were gonna get some that nite
Phil: oh i dunno
i was dazed
Phil: also, change the wording of your story
i didnt want to have sex because you still had a bf
me: im adding this to the bottom of the post
Phil: you hadn't broken up
me: well yeah that day i had told him it was over which is why he wrote me a stupid letter
Phil: even still you guys were still a couple
remember you two came over
then he fucked off
me: technically that day, until i told him it was over, then it was just a weaning him off of me process
Phil: you were still a couple then
yes well i am a dude of honour
me: no we weren't i was letting him think it was so
Phil: and if you are not broken up officially then...
me: nothing else to add?
other than this boring technicality shit, that asshole didn't deserve any honour whatsoever
he had a gf on the side for the majority of our relationship
Phil: no, i don't care about him... i care about me, and my obviously impossible standards of honour
ok final chance to add something romantic to that afternoon
Phil: seriously though i thought you had an accent
i met up with matt later (before the pub) and told him i met a super hot chick with an accent
i thought maybe you were an exchange student
and then when we hung out later on and i didnt have an accent did you say something to me about it
Phil: dont think so
me: i swear i was not faking an accent, ive learned my lesson about that
this is the skirt i was wearing when i met fil
and i think i was wearing this tank with it
or might have been this black one
and here we are on one of our first dates at santa cruz
hi happy anniversary i made you this (try squinting and backing away from screen, also look up close at all the little pix):
Thursday, October 30, 2008
fil and i are going to do anniversary dinner tonite a day early WHERE SHOULD WE GO? is sassafraz crap? neither of us have been before is the hype even worth it? maybe for comedy's sake it is. spying on show boaters is one of my favourite hobbies. the c5 prix fixe dinner menu does not excite me, for main your choice is pizza or pasta and i'm trying to wean myself from carbs again (even though i made love to some sweet lulu last nite and fil's leftovers for most of today) so pasta bread is a no no. i'm also paranoid the portions will be tiny modernist size, like uh thanks for the handful of lettuce and that one oyster. guh. buh. fuh. muh?
i just tried on my slutty nun costume with wig and there is no way i am ever wearing it again so who wants a nun costume? pfft "again" i never even wore it out period!
oh that picture of me up there reading reminds me of this one a bit, i believe i am 17 here and this was at the italian bar/cafe in streetsville i used to go to during my spares to drink then not bother going back to school (i know!)(and they served me!)(how pretentious!) and oh whatever everyone else was going to class on acid. i would be one of the only customers and i'd drink specialty coffees, then come back later at nite with buds and sometimes have difficulty getting in, until they recognized me more as the loner girl who wrote in her journal in a booth. oh man the myspace jokes just write themselves don't they?
1. the old guy screaming woke me up this morning after fil went to work and he just fired it up again, i was about to scream at his door but fil called, he got lucky.
2. someone at the end of the hall used the garbage chute last nite at 12.30 fucking scoundrel, wait til i'm naked and can't run after you. he too got lucky.
3. the bad kids are in the park right now and i am coincidentally googling crossbows.
4. that ISN'T a coincidence.
5. remind me to call the city about the little building in that park, someone unlocked the door somehow and the kids enjoy slamming it over and over and over again and probably touch each other when they go inside and i bet come snow time it will be hobo haven. they're thinking of turning it into a dog park. what is more annoying: children screaming when i'm hungover OR dogs barking when i'm hungover? thanks to these twerps i am looking forward to sub zero temperatures. not so fun hanging around a park then eh?
can i hire this girl after school you think?
also you know when you're in a funk and decide to treat yourself to some shitty television programming as a gift to comfort your sad little self - why come it makes you feel ten times worse WITHOUT FAIL? like saved by the bell the new class ugh. i'm waiting for full house to come on to save me from this crap. ok TMI. ok wait i feel better than these actors right now actually. yesterday though, this made me down right sour. can you tell i am procrastinating from putting together a dinner outfit?
ok i super hate this Natalia Cigliuti chick for some reason she is making me wicked incensed, i think it's because her hair is tucked behind each ear and she has bobby pins on top of that and her hair is mid-length and she's just way too physical with all that fucking hair and head shaking and earnest facial expressions. also seeing as each character is meant to somewhat replace the previous cast, this chick just doesn't compare to kelly kapowski at all. don't pretend this shit doesn't bug you too.
ok right now they're all getting in shit from mr. belding about custom designed nikes (as air screech), he says it's illegal. dude! too bad mr. belding didn't have the foresight to get himself a crystal ball, moron.
i can't even promise that i will never blog about this show again.
oh man this episode of FH is tops.