I had a fun week. This calls for a PHOTO JOURNAL!
Wednesday I did all the stuff I said I was gonna do in my last entry...golfed super early in the morning (shot a stellar 16 on the first hole...11 over par, bitches!), changed my brake lights, then went shopping with Sam. Ate a steak with my mom that was prolly the size of Bailey, if we were to BBQ him...fuckin' huge and I was fat for days...and then we went to G-rock and Sam pranced for the members, who bought us delicious cabernet sauvignon and let us watch the poker game...
...after which there was some drama that I don't want to really get into...it's not a big deal, but it did make me realize that even though I do love this chick, she's not someone I will have as a roommate. I'm just not slutty enough for that. Sorry to burst any bubbles...
The drama passed, and then we went to VG's:
and...
and...
...followed by some different (cheaper) cab in plastic "glasses" at Luke's...I got no action from anyone. Loser.
Sam and I eventually abandoned young Skywalker for the comforts of the 17th tee, yet even while high and alone in the dark, I still got no action. Fucker.
Yeah. So Thursday I called the boy and got plenty of that.
Friday I absconded with the always pretty and perky Party and fellow Gwen Stefani stalker Jenny...we went downtown for martinis and boy scouting (for them, not me...it doesn't get better than my 6'6" green-eyed monkey). Saw a G-rock member making out with some chick that was not his wife...nor nearly as pretty as his wife...what was he thinking? He kept waving at us in between grabbing her ta-tas and whispering in her ear...I don't know why.
Then we attempted to spark a joint on King Street, but we had some trouble with the matches...
...the flames were just no match for all of Jen's bling. Nobody outshines my Jenny!
But we got 'er done...
...and posed...(pay no attention to my windblown fugly hair...oh god...)
...and proceeded to walk into Tim Horton's drunk AND stoned, whereupon we encountered several po-po, and awkward situations ensued. Meh.
Then Pards and I motored back to Milton (after taking care of the being drunk bit) and burned down a swingset. I loves me some swings!
Add the biggest wedding in G-rock history et voila, you have my weekend. I worked today, ate shrimp and Bits n' Bites and made $11. Boo-urns. Now for some smoke & sketchbook. Peace out, bitches.
P.S. I still really fuckin' miss you...
Wednesday I did all the stuff I said I was gonna do in my last entry...golfed super early in the morning (shot a stellar 16 on the first hole...11 over par, bitches!), changed my brake lights, then went shopping with Sam. Ate a steak with my mom that was prolly the size of Bailey, if we were to BBQ him...fuckin' huge and I was fat for days...and then we went to G-rock and Sam pranced for the members, who bought us delicious cabernet sauvignon and let us watch the poker game...
...after which there was some drama that I don't want to really get into...it's not a big deal, but it did make me realize that even though I do love this chick, she's not someone I will have as a roommate. I'm just not slutty enough for that. Sorry to burst any bubbles...
The drama passed, and then we went to VG's:
and...
and...
...followed by some different (cheaper) cab in plastic "glasses" at Luke's...I got no action from anyone. Loser.
Sam and I eventually abandoned young Skywalker for the comforts of the 17th tee, yet even while high and alone in the dark, I still got no action. Fucker.
Yeah. So Thursday I called the boy and got plenty of that.
Friday I absconded with the always pretty and perky Party and fellow Gwen Stefani stalker Jenny...we went downtown for martinis and boy scouting (for them, not me...it doesn't get better than my 6'6" green-eyed monkey). Saw a G-rock member making out with some chick that was not his wife...nor nearly as pretty as his wife...what was he thinking? He kept waving at us in between grabbing her ta-tas and whispering in her ear...I don't know why.
Then we attempted to spark a joint on King Street, but we had some trouble with the matches...
...the flames were just no match for all of Jen's bling. Nobody outshines my Jenny!
But we got 'er done...
...and posed...(pay no attention to my windblown fugly hair...oh god...)
...and proceeded to walk into Tim Horton's drunk AND stoned, whereupon we encountered several po-po, and awkward situations ensued. Meh.
Then Pards and I motored back to Milton (after taking care of the being drunk bit) and burned down a swingset. I loves me some swings!
Add the biggest wedding in G-rock history et voila, you have my weekend. I worked today, ate shrimp and Bits n' Bites and made $11. Boo-urns. Now for some smoke & sketchbook. Peace out, bitches.
P.S. I still really fuckin' miss you...
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coy Curtis....very coy.
So yeah I've been granted vacation time for my birthday! See you in a month niggaaaaaaa
[Edited on Aug 17, 2005 11:01PM]