I have to work at 7:30 tomorrow morning...
The week is shaping up nicely, though...yesterday I finally got around to having photos taken of all my shit that's bananas for my portfolio...shall be super when it's done. Which may or may not be NEVER at this rate.
At the end I posed on the floor covered in the fruits of my labour...or "labor" if you can't read Canadian. Ohh, that never gets old. *cough*
Then I was escorted to the drive-in by the handsome and devilish Gardimus and his lady friend Becci to see The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Four Brothers. My favourite parts were as follows:
1) Garth asking Becci to show me her boobs
2) Becci happily showing me her boobs
3) Appreciating Becci's boobs for being astonishingly better in person than in those pictures he posted a while back
4) Garth taking his pants off so we could cuddle
5) Me throwing his pantalons out of the car so he had to run fetch them in his manties
6) Three-way cuddling
7) The Cuddling With My Becci And Sarah song
8) "Wanna know how I know you're gay? You like Coldplay."
...in no particular order, of course.
Wednesday I go see Dashboard Confessional open for U2...or I will consider selling my floor tickets for a grand, cos apparently people can do that?!
Saturday I go to Jack Johnson, then up to Barrie-ish country for the night to a cottage filled with like, every single one of my b-friend's friends...one of whom I miss dearly and we will be making out fo sho...she's speshul.
Sunday is the AIDS walk. Please donate if you haven't already...scroll down or some shit till you find the cute picture of me an' my friend in cute dresses and there's the link...I don't have it on me right now.
Did I mention I'm in love with Plans by Death Cab? The man is a fucking genius, I tell you. I hope they are at Coachella next year. I also hope to grab Chanel's t-shirt pets at that time...I was so ripped off, dudes.
Look at that shit. It's just begging to be fondled...
just kidding, but cacktails fucking own, this I know. 23rd bitches.
(Holy shit, she fucking updated! 'Tis a blessed day, this one.)
And...prolly my bestest friend in the whole wide world if not the universe will be here in...FIVE DAYS!!!
Care Bear Countdown! (pretend it is a bear until Sean creates the obviously desperately-needed bear emoticon...haha, I said "emo" and you loved it.)
Peace out, slutbags.
xoxo
Edit: I can't believe I forgot to write about the gayest part of my day...k...so like, my front hall's kinda dark in the morning...and I don't really put my shoes in neat, tidy pairs as one should when they don't live alone...so whatever, I started at 9, and somewhere around 2 my boss is like, "Sar...are you wearing two different New Balances?" (I was working on the beer cart, hence the running shoes...these are not my regular foot attire, obvs.) Sho nuff, I look down and see one shoe with blue letters and one with red. They didn't even look remotely alike! Just felt the same on my feet. Conclusion: I am actually retarded.
By the end of the day, the kitchen kids were calling me Two Tone. And my face matched my one red shoe. le sigh.
The week is shaping up nicely, though...yesterday I finally got around to having photos taken of all my shit that's bananas for my portfolio...shall be super when it's done. Which may or may not be NEVER at this rate.
At the end I posed on the floor covered in the fruits of my labour...or "labor" if you can't read Canadian. Ohh, that never gets old. *cough*
Then I was escorted to the drive-in by the handsome and devilish Gardimus and his lady friend Becci to see The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Four Brothers. My favourite parts were as follows:
1) Garth asking Becci to show me her boobs
2) Becci happily showing me her boobs
3) Appreciating Becci's boobs for being astonishingly better in person than in those pictures he posted a while back
4) Garth taking his pants off so we could cuddle
5) Me throwing his pantalons out of the car so he had to run fetch them in his manties
6) Three-way cuddling
7) The Cuddling With My Becci And Sarah song
8) "Wanna know how I know you're gay? You like Coldplay."
...in no particular order, of course.
Wednesday I go see Dashboard Confessional open for U2...or I will consider selling my floor tickets for a grand, cos apparently people can do that?!
Saturday I go to Jack Johnson, then up to Barrie-ish country for the night to a cottage filled with like, every single one of my b-friend's friends...one of whom I miss dearly and we will be making out fo sho...she's speshul.
Sunday is the AIDS walk. Please donate if you haven't already...scroll down or some shit till you find the cute picture of me an' my friend in cute dresses and there's the link...I don't have it on me right now.
Did I mention I'm in love with Plans by Death Cab? The man is a fucking genius, I tell you. I hope they are at Coachella next year. I also hope to grab Chanel's t-shirt pets at that time...I was so ripped off, dudes.
Look at that shit. It's just begging to be fondled...
just kidding, but cacktails fucking own, this I know. 23rd bitches.
(Holy shit, she fucking updated! 'Tis a blessed day, this one.)
And...prolly my bestest friend in the whole wide world if not the universe will be here in...FIVE DAYS!!!
Care Bear Countdown! (pretend it is a bear until Sean creates the obviously desperately-needed bear emoticon...haha, I said "emo" and you loved it.)
Peace out, slutbags.
xoxo
Edit: I can't believe I forgot to write about the gayest part of my day...k...so like, my front hall's kinda dark in the morning...and I don't really put my shoes in neat, tidy pairs as one should when they don't live alone...so whatever, I started at 9, and somewhere around 2 my boss is like, "Sar...are you wearing two different New Balances?" (I was working on the beer cart, hence the running shoes...these are not my regular foot attire, obvs.) Sho nuff, I look down and see one shoe with blue letters and one with red. They didn't even look remotely alike! Just felt the same on my feet. Conclusion: I am actually retarded.
By the end of the day, the kitchen kids were calling me Two Tone. And my face matched my one red shoe. le sigh.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
gardimus:
*Hug-o-lees, snuggle-lees...........*
saffron:
sweet, thanx for the add. i love a girl with guts