This hotel seriously has the coolest rooms ever.

*beside the monster on the wall it says "I'm protecting you. I want you to feel safe and I want you to sleep now."

"Since late November of last year, several record-breaking storms have blown through B.C. and the Lower Mainland, including two wind storms that wreaked havoc in Stanley Park, uprooting thousands of trees, some centuries old, and shutting down the park. Its devastation has been severe and has rocked many British Columbians."

Rocked? Oh boo fucking hoo.

You know, I think it's fucked how many people in B.C. have donated money (over 2.5 million so far) towards a bunch of fucking trees knocked over by a storm while their streets are riddled with homeless addicts. I wonder how the PEOPLE did during those storms?

Nice fucking priorities ya lousy bunch of drum beating, granola chewing, fake enlightened assholes.

I salute you.

Right now I would pay a million dollars to be completely alone.

I don’t know why it is that I literally feel like I can’t think anymore. There is not ONE useful thought floating around in my head cavity and there hasn’t been for months.

My life involves working and watching tv. Sadly, most of the time I don’t really mind this.

You wanna know how bad it is? No probably not. Just writing this I have bored myself so badly that I actually dislike myself a little bit. If I were someone else looking at me I would probably say something sarcastic about me. Maybe I would even kick me.

Of course, then I look at other people and I feel a little better about things.

Does anybody remember this?

When I die,
Bury me,
Hang my balls on a cherry tree,
When they’re ripe,
Take a bite,
Don’t blame me if you barf all night.

I think we sang this in like grade 3. P.S. DON’T even mention that twatslime House of Pain song that used the song above. I’m not interested and they didn’t make it up.

Oh and remember:

Mamma mia
Papa Pee-a
Baby got the diarrohea!

Basically I'm sitting here drooling on my keyboard after another visit to the dentist.

I have to admit I have never understood the idea of people getting together in "clubs" and developing their social life around it, like sports or whatever. It kind of freaks me out and makes me feel irritated, I'm sorry I've never been much for joining in.

I only mention this because my boyfriend is playing a sport now and suddenly these people are extending all these invitations and stuff to him/us and it's kind of like "Whoah there, we don't have to start crawling all over each other and being best friends do we?"

Maybe there's something wrong with me and my seeming anti-socialness. I don't think so though.

I stayed home today to feel sorry for myself, my heart was doing weird shit last night, and I have a fucking migraine, 3 days now!

Apparently people who get Migraines alot are called "Migraineurs" how gay.

Tylenol 3 sucks ass.

I'll post video of our in-house rollerskating party soon.

Yeah smoking is really hard when half your face (including half your nose) is frozen from the dentist, but I'm doing it anyway.I can't even feel the damn cigarette between my lips, I'll probably burn myself.



That's all.

I really love that there is a place called Rancho Cucamonga in this world. I also love how we haven't had even a tongue tip's lick of Winter here yet. It's bloody 12 degrees again today, and still no snow!

ugh, shoot me, I talked about weather like some little old bitty.

faucet candy

This weekend my friend Glenn will make Korean food and bring Asian ciggies to me. This makes me feel very happy inside.

I suppose you've noticed I hardly write here anymore. Or probably you haven't, since I doubt anyone checks here much these days. I'm lazy, like you haven't noticed that before. Also, I become bored by things I once really dug and abandon them. So even though I like to write, the blog thing sort of bores me.

This blog stands as a sort of timeline of my brain running out of ideas.

Dr. Ho I love you. I'm addicted to your machine.

http://www.myheritage.com

I most resemble some Japanese guy?

Er...

what the fuck?

Today I came home to a letter telling me one of my photos will be used on a Jones Soda bottle.

If the Pacific is a warm, brown skinned girl luring you with promises of salty kisses then the Atlantic is a leather skinned fisherman chewing tobacco and picking scales from under his nails.

I like the Atlantic though.

YAY! Finally Amon Tobin is coming to Toronto on Sept. 10!

I'm slowly repairing all my trip photos which were ruined by the cheap ass grocery store photo developing place I brought the film to. I guess it's my fault, you get what you pay for and it's not like they hire people who actually know what they're doing. LOTS aren't fixable which is infuriating,(black marks and lines for example) and most have ugly weird streaks through them that look like they were run through dirty rollers. What a pain to clean up.

Bye.

I just spent a week house sitting for my parents. As a result, I got to watch a lot of tv I don't normally watch at home.

What's with the 5 million different versions of "How fucking loud and obnoxious can I be as I mouth off about absolutely nothing" MTV/Much Music channels? Where do they get the thoroughly drop kickable hosts from? Why is their monumental dill holiness rewarded with a job?

How many reality shows about bland, blond, boring ass people who live in California does there need to be? And who are the asshats who actually care to watch on a regular basis?

Seriously, someone needs to tell me why something like Laguna Beach or The Hills is interesting. Because...zzzzzzz. And don't say it's because the people are hot, I can walk out on the street RIGHT NOW and find people just as hot if not hotter.

It actually makes me angry to see our world becoming so fucking retarded.

Should I order a pizza? I'm hungry and I don't feel like cooking. I also don't have anything to cook.

update: Screw the pizza. Just finished eating fries in the bathtub.

Everyday as I walk home from work the urge to take a dump hits me. It's kind of cool though how I've trained my body to wait until that time since I absolutely can't stand public bathroom dumping.

O.K. instead of thinking about turds, look at this flower.

I'm simply too tired and I'm tired too simply.

pretty explosion

classroom shootout

When I was younger I was great at spelling. I still remember the day I was the only kid in the class who spelled "Skiing" right. I was a quiet and non-participating sort of kid, so that was a pretty big moment. I felt like the hotshit.

Those days are gone or at least running away rapidly. Now I find myself pondering the simplest words and generally I just pick a different word to use if I can't figure out the spelling. Early Alzheimers?

Cottage + Horseback riding = good weekend.

We went out to see my friend Bill play last night.




what a gaylord I am wearing my glasses on top of my head like Malibu Barbie. Except mine aren't sunglasses which is even more gayass.


Cheap bar decor.




I hate having to go outside to smoke.




I guess someone was overheard saying "someone tell her to stop taking my picture". Nobody did. That's a HUGE mouth.

Oh. I need to make some of these. Maybe one Orange and one Grapefruit for the bigger cat.

Seriously, why does this exist?