Oh, look what I found

Yah that's right! Happy belated birthday gift, Vade, for the last two years -sheepish smile-

Dear Hintonburg;

The Elmdale House Tavern rocks my balls, and we need a shwarma place.

That is all.

Realization

Its not the company I'll miss so much, because I have loads of friends who love and adore me, its the mind-blowing, body-breaking multi-orgasmning sex I'm going to miss...

Oh priorities, how I adore you.

Retail Therapy, Beer and more

Yesterday I had a date with a friend, nothing special, just meet up after work for a beer and shoot the shit since I've been, for lack of a better word, through a rough fucking week. ROUGH, people.

It was nice to go out for a bit, chill, and just hang out, nothing special, no pretenses, no expectations, just fun. FUN. Stress-free FUN. It was epic.

Anyway, February being normally fuck-butting cold, was delightfully balmy yesterday, so I was only wearing a light sweater when I went to my friends the night before, for some post-break-up cuddles, and not being bright, realized that once the sun-goes down it's COLD again. SO I was fucked cause I knew I'd be out late, in a light fall sweater, freezing. So desperate times call for desperate measures and I went to Gap.

Me and Gap have this love hate relationship. They hate to sell clothes that fit me, I hate to shop there, but I love their sales. I mean, I LOVE their sales, I don't know if its like a gap sale spidey sense, but I can go in, find the ONE item on the rack that fits me, and is marked down 98% but I do. Everytime. Case in point. Last night. $90 dollar angora wool blend, marked down to $11.99.

12 DOLLARS FOR AN ANGORA WOOL SWEATER PEOPLE!! 12 FUCKING DOLLARS!!! MY PITCHER OF BEER WAS 6 BUCKS MORE!!!

Its soft, creamy white, with a double breasted collar...I know why don't I just show you!??!



its the one in grey, but mine is creamy delicious white.

AND SOFT.

AND 12 DOLLARS!

I was so warm last night, it was toasty.

Oh and I discovered I can share a pitcher of beer with one person and not get drunk anymore...I don't know what that says about me or my drinking these days, but gods damn. GODS DAMN.

Oh, and I got laid. All Night Long. I am exhausted, a little hungover and wearing my new sweater.

HAH, oh gods.

New Do

This was originally suppose to be for facebook but the new plug-ins suck and well, I can't be bothered to wait.

I got a cut and style yesterday, three inches of ratty dead curls and bangs! BANGS!! I'm rocking the mother-flippin' bangs!!

Personally I think I look HAAAWT, but I'm waiting on feeback from people other then my co-workers.

And yes this means I wussed out on my mohawk, what can I say, I've grown attached to my luscious curls.

.....

-waits-

Quote

Painting is the true love of my life, its the only thing that I've loved and been passionate for that hasn't broken my heart. - Me