I need to talk seriously for a moment about those koodo mobile commercials, they for sure for sure need to go away now like right now also, how and why did william h macy ever get famous?
also, trevor I am craving that giant apple fritter help me jesus.
how about no eating? look at the pool of white sauce on that front far right, (sung words) dying!
trevor and I were discussing things that are pretty gross that Mitzie likes to eat - poop, human or otherwise, were on this list, as well as boogers and eye boogers - trevor asked if she liked cum and I said "both kinds" and he paused a sec and then uttered the gem of "what does lady cum taste like?"
love him.
we listened to a remix of this song all weekend until I almost died and put a ban on it, then we made up our own bangra song and dance and broke out into it every half a minute or so. I have really great bangra moves, and so does N.
then dairy queen ran out of ice cream and I was sad.
but seriously, best weekend ever. for real style. and the fact that we're going to be in tranna in less than one month, oh so priceless. and even trevor said "you know, I had a really great time, better than I thought I was going to have, I mean I knew I was going to have a good time, but I didn't know it was going to be THAT good."
oh, poopy, I couldn't agree more. and neither could trevor's newest (and biggest) fan
there are about sixteen photos of these two on the blanket, but I like this one the best - look how hard she is trying to be right next to him - like, "I can get closer, just you watch me"
N bought us a bbq this weekend too, a tiny little hibachi that I think I might ask to marry me (sorry N) and we cooked sausages and burgers and veggies on it and after that day N was very nice and said "this was great day, thank you" and oh, I like it when anyone makes a point of personally thanking me after I put forth an effort, but especially N. there are pictures from the bbq but my outfit was sad bc the previous two days before hand I had gotten too much sun, so I wore a little dress and then had to cover myself with t shirt so I wouldn't go all purple. anyways, yes a sad outfit and I would put pictures up but then everyone would be like "omg! congratulations! do you know if it's a boy or girl yet?" and I would have to say "yes, we've determined the sex is POOOOOOOOOOP" because I was bloated and sad and hadn't shit in a few days. N often patronizes me when I've become out of control whiny and says "oh it IS hard being a girl, isn't it" and then I agree and bury my head in either Mitzie or an arm pit and feel better.
also, what I liked about this visit was the amount of questions trevor asked - I felt so knowledgeable and smart, and I think I only answered about fourteen percent of what he asked. We met up with a friend of ours from toronto, tristan, who is actually from here but we met him when he was in toronto on an internship in 2005 - it had been a little under three years since I had seen him last, and on Saturday night he and trevor went to see "the producers" while N and I sat across the room looking at each other forlornly and waiting for trevor to come back. then tristan hung out with us on sunday and bought us sushi, oh and the sushi was so good, I thought I might die. I think I have a new favorite "out of towners" sushi place (as in somewhere not a hole in the wall like my favorite "eat sushi with N for under 12$ place"). anyways, tristan just finished at sfu (go, tristan!) and is taking a year off before he goes to med school in the fall of '09. doesn't he just have the profile of a future doctor?
it was cool having all three boys over six feet tall in our apartment. I should have taken a picture of their shoes, my god - tristan and trevor and N all wear over a size 12 - I was in big cock heaven!
ha, after dropping trevor off at the airport he sent me two texts - the first just assured me of my place in his heart forever and the second was the best and I will transcribe it for you here:
sweet...I did score an exit row...and a hot flight attendant! POUND ME
N got some mail from the govt today, some tax form, and his govt mail always cracks me up bc it has his ruski name on it
I think he noticed I shaved my legs (well DUH trevor is in town!) because he was so cuddly this morning since I wasn't like a woolly little bear in the bed. oh yeah, we drank alot last night, and the sun was BEATING in our room so it was so hot. Mitzie slept with T so we didn't have to battle the white bear, oh man the weather is so nice right now, I need a sun hat, so that is item one and then partying the day away is item two.
whitney won, meaning I WON! but fourfour has some sort of scandal type coverage, here check it out: scandal!
I got shit I gots to do man, the eggplant, oh the eggplant, I just ate the leftovers for breakfast, I never make enough when I make this kinda stuff, I always think well what if it sucks and it never sucks and I am always left wanting more, I think that always has to do with whenever I make something and someone comes over and they bring wine then I am desperate for dinner for breakfast when I wake up - like if someone dropped off some Indian takeout right now I would chop it into lines and snort it, or you know, use a fork, whatever is fastest.
so last night I go to bed bc I'm too fat to have sex (sad and true yawn) so like around 2 30 I hear all this yelling and then a male voice goes "drop the belt and put your hands on your head" and then a female voice says the same thing and I'm lying there and thinking "who the fucking fuck is using a belt as a weapon, this isn't texas?" so N wakes up and starts talking about something and I am like "did you hear that thing about the belt" and he is like yes, so I go and get my glasses and there are four police cars, all lights flashing etc, parked on the street we face, and I try really hard to hear what everyone is saying but I can't so then I decided to chug some water and go to bed. weird, even for a Wednesday night, very weird.
me: hey who do you think is going to win ANTM raymi: is it the final episode tonite me: yes anya fatima or whitney I pick whitney raymi: no way! me: yeah way raymi: that blond chick will me: shes a long shot but I have a feeling raymi: the fucking retard voice me: anya? haha raymi: yes me: yeah they have a history of letting a deaf girl win the spring cycles jaslene danielle anya well ok I pick whitney loser has to buy winner a Cesar during hangover party week when Im in tranna raymi: not good enough dude i had one after a coke today and then shat my pants me: I was just trying to pick something small since YOURE GONNA LOSE k so loser has to buy winner what? raymi: um you have to tell everyone on your blog that you actually weight 156lbs HAHAHAHAHA me: deal raymi: ok and if i lose i buy u something
tied M up outside the bank, in the misty non-rain, was there for less than two minutes, walk out the bank door towards Mitzie and hear ugly office lady #1 (while she points to Mitzie) say to ugly office lady #2 "well, that's not very nice..." so I say "well neither is your face but I still have to look at it..." and she says "what?" and I make eye contact while untying the leash and say
"you heard me."
dear passerbys,
you are so good at minding your business while women get assaulted and scream for help so why can't you ignore my adorable dog for the ninety seconds she's tied outside?
amy is coming over for top model season, er, cycle ten finale tonight, and I am trying a new eggplant recipe out on her to see if I like it better than my own recipe, and then will decide the better of the two to make for trevor. so far, this recipe involves no frying and I can't decide if that is good or bad? holy shit, Trevor is going to be here tomorrow, omfg thank fuck! N was being pretty great this morning and said "let me know if there is anything I can pick up, ok?" and I thought to myself, yeah you can pick up
and
since that is basically what trevor is made of!
Darling V leaves for the Dominican tonight. I was going to walk with her today at eleven, ok I still might go out and walk with her today at eleven, either that or I will take a run, it's so incredibly shitty here today but the next four days after this are supposed to be amazing so I don't really mind the rain that much. I'm going to miss V while she's gone, she's going to be gone until June 1 or 3, super long vacation, but she totally deserves it as she's starting teacher's college in July.
N was asking what Trevor and I were planning on doing and if I needed the car, etc, and then we got to talking and I informed him he had Monday off, whoo whee! he forgot this weekend was the may long! If Trevor is up for it, on Friday I kind of want to go to Playland if the tickets aren't a billion dollars because I know Trevor likes to ride rides and I know N doesn't and he'll be at work on Friday and it supposed to be 23 near the water and um Playland is not near the water so it's going to be warmer than that! Schwing! Oh, cancel, playland is only open on Saturdays and Sundays! Maybe Friday will be rent a tandem bicycle day and enjoy the sea wall avec doobies and tall boys day? Sigh.
K, eggplants are done. Time to assemble and away we go.
update: for anyone who cares, the eggplant recipe (so far) looks way better than the original method of frying - give it a whirl, I think it might be replacing the more traditional method I had all but perfected.
