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Fact: the weather in Montreal is going to be hideous, rainy and windy until Sunday so I'm under voluntary apartment arrest. This leaves me viciously bored. It's at times like these that I remember why I retain a livejournal: to kill time.
Meet Nathaniel "The Fonz Meets Liberachi" Marro. (Important note: not actually gay.)
My middle name is literacy. No, I'm lying. It's Victoria (could I get any whiter? Answer: no. No I could not.)
DAT IZ MY WIFE.
He's trying to look pensive, but it's clear that Ali's too pretty to be thinkin'.
Alex, a teeny jacket and an oodle of cowboy boots. (Note: no cowboys had size seven women's feet. I checked. It just didn't happen.)
Andrew models bread we were served for St. Patrick's day. It was green. Sketchy.
Just so you know, my camera died entirely. "Kicked the bucket," one could say if one was into commonly used euphemistic (is that really a euphemism, though?) expressions. So those all came from my cell phone, thus the bad quality. But we have to focus on what's important: I am a master of technology who has learned how to send pictures from her cell phone to her computer. What a mind I'm gifted with!
At the moment, my apartment is an obstacle course piled high with boxes of unassembled Ikea furniture and a big, cushy mattress (it is such a soft mattress. My mattress is undoubtedly the tits of all mattresses.) Reaching the kitchen in the morning to get a bowl of Cheerios is challenge enough and I haven't even dared to try to cook for fear that I'd trip over something and land face down on the stove, which would result in burning that I really don't want to endure. As such, have become frequenter of pizza place across the street. If I'm huge the next time we meet, you'll know why.
New goal: have a picnic up on Mount Royal.
Fact 2: I am most certainly going to the Radiohead concert in Montreal on Sunday June the eleventh which makes my life a little bit more enjoyable. I'm gloating.
Re: their lyrics, The Mars Volta really needs to lay off the heroin. Like, sure, opening the dictionary, finding the biggest word on the page and incorporating into song is cool, but I just have no idea what they're talking about. This is not to nay say them. No, sir. I like them a bunch. I just don't understand them.
That took up a good ten minutes.
PAIX.
Meet Nathaniel "The Fonz Meets Liberachi" Marro. (Important note: not actually gay.)
My middle name is literacy. No, I'm lying. It's Victoria (could I get any whiter? Answer: no. No I could not.)
DAT IZ MY WIFE.
He's trying to look pensive, but it's clear that Ali's too pretty to be thinkin'.
Alex, a teeny jacket and an oodle of cowboy boots. (Note: no cowboys had size seven women's feet. I checked. It just didn't happen.)
Andrew models bread we were served for St. Patrick's day. It was green. Sketchy.
Just so you know, my camera died entirely. "Kicked the bucket," one could say if one was into commonly used euphemistic (is that really a euphemism, though?) expressions. So those all came from my cell phone, thus the bad quality. But we have to focus on what's important: I am a master of technology who has learned how to send pictures from her cell phone to her computer. What a mind I'm gifted with!
At the moment, my apartment is an obstacle course piled high with boxes of unassembled Ikea furniture and a big, cushy mattress (it is such a soft mattress. My mattress is undoubtedly the tits of all mattresses.) Reaching the kitchen in the morning to get a bowl of Cheerios is challenge enough and I haven't even dared to try to cook for fear that I'd trip over something and land face down on the stove, which would result in burning that I really don't want to endure. As such, have become frequenter of pizza place across the street. If I'm huge the next time we meet, you'll know why.
New goal: have a picnic up on Mount Royal.
Fact 2: I am most certainly going to the Radiohead concert in Montreal on Sunday June the eleventh which makes my life a little bit more enjoyable. I'm gloating.
Re: their lyrics, The Mars Volta really needs to lay off the heroin. Like, sure, opening the dictionary, finding the biggest word on the page and incorporating into song is cool, but I just have no idea what they're talking about. This is not to nay say them. No, sir. I like them a bunch. I just don't understand them.
That took up a good ten minutes.
PAIX.