i love the crotch coffee.
a three and a half hour shift?! wtf.
another day at blueballs. who books somebody for three and a half hours, seriously. so anyways, i went to mojo's after work to chill with my punti, puntess, robone, purveyor of cheese and other deep-fried goods. whatever. she told me funny stories, i reciprocated with chains and more funny stories. she also told me how next week all the tacos are gonna have a taco-night right before they move out, where they will "lick each other's pussy, and gossip, and lick each other's pussy". awesome. we sang sweet home alabama on stage with nicole, and it brought back memories of CPR. oh CPR, how it made me happy this last year. brings tears to my eyes. or maybe my contacts are just getting dry. either way ya know.
i then retreated home, where we all whisked away to some chiense restaurant to eat din din with my family, since my cousin is leaving for hong kong tomorrow. shme shme. i always feel uncomfortable at family dinners. "i'm homesick for a place that doesn't even exist". ring a bell much?
so now i'm sitting in my computer chair, talking to hecho on my webcam (where she proceeded to tell me my face dances when i make fun of her), about where to get some cheap grub for her birthday downtown on thursday. she wanted thai. cheap thai food? welcome to brownville, population diahrrea, colitis, and you. hershey highway is the fastest way of getting here, but u got to get some cheap thai food first. awesome. and she's also bugging me cuz she's in barrie now and she doesn't have any of my famed hecho pics. well here ya are douchey. i miss my hecho :( there's nobody else in this world that i vibe with better musically, and jokingly. i absolutely love heather to death. i need to find another amazing guitar player next year, but nobody will ever replace my hecho. cuz she's the best, amazing guitar player/songwriter/character impersonator ever. ie 1. "she's not just a pretty face... i mean.. she's alright" in an english butch man accent. awesome. or kiki. oh kiki, don't get me started, don't even get me started.
me and hecho's ghetto fabulous pic.
heather's curly hair gives her the ability to fly.
or she's just being a tard.
heather from the 80's! best - pic - ever.
a pic i took while driving to oakville for our CPR lacross gig.
i take my previous statement back, this is - the best - pic - ever.
here you go hecho.
i'm off to becky's house for a slight "jam" with the posse, gabor, brittney, the goods. sheryl and kealy are here right now, and sheryl spilt coffe on her boobs, and kealy spilt it on her crotch. i love crotch coffee. i'm sure when she said jam we were gonna eat toast. i mean, let's face it, we like to eat. *flashback to robyn's email* eat the shit that's been shat on ur chest *end flashback*. best flashback ever
another day at blueballs. who books somebody for three and a half hours, seriously. so anyways, i went to mojo's after work to chill with my punti, puntess, robone, purveyor of cheese and other deep-fried goods. whatever. she told me funny stories, i reciprocated with chains and more funny stories. she also told me how next week all the tacos are gonna have a taco-night right before they move out, where they will "lick each other's pussy, and gossip, and lick each other's pussy". awesome. we sang sweet home alabama on stage with nicole, and it brought back memories of CPR. oh CPR, how it made me happy this last year. brings tears to my eyes. or maybe my contacts are just getting dry. either way ya know.
i then retreated home, where we all whisked away to some chiense restaurant to eat din din with my family, since my cousin is leaving for hong kong tomorrow. shme shme. i always feel uncomfortable at family dinners. "i'm homesick for a place that doesn't even exist". ring a bell much?
so now i'm sitting in my computer chair, talking to hecho on my webcam (where she proceeded to tell me my face dances when i make fun of her), about where to get some cheap grub for her birthday downtown on thursday. she wanted thai. cheap thai food? welcome to brownville, population diahrrea, colitis, and you. hershey highway is the fastest way of getting here, but u got to get some cheap thai food first. awesome. and she's also bugging me cuz she's in barrie now and she doesn't have any of my famed hecho pics. well here ya are douchey. i miss my hecho :( there's nobody else in this world that i vibe with better musically, and jokingly. i absolutely love heather to death. i need to find another amazing guitar player next year, but nobody will ever replace my hecho. cuz she's the best, amazing guitar player/songwriter/character impersonator ever. ie 1. "she's not just a pretty face... i mean.. she's alright" in an english butch man accent. awesome. or kiki. oh kiki, don't get me started, don't even get me started.
me and hecho's ghetto fabulous pic.
heather's curly hair gives her the ability to fly.
or she's just being a tard.
heather from the 80's! best - pic - ever.
a pic i took while driving to oakville for our CPR lacross gig.
i take my previous statement back, this is - the best - pic - ever.
here you go hecho.
i'm off to becky's house for a slight "jam" with the posse, gabor, brittney, the goods. sheryl and kealy are here right now, and sheryl spilt coffe on her boobs, and kealy spilt it on her crotch. i love crotch coffee. i'm sure when she said jam we were gonna eat toast. i mean, let's face it, we like to eat. *flashback to robyn's email* eat the shit that's been shat on ur chest *end flashback*. best flashback ever