dance party! (help me buy groceries pls)

I smashed in a Honda. I bought it a new door. Now I'm like, 3rd World poor. Come to my party!

The lurid details

come over

make me a snack, i'm kind of hungry/lazy. paint my nails for me. wash my sheets and towels. the recycling hasn't been taken out in weeks. there is more in the garage. read me that book that's been sitting on my shelf for the last month. after we finish my april issue of rolling stone. make me get a haircut. make me eat a vegetable. how old is that stuff in the fridge? throw it out. lets sleep for more than 6 hours and then make our own coffee in the morning. bring your favourite movie that i've never seen. give the dog a cookie. unplug the computer. i'm waiting.

wheel of organ

A friend of mine who spent a few months working in the Netherlands can attest to the following statement: Dutch people are MENTAL. Serious.

Nevermind THIS, a warped parade they have at Christmas where white guys dress up in black face and accompany Santa through town, now they've taken reality tv to a level that is just WRONG:

Win my Kidney!

vid (creatve title, i know)

This song could be terrible, I haven't watched the vid with the sound on yet... but its directed by Michel Gondry (who I love), and so I don't care.

meow-ovitch

omg my loves for russians just surpassed my hates for cats.

everything i want to write about happened in 2004

so i'll just say goodbye to jess with this little gem:



bring me back a designer-knock-off-something-or-other from milan!

I'm moving to Atlanta?

I keep getting these weird emails in my gmail account that are meant for a woman whose name has one less "r" in it that mine does. Its so awkward because I never know if I should email back and let them know that they're sending mail to Corrina and not Corina. But I've come to the decision that Corina is some sort of madame or high class hooker and now I want more of her mail! Way more interesting than the shit I usually get (eg. "Someone from your high school has written on your facebook wall!" Woo-fucking-hoo.)

Anyway, I only have one of these emails left in my trash, but there were about 3 or so more, all in the same vein of "Hey, you're going to Atlanta! Here's some guy you should meet!" Its either a super aggressive dating-service type thing, or my name twin is a very Pretty Woman:


Subject: Hi Miss Atlanta!

"Hopefully I’m seeing you before you head east (and south). But just in case, I met a cute guy in Sun Valley. Here’s what I remember; Terry is his first name, he owns 2 bars/restaurants in DT Atlanta named Halo and Opera. Opera is just opening, he renovated old opera house. He lives in mid-town and appeared to be in late thirties.

So there you go….you never know what could happen…

Sorry I missed the celebration last night, I got back to PDX this morning, I hope it was great fun. Michele is trying to get a walk/breakfast organized this week, so as I said I hope to see you in the next few days. If not, best of luck to you and your journey, I know you will love Atlanta; it’s really beautiful and has all the right elements.

Margie"

**Margie is a total slut name and "right elements" is obvs. code for "rich men and cheap drugs." Fuck, so transparent.

peas and cheese

I just had Ghandi last night. But they make the best rotis. I think I could eat them everyday. I'm afraid to find out how bad they are for you. My favourite is the muttar paneer which is filled with lots of green peas and some strange sort of cheese in little blocks. Half is just enough for dinner and the left overs are good, especially when you get home from a night of drinks and need a snack. I wish I lived a little further away from their convenient Bathurst and Queen location, or that I had a little more will-power.

msn

jeff and ryan are ignoring me to talk to each other. ugh. gays these days.

not joking

my company has a "do not blog about this" clause on all their contracts now.

wow.

economy of space

My new bed is 5 ladder rungs above the ground. It sucks when you wake up in the morning and have forgotten this important fact. It sucks when you wake up in the night after too much Jager (it was free, ok?) and don't feel so well. But its cozy and Ela hasn't learned to climb ladders yet so I don't have to share.



"I sleep on the floor now." face