Tuesday, August 7, 2007

:: Simon Templar

Okay, so whatever. you are too. Fuck beans.

Walls!

The stuffing.
Drywall plan.The gypsum.
The corners (and secret shelves).The prime suspect.Listening to prime tunes. (btw I love The Fort. It fucking rules ass and bass. Like fish and bums and shit....[willy tell 'forters' I love them next time you see'em]).


Okay so and here is the evening walk after. It begins with a joint and a walk through a park avec tuneage. And then onto a street that is awesome because it bends in the middle and if you cross sides half way you can walk in the sun the whole time. I'll draw a picture for you gentlemen and mademoiselles another time.... Do mac have something like paint? I'll look............................................................................................................................................................................................................no!
Unreal. Well I'll find something to draw a to-scale (not accurate) diagram of the street. Anyway I did take pics of the basic scoop. Scooooooooooop. Scoopish. Scottish. Ireland. Guinness. Ahhhhhh.....

First stretch. Sun over left shoulder.
The bend.
Middle of bend.
Other side. Sun over right shoulder.


And that's how this long weekend went. Nevermind the complete lack of anything on Saturday or Sunday. On Saturday it was well received. On Sunday I got mad. Fucking long weekends. The trick is to always keep busy and just plow through them. Fail and you may end up in the drink.

That's just reality folks. Delicious, frothy, reality. Drink wit-err _Deal_ with it.


Food :: Thought

- I had never had a donair until I came to calgary. Now i have them twice a week and always from the same place. JIMMY'S!!!!!!! oh jimmy's. If my heart stops because of you it's only proof of my true feelings. and get this: the medium is too much for most people and I've never had a large yet. I've never even seen someone order one. Before winter that is a goal of mine. I will bike up there and make a day of it. Because even after a small, you move only as fast as the garlic allows you after consumption. Soooooo good. I eat mediums right now. I won't bow down to physical restrictions or erroneous health concerns and live with myself eating a small. But hot damn. That large must really be something.

Another day.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Get a hair cut, ya hippy