Please don't let it be 3:30.

How was this song not voted best song of 2008? What were the critics thinking?


Rihanna - Breakin' Dishes

Is it bad that I feel bad for Chris Brown? If some crazy broke dishes all up in my grill, I'd slap her too.

Famous

So this morning I was crusin BlogTO and saw an article about me! Well, it was about winter bike riders, which I am, so it was basically about me. I then remembered that someone told me my restuarant was recently reviewed on that there blog so I found the article, started reading and looking at the pictures of the gyoza's and BAM! A Photo of me! So clearly Mai, my thai counter part, and I cooked all the food the blogger enjoyed and now I am famous because there is a blog actually about me on BlogTO.

Dear New Year's Resolutioners:

Get the Hell out of my GYM!

Seriously. All I want to do is work out and there is a million new members to the gym.

"OMG! my resolution is to workout! but seriously this time! like, i'm so not going to let myself be an fat bitch this year!"

Really? Isn't that what you said last year too? Well, if at first you don't adhere to personal goals, try them again every single year for 5 mins on every fucking piece of equipment in the gym, while gabbing loudly and talking up space. Sweet.

Ok, I know, there are some of you who will actually do good on your booty camp regime and bravo to you, but I've been in the gym almost everyday for the past year. What ever happened to seniority? Just let me on my elliptical god damn it.

Who keeps pissing on my head?

Seriously. December first has come and gone and Toronto still has no snow. Not for lack of precipitation, Oh no. Last night it was pouring rain on my bike ride home. My glasses were streaked with rain, I couldn't see and even my underwear was soaking wet by the time I got home. This is not a good start to my dream winter wonderland holiday season.

Beverly hill giggles

The Hills to the greatest show. Don't believe me? read for your self:

"Heavenly father, thank for for this meal, thank you for my husband and thank you for my outfit" - Heidi

"I don't wear seatbelts. I want to be thrown from the wreckage" - Charlie

"I can't believe they don't have a male birth control pill yet. I should have been on it" - Spencer

"I just wanna be depressed here, I don't wanna get pumped up" - Also Spencer

Blood, guts, bruises, cuts.

This is not your favorite summer party album ever. It's our outdoor staircase. As Kiera was leaving the house she yelled for me to come outside. What is this? she said as she pointed to something disgusting dripping off our staircase. Apparently last night a raccoon picked up the dead squirrel on our neighbors lawn and chewed it's guts out on the porch. There is now dead squirrel blood and guts hanging on the stairs between me and my bike. EWWW!!

Weekend Foreshadowing:

It's like, impossible for me to not get drunk
- Shanuy Poonany

It's gonna be a gooder.