last market days
yippee! this girl is free of retail for the second time in under a year! if i go back, seriously shoot me.
if you are an artist, it is truly an urban legend that you can be happy long taking on some silly jobby mc jobbypants just to pay your bills, you're better off HUSTLING. don't be scurred, just be pre-purred. the two week countdown is officially ON. Montreal look out.
in the meantime, i wrapped it up big time, helper chihuahuas, using jennifer aniston's ass to help put the word out on my article on 4th, roots rock reunion, and my personal fave, bunny in a green thong. that's right, you had to be there. i even broke some cat's camera over it, but as soon as he hits me up with the photos, y'all will see them.
my send off dinner with the darling durien took us back to kits, and when the octopus' pantry was closed, we opted to go to yuji's japanese tapas on 4th. we were armed with rollerblades and a tub of the roasted cashew cilantro sauce that we got from work ("that's the reaction of a tiger to say it tastes like meat"). we were a bit shy about the smuggle, but as the meal progressed, it was pretty unabashed.
our meal was amazing, and the sauce was the ultimate compliment. we made sure we angled all our little dishes to block the extra, but it went so well with our albacore tuna, the avocado scallop crepe (i didn't like the wrapper, whatever sushi snob traditionalist i am) kiwi and papaya rolls, hotpot complete with almost edible kelp, and wasabi tempura chicken.
the service was nice, got to showcase my nihongo, and the meal was capped with a dish of "men's pocky".
went back to the homestead to write my articles while durien built vaginal art as part of the hallway project then had to stay up all night to reverse it. i watched nutty videos from utube, and christina aguilera freaking rocks as kim cattrall on snl.
all this was capped with a lovely spoon and cuddle breaks from noodle eating from her deluxe eating station.
tomato.
