Shrouded Overpass
I’m so fancy!
Ohhh lordy. I am so fancy!
On Friday after work I headed out to Parkdale with my friend Simone and we went to a neighborhood pub called Mitzi’s Sister for some amazing food and laughs (Simone spilled an entire glass of white wine into her lap…), before heading out to an art gallery. The artist’s studio is on the first floor of a beautiful home, and she had opened it up for the evening to show and sell her work. Her website actually doesn’t do her any justice, and I liked her work so much I ended up buying a small piece called Shrouded Overpass.
TTC
I went to Yorkdale this weekend, and on my way home after a very successful score at Crate & Barrel I had the strangest TTC ride of my life. . Too lazy to go into details, but it involved a subway jumper, an insane woman with a huge floppy hat and melting blood red lipstick, and a woman dressed like a clown. The woman who jumped in front of the train I was on got pulled out from under the train. She wasn’t dead, but I’ll probably never know if she made it or not. kind of sad.
Also
Life Drawing 101 – Learning to draw naked ugly people.
I’ve been telling a friend of mine that I’d go with him to one of his weekly life drawing classes. Last week I finally ran out of excuses and joined him and about thirty other starving artists at the Toronto School of Art in one of my newest hobbies – drawing naked people.
Overall I think it was kind of fun. Artists are weird people, but they sure know how to enjoy a few hours of silence. I’m not good at drawing. I don’t know where to start or how to make things look to be in proportion, but surprisingly I was better than the guy sitting beside me. OH. And seeing a naked skinny old man made me giggle way less than I thought it would. I have the feeling that next time I go I’m gonna have the pleasure of drawing a very large woman. I saw some of the sketches of this particular BBW model outside the class and the first thing I asked my friend was if she was wearing panties. She wasn’t – she was sporting a delightfully thick set of pubes. oh god.
- Balls, Tiny Head.
- Man Falling off Stool.
- Money, Legs.
- Long Legs.
- Stretch.
You Are What You Eat
I’m inspired by that blonde bitch from “You Are What You Eat” on BBC. I bought some veggies from Chinatown on my lunch break and I’ve already made a new recipe from Men’s Health. My food journal so far looks a little shaky, but I like to think that the breakfast sandwich from Tim Horton’s doesn’t count because I ate it while watching You Are What You Eat
(I have no excuse for the Cookies & Creme bar – I bought it to hide in the bf’s snack drawer and then I ate it before he found it)
Breakfast
Tim Horton’s breakfast sandwich
Large coffee w/ 2 milk & I sugar
Apple Fritter
Lunch
Raw Zuccini salad w/ tomato, mozzarella, and chili peppers.
Yellow mango
1 yogurt cup
Snack
Cookies n’ Creme Bar
Gym: Body Pump (1 hr weightlifting)
Dinner: Steak w/ 1 slice whole wheat bread, and a salad made from bokchoy, grilled carrots, zucchini, and hot peppers
Yogurt cup w/ 1 handfull of dried cherries
Snack – here’s where i fell off the wagon already (AGAIN) : 1/2 handful of sourpatch kids, 1 pudding cup,









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