i have scissors all over my house

scissors

why? because after the xbi made it hard for me to remember things i like to write stuff down, cut it out, and tape it to the walls.

photos, ticket stubs, addresses, memories.

once a pretty girl took all of it down i was all, hmm, now how am i gonna remember again?

mariah back in the day with a gunand i didnt.

i even forgot to put stuff back up so i could remember them.

i just looked at my blank walls and thought i hadnt done anything ever.

which was sorta nice.

blank slate. fresh past. fresher future.

i have 14 years of memories on this blog but you know how many times a month i go back in time?

zero.

my phone has this thing called Timehop and that takes me back in time every morning but it’s not that great bc its twitter memories or instagrams.

today though it brought me back to a long time ago with a different pretty girl and i have a pretty good idea when the picture was taken and where and what happened later that night up against a wall

which made me feel good.

but i could be entirely wrong.

which is why in heaven i hope there is a review of our Timehop and the angels will ask, are there any questions?

and i wanna say, was it really 102 degrees that day

or

did she really like me or was she just bored?

and hopefully the angels will say

kiss the past away and follow us down this path because theres an unbelievable spread of sushi that we really want you to try

if you dare.

what do you do with two canadians who want dinner?

poutine menu

sass and emilio had never met somehow even though they went to the same college at the same time and hung in the same circles and knew the same ppl and danced the same dances and wore the same clothes and sang the same songs and played in the same bands and took the same classes and rushed the same sororities.

but you know what brought them together?

you.

i mean the busblog

and hollywood.

and you.

so it was time to celebrate and eat stuffs so we had poutine in hollywood!

poutine

it wasnt bad. but as i like to say, the only bad poutine is no poutine.

since emilio is a vegetarian because he “loves” animals,

sass and i chose the duck poutine because jack in the box rarely has duck anything

and i gotta tell you, ted nugent, littlefork’s duck poutine, despite not having actual cheese curds

and technically not even being truly poutine

is damn good american poutine

sass and emilio

afterwards we dropped off sass in a dark street in the hollywood hills

so if she gets discovered in some manson family gang in a few months

just know that her last really good meal was with moi and vous

while a guy played 80s tunes from his laptop

and i drank a margarita.

quebecois everybody!