i don’t know what you want from me
so careless in my company
oh if all that you say is true
there’ll be no getting over you
so beat down playing by your rules
if you’re a joker then I’m a fool
i guess there’s no catching up to you
Category Archives: life
Bombay Tiger Prawns!!
My mouth is on fire! Lots has to do w/me asking for freebie hot sauces/chilies, them obliging!
Came deconstructed too. Was unexpected, but kinda neat! Oh, $13.50… so, not cheap folks!
My Hakka No.1 Bombay Tiger Prawns (dry) y’all…
113 days, and counting!
… (is a prime number btw) and I cannot wait till it hits zero! … ok, here goes; I’M MOVING BITCHES, and am chuffed as fuck! The cat was let outta bag for those in the know some time ago, and now y’all are officially included in dansnewsoftheday… I’m moving to Leslieville (many pics/blogs will follow too – promise)! Queen Street East Mofos! I’m gonna be an east-end hipster, lol! I keep calendar counting down the days, playing it all out in my mind, over and over… and over! Completely cognizant there’s still so much to do before the day arrives, but come October 1st, am looking (& leaping) forward to the countless, new neighbourhood experiences to enjoy… is my (soon to be) new life! Yep, chuffed as mofo fuck!
… perhaps a hop, skip (no jump – weez too old) for burgers @ the Brooklyn to celebrate (again), whaddya ya think Tiff K?… yer dime… well, maybe, we’ll see, lol!
spaghetti legs 4K
… that’s what happens when you go for a run after working 11 hours. hey, i’ll take it!
yum eats!
organic spring mix, best tomatoes EVER (from Holland), Vidalia onion, pumpkin seeds, and that’s just the salad!
best buns (Toscana), my bomber sauce, creminis (50% off), Jarlsberg, Angus Beef (seasoned w/ s&p, and Barberians)!
all served w/ my beloved Creemore!
… the feck ’bout this shite ain’t yum, lol?!?!
Izabela, I owe you a drink… and, Charles, you deserve a kick in the crotch!
2 employees; same company. 1 willing to go the extra mile, the other could care less about my welfare, and meanwhile being a complete by-the-book douche! Thanks, again Izabela, and I PROMISE to make good on my offer (asking)… and, if you’re married, sorry… that’s yer problem, lol!
Kiss This
I, did all I could
So kiss this one more time ’cause I’m gone for good
You, misunderstood
So kiss this one last time and I’m gone for good
thanks franks!
… big frank’s pizza house, of course!
… my; i ain’t shy, nom nom nice pie!
… party size w/ salami, soppressata, cremini mushrooms, red onions!
OG Chili!
… went old school w/rice folks, and I PROMISE… my last chili post in… forever!
cheesy chili buns!
i invent the coolest shit!!
first, i heated, and slightly broiled the buns, then these bad boys were slathered w/ mustard, heaped w/ chili&cheese, and boiled further to perfection!
… is def a fork and knife kinda meal!
baked four bean cheesy chili!
don’t know ’bout you, but i’m a beans and chili kinda guy!
love, love, these ceramic bowls!
… food ain’t half bad either!!
… btw, baking chili w/ cheese a heaping on said ceramic bowls, means… HOTASMOFOFUCK!!
I’m on my way, I’m on my way!
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home!
pumpkin seeds & pepperoni pizza!
healthy, & not-so-much!
…but, both, oh-so-good!
“you’re not lithe” – danistrulytheman
lithe: supple, graceful, agile, limber, flexible, loose-limbed, deft, nimble, willowy!
… wow, willowy is a beautword!
… btw, ain’t namin’ names… you-know-who, lol!
gotta good viberg vibe goin’ on!
… just got these badass kicks; quality is off the mofo charts!!
… worth every fecking penny!!
… love, love, love ’em!!
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Picture this
I’m a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I’ma send you to the yard, get a stick, make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick
I’m a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I’ma send you to the yard, get a stick, make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick
I am crack
I ain’t lying kick a lion in his crack
I’m the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pet your momma on the booty, kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he’s Santa and took pictures with your kids
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I’m unmentionably fresh, I’m a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while it wrecks, screaming “Yes!
I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death.”
Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
Get running
Start pumping your bunions, I’m coming
I’m the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyons
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame fuckers your fame and fate’s done with
I walk Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie roll, who needs to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbing slacker that spit a loogie
Cause the tolda of the toolie’ll murder you Frank and Moolies
Fuck outta here, yeah
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey!
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Only facts I will shoot up
Baby duck if it quacks, with a Ruger
Top billin’, come cops and villainous shots is blocked, shipped out, and bought, and you’re feeling it
El-P killing it, Killer Mike killing shit
What more can I say, we top dealing it
Valiant without villiany
Viciously file victory
Burn towns and villages
Burning looting and pillaging
Murderers try to hurt us we curse them and all their children
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don’t work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
So tell baby Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Heyyo here’s a gun son now run get it to gutterway
Live to shoot another day
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey!
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
I ain’t lying kick a lion in his crack
I’m the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pet your momma on the booty, kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he’s Santa and took pictures with your kids
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I’m unmentionably fresh, I’m a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while it wrecks, screaming “Yes!
I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death.”
Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
Get running
Start pumping your bunions, I’m coming
I’m the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyons
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame fuckers your fame and fate’s done with
I walk Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie roll, who needs to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbing slacker that spit a loogie
Cause the tolda of the toolie’ll murder you Frank and Moolies
Fuck outta here, yeah
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey!
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Only facts I will shoot up
Baby duck if it quacks, with a Ruger
Top billin’, come cops and villainous shots is blocked, shipped out, and bought, and you’re feeling it
El-P killing it, Killer Mike killing shit
What more can I say, we top dealing it
Valiant without villiany
Viciously file victory
Burn towns and villages
Burning looting and pillaging
Murderers try to hurt us we curse them and all their children
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don’t work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
So tell baby Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Heyyo here’s a gun son now run get it to gutterway
Live to shoot another day
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey!
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
“life is a hierarchy” – danistrulytheman
… and now i sit alone at the top! all relatives older, have now passed, leaving me atop the upper echelon. i no longer have any elders left to disappoint, i no longer answer to anyone… my life now, is completely left in my control!
the 6ix
Toronto… TO… and my new running distance! Six!
I have a perfect course, well, it’s 5.85K and I make up the rest at the end – kinda sucks. I’ll be blogging about my 6K progress, and I promise to blog only if I better it! I ran three consecutive days, and was hoping for a sub 30 minute time today… I almost made it sub 29. I have a goal of 26:30, if I get 27 minutes (was running that fast in 2013), I’ll be stoked, but will continue pushing to go faster. It’s good to have goals… funny, as I was running Saturday, a elderly woman yelled out, “reach your goals”, as I was approaching her. I blew past her, and yelled back, “you betcha”! Great getting inspiration from unexpected people/places!
my sub five splits:
Yo I’ll be over here
I’m sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I’m not listenin’ or I’m indifferent
Truly, I ain’t got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don’t even care about my well-being
I don’t dance, don’t ask, I don’t need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I’ll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who’s hollering I can hardly hear
Over this music I don’t listen to and I don’t wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I’ll be over here
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait till we can break up outta here
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don’t mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren’t to bother me
But honestly I’d rather be
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen
To some music with the message (like we usually do)
And we’ll discuss our big dreams
How we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners, I hope you’ll understand it
That I’ll be here
Not there in the kitchen with the girl
Who’s always gossiping about her friends
So tell them I’ll be here
Right next to the boy who’s throwing up ’cause
He can’t take what’s in his cup no more
Oh God why am I here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can’t wait till we can break up outta here
Hours later congregating next to the refrigerator
Some girl’s talking ’bout her haters
She ain’t got none
How did it ever come to this
I shoulda never come to this
So holla at me I’ll be in the car when you’re done
I’m standoffish, don’t want what you’re offering
And I’m done talking
Awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they’re ready that I’m ready
And I’m standing by the TV with my beanie low
Yo I’ll be over here
homemade pasta, homemade sauce!
not mine, mine! zucchini and eggplant agnolotti, and mushroom moons (stuffed w/grilled mushrooms and garlic bread crumbs – my fave). all on a tuesday night after a long hard day at work, and after a 6k run… not bad dan, not bad!
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