gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i had mandarin last night i was out visiting my friends the "jones'" family, honestly i forgot their name but i know i've seen the movie, much like Selena, maybe it Was the Selena family, Edward James Olmos is the father. anyway, the whole family was outside their fruit store in kensington market repainting the wood exterior. being a friend of the family i offer to help out, except that now we're painting the exterior to their 'new' building out in mississauga, and it's yellow brick. i manage to get a peek inside through one of the windows, there's a huge room with a row of expensive and vintage cars, Edward James Olmos makes me promise that i wont tell the rest of the family, it's a surprise. Later i go for a walk with the wife through the far entrance of the building, i quickly realize that the rest of the family has no idea what this building actually is, the wife is is completely overcome with excitement when she realizes tat this building is their new Supermarket, a Loblaws franchise in fact. we walk through the store to the oposite end where their private area and living quarters are, there we stumble upon the room with the cars, again she's completely surprised and starts running up to all of the cars touching them, sitting in them etc etc,, i go up to the first car, an F3 racing car, pretty unusual choice for a leisure driving car, i check out one of the tires and remind myself that i could barely afford One of these tires. We leave the room and head to the accounting office where Edward James Olmos is sitting at a desk with a heap of papers, poor olmos, always burdened with a heavy load, how can one man manage a Loblaws chain entrely by himself And spend enough time with his wife and kids, but it's for the good of their future, so they won' have to go through what he had to when He was a kid. We hear engines starting from the car room and when we make it there the kids have all jumped in the cars and taken off, theyre pissed at their dad for "selling out" (yikes, i gotta eat better before bed) okay, last night : i was at home and the doorbell rang. michelle went downstairs to see who it was, when she came back up she had some younger plump girl with her. She was wearing army pants and a soiled t-shirt, had badly dyed pink hair, scruffy all around, she didn't smell though, im thinking she simply "formulated" the look. Anyway, she came to our place because she ordered a pizza to it and asked if she could hang out in my living room until it arrived. she kept pacing in front of the window. - "what kind of pizza" i asked. - "hawaiian". - "well don't get too comfortable, let me think about it". 07:50:43 - 2000-04-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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