Fo lyfe.

AH hey. I’m back once again. I’ve been M.I.A for quite some time now (MIA FO LYFE!) and i guess it’s time to recap a little about my life in the past month or so and do some minor ranting.

First, i’d like to say that if i get lurked one more time by some DB I’ll permanently delete my facebook account, change my identity, move to Guelph and live on a farm in nowhere land so all you curious females will have to continue wondering who Drank’s mystery GF is. Honestly, it’s annoying and there’s no point. I don’t know you. I don’t care. If you want to talk to me, that’s fine. Don’t add me and ignore my greeting and pretend like the add never happened. I find it creepy and it fully disturbs me that random women recognize me solely from my FB and then text my bf saying shit like “I see your gf.” WTF? K. No. Or, i like this one too: “I saw your gf on the street and she looks emo.” WOW. really? My, you make some keen observations there. Anyways i’ll shut the fuck up now on this topic because i can actually go on forever.

So. What’s been up with me lately? I’m at school and work 24-7 and basically have almost zero social life. The last few days of summer were okay. Pre-labor day was spent in a forrest where fires were made, substances were abused and we were rolling 30 deep. I wish i could tell you more but i was a sloppy bitch and i woke up at like 2am in the back of some random’s car and the random saying “Hey.Hey..are you okay? Do you want me to open the door? Wanna watch a movie?” while i was trying to open my chinky, mascara crusted eyes and wiping drool off my face. Quite grand.

Everything’s been semi MEH since that day, up untill last weekend when all hell broke loose at Cheers. Pre-cheers was interesting (Check nick’s post about the abandoned building and the lump aka possible dead body) After that, the group split. EVERYBODY minus KT,Drank,Salt & Myself went to the house party and we were at Cheers where everyone you can possibly imagine being there was there (Minus the House party Pplz). Anyways. That night was filled with awkward moments, yelling, tears, laughing, beef, beef, beef and more beef.

If i could go back and redo the summer, i would. School sucks and i want to party and have more nights where i look like this:

Proof That God Hates Me

I’m not even kidding. It’s currently 4:23 am here in the Nax household. My father should me waking up in about half an hour, trotting downstairs happy-go-luckily, only to find his daughter angrily typing away while vomiting all over the place. Okay let me back way, way up.

This summer-my summer anyways, has been fucking horrifying. There have been a few good memories with good parties and good people, but when I back up to look at the big picture, I can sum up the summer in a few phrases easily: Being rained on repeatedly, smoking jays countless times to cure boredom, attempting to make food (salty couscous and pink salsa.), and going through a really annoying experimental phase. Oh shit. What a blast that all looks like. I’m sorry that this rant is sounding more teen-angst than a sad emo kid who writes on his converse with black sharpies and hates the world. I’m really not like that.

I guess what I’m trying to get at is that everybody has some sort of mental summer list of things they want to accomplish before another year of school starts again. I have not completed anything on my list, solely because I truly think God hates me. I haven’t been able to watch the sun rise after a long night of partying because most of the time someone gets too drunk-weak-gah-gah to even attempt standing, or staying awake until the wee hours of the morning. Also, I have not been able to get lost and play hide-and-go-seek in unknown farm land . I thank drank’s driving instructor who failed him. I did not take a day long trip with my bffs and bf to another city to stir up shit. More thanks to the driving teacher bitch. No hotel party. I thank all of us for being broke-ass. On top of all of this and the other countless goals that couldn’t be scratched off the sacred list, I have to thank God for giving us the best weather this summer. No, really, those whole two days of sunshine were fabulous.

Tonight, one of the last parties of the summer is taking place. I’ve been looking forward to this for two weeks. I have made my outfit and planned out everything perfectly. Of course, God had to ruin this for me too. For the past two days I’ve been feeling mad sick. Tonight, I have hit the peak of my sickness after waking up sweating, shivering and twitching all at once. After stumbling downstairs and making myself tea that tastes like shit, I’ve locked myself in the bathroom and started rocking my body while on the cold tile, controlling the vomit that was creeping up my throat and trying to say “SURPRISE HAHA!!” all while the song “Whatever You Like” by T.I was playing on repeat in my head just to annoy me even more. I’m determined, yet I’m weak. I’m currently using every ounce of strength in my body to just chill and hopefully be okay for tonight. However, I think God has a different plan for me. I’m crossing my fingers, hoping that I’ll pass the fuck out again, wake up feeling refreshed and have explosive diarrhea and be cured. (Every erect man who’s currently reading this just became limp, their dick curled up inside of them and now they look like they have a vagina.)

So it’s 4:46 now and dad’s coming down. This should be fun. I’m bouncing. See you tonight…or maybe not.

Lol I just scared the shit out of my dad.

I’m on my period

and i wanna be a bitch. Haha.

Okay so i’ve decided that i want to pinpoint and victimize one person for this blog because I’m bored as shit and I wont lie, being a bitch at times is quite thrilling. Anyways, the victim.. Let’s call him “Billy Bob.” I also won’t disclose how Billy Bob has any relation to me otherwise, it may be too obvious… who am i kidding? Once you start reading you’ll know exactly who I’m talking about. I wouldn’t even be surprised if our main man, B-bob checks this blog daily.

There will probably be a lot of people out there who’ll wanna start beef with me because everybody who never actually got an inside look on Bob , loves Bob! It’s easy for people to like him, he gives off this natural cool calm vibe about him that confuses and intimidates you because you feel like he’s always judging you. He’s one with no enemies (except myself) and many followers ( aka complete idiots.) He’s quiet and mysterious and makes you wonder “Hmm, i wonder what this guy does on the weekend?” The answer to that is quite simple. After much time spent with this creature, I have gathered that under his mysterious exterior, he is actually a whiny, sappy young man who has a bad taste in movies, books and fashion. He has an obsession with nudity, being awkward and his member (I’m not kidding.) He enjoys spending his weekends reading books with infinate chapters about nothing, sleeping, and spending endless hours trapping himself in the four walls of his room jacking off for an audience on his web cam during his time as an online stripper. (Everybody reading just realized who this post is about, and probably laughed out loud as doing so.)

I wont say much else about Bob because i don’t care about Bob, I’m just bored and It’s funny. If i really had a bone to pick (excuse the ugly saying) I’d be going off for hours about Bob and his creepy ways. If you know Bob, please approach with caution. He’s a dangerous man with tracking devices. My phone and computer is probably rigged, actually. (Oh yeah, one of those things already is rigged!)

After posting this blog, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bob read it, snapped and “sent his boizz after me to Kill me, guy.”

Congratulate me on this blog while i’m still breathing. Haha.

Naxy gurl.

Names.

Out of complete boredom i’ve decided to research our names and find out their meanings and see if it fits. Let’s get started.

Jennifer:    White Wave.      Origin: Celtic.

Okay. There are two jenn’s in the Ple girls and we’ve decided that this meaning fits us perfectly. Why? Only few lucky men will ever know…

Sarah:       Princess.           Origin: Hebrew.

Haha, yeah i guess this works.. for that spoiled little bitch.  JUST KIDDING> (LoVe YoU BaBy)

Melissa:   Honey Bee.       Origin: Greek.

Mel aka Mink, i wish i knew you better to analyze this meaning. loooooool Jdu, help me out.

Mathieu:  Gift of God.      Origin: French.

LOL Matty, you defs are. <3

Cynthia:  Moon.               Origin: Greek.

lol cyn, you’re so magical and mysterious… looooooool

Stephanie:  Crowned in Victory.   Origin: French.

I don’t know what to say about this.

Kim:   Golden.      Origin: Vietnamese.

Hahaha, this is jokes because on the site it was like, the gender for kim is MALE.  Wtf? Anyways. Golden. For sure, however, when i think of her name i think of the song Kim by eminem and scary anger.

Dominique:  Born on Sunday.   Origin: French.

I don’t know if this fits..I need to ask your mothers.

Nicolas:  Conquerer of the people.   Origin: Spanish.

HAHAHAHAHA.

Asana:   Does not exist.

Ha, sorry.

Photo Exploring 2.

Augh, you can obviously tell that there’s a bit of a dry spell this summer since we’re uploading 90384 posts a day. Or maybe it’s just me. Whatever. I’ve taken it upon myself to go through more photos in the many albums i have saved on my computer and share a little laughter will you all. I already know this wont even be half as good as the previous one, but boredom is heavy and killing time is essential.

The “Pond”. Okay, this place is actually hell on earth. The one night we spent there turned into a series of creepy events that i don’t even want to get into. All i can say is that  i found a pair of tacky high heels tucked under a bench and we kept hearing fucked up sounds coming from this spot right here.

About three years ago, Before even being remotely interested in graffiti, I found a can of yellow hair dye and wrote naccs in a P-lot and looking back on this, i categorize myself as below toy, if there’s even such thing. Fully ashamed.

A little later, When PLE was a new-born child, We started becoming obsessed with writing it all over the place. I now categorize my skills as “Toy”. If Sarah remembers correctly, i only did the “PL” while she took over and did the “E”. Yeah right.

It took us a long fucking time to figure out what this shit in the middle of the park was. Let’s see if you can guess.

More toyness from yours, truly. The famous AUGH face.

This photo actually says: “Shivs, you’re tarif reduit.”

Proof that Dominique Lalonde can manifest herself as the Devil.

I run a prostitution ring in my bedroom and this is a regular saturday night there.

The result of a wind storm and our lameness pre-substance abuse.

If you ever need a quick fix and you can’t find your crack pipe or syringe, go to the Far Park in Texaz and get on one of these and feel yourself live life at it’s fullest.

Always regretted the day after, this is common activity that takes place while under the influence. I’m not kidding, i’ve had women suck my bottle enough times. (Guys, we need more alize!)

As cliché as it is, i’ve left the best for last. Though Hollywood’s job is to make the PLE girls look flawless and dope as hell, this picture tells quite the opposite. After an intense vtz party last year, we enjoyed a gourmet meal at Pierre Patate and i’m sure everyone else at that resto felt complete pity for us. Who wouldn’t? Judged.

Plinterview # 2.

As the Plinterviews continue, A fellow official ple-member has requested to be interviewed while lounging in my over-heated basement while guiding Mario through Super Mario’s World. Not only is
this invertebrate an official Ple member, he is also the official PLE boy and has brought a refreshing new
feel and vibe to the group. Mathieu Pourshafiey knew that he was..born to be.  Let’s begin.

Nax: Let’s just start with a breif introduction. What’s your name, real or fake, and age?

Matty: My name is Matty P, I’m nineteen years old and my fake name is Sexor. (I hope you remember this,
Jaydu.)

Nax: How long have you been a PLE- member?

Matty: Well, i started off by trying really hard by getting them to let me in the group and faced so many
rejections, However, after a strong battle that lasted a whole summer, i finally got to be a member of the group…after one of the members decided to part ways, just like when Gerri left the Spice Girls or like when Lisa passed away, leaving TLC as a duo, so the PLE girls decided to start their own reality show. R U THE PLE GIRL? Basically, what they were trying to do was not replace the ex-PLE member but add a new fun flavour to the team. The competition was fierce and after watching many girls hang up their boas, i finally made it as the official PLE boy.

Nax:…But you didn’t answer my question.

Matty: Oh, what was it again?

Nax: How long have you been a PLE-member?

Matty: I think this august, it’ll officialy be a year.

Nax: So who was the ex-PLE member you’re speaking of?

Matty: She cannot be named, but all i can say is Rest In Peace.

Nax: Alright, Did she have any reasons to leave the PLE girls?

Matty: Well, basically, i guess she was just really bored and she needed drama in her life, and we didn’t have that kind of drama in the PLE girls, the only drama we have in the PLE girls are men and bleeding pussies,and i guess her pussy just didn’t bleed enough.

Nax: Okay, moving on, people have said that the PLE girls are “Paris Hilton Wannabes.” What do you have to say about this?

Matty: Honestly, it’s so good that we have Haters, it shows how big we are. We get so many hits everyday it’s worse than your abusive boyfriend. Really, a part of me believes that the only hater we have that comments our blogs is Didier Bouchard. And Ps, we’re not Paris Hilton wannabes, half of the PLe members are Girlicious wannabes.

Nax: Do you remember how you met each PLE girl and what went down?

Matty: Well, there’s Sarah Dunaj. We became friends thanks to Poli, our number one fan. (Hi Poli!SALB) He brought her to a mo-west party, and the rest is history. Next, Jennifer Dunaj. The first time i actually met her was at March Third. We talked about Diplo, but she was so drunk weak Gah Gah Gah that she doesn’t even remember meeting me. The next time we met (for her, the first time and for me the second time) was at DL Jones’ Peer Pressure party.That night, I also met fellow Ple-members Kimbo and Z-fed. That night also brought Sarah Dunaj and I closer. Then, comes the last PLE-member, also co-founder of PLE, her existence to me at the time was a complete mystery. My curiosity grew every day with every story that the other PLE members fed me about her. Rumors were running around that she wanted to try crack and that fascinated me. Though, I have never met her, she instantly became my idol. That day finally came during my lunch break at Nini’s with Sarah Dunaj. The girl, my dreams, the crack-wanting, the beautiful Jennifer Naccarato.

Nax: Are you hitting on me?

Matty: No..

Nax: Well…you’re feeling up my leg, and i’m not gonna lie, i’m fully aroused. Anyways. Getting back to it.
You mentioned March 3rd. What exactly is March 3rd?

Matty:March third was the best night of my life. It was a house party that i only attended for thirty minutes because the cops busted it…but it was indeed the best night of my life/ I met so many people that night, so many friends,so many connections. (Asana!) I had a blast.WHo wasn’t at march third? Honestly? Whoever’s reading this knows what i’m talking about.

Nax: Now, i’m going to give you a few words, tell me the first thing that comes to mind. No thinking. Just make it automatic…first, how about “On-bus urination”

Matty: Pee-Pee-Tree.

Nax: Pussy.

Matty: Pop.

Nax: Cherries.

Matty: Hoo-Ha’s.

Nax: STM.

Matty: STD.

Nax: Tires.

Matty: Highway Pile-ups.

Nax: Coffee.

Matty: Perculatin’

Nax: PLE

Matty: Parking Lot Examination.

Nax: I must admit that you’re the most productive of everyone i’ve interviewed so far, Why do you think that is?

Matty: Maybe it’s because i’m well informed about this organization… This cult.. This army…I’m not gonna lie, i’m terrified.

Nax: Have you ever thought of starting a solo career, a spin-off of your own reality show?

Matty: To be honest, no, i’m happy witht he group i;m in for now, i can’t say anything about the future, and as much as i like the drama from reality shows , i dont like having my own drama. People judge me enough in public, i don’t need to add things about my private life to make people judge even more, even though i have nothing against me being judged.

Nax:But what about the fact that you’re the only PLE boy? Have you ever thought of starting “PLE-BOYS”?

Matty: Yes, i have thought about it, although, i would never, because i honestly cannot stand men. I’d end up killing myself. And no guy fully qualifies to be a PLE boy than me. If you really think you qualify, message me so we can meet up because i’m gonna have to kill you, so let’s make this quiet and discreet.

Nax: Well that’s about it, thanks a lot for giving me the time to interview you and actually providing me with your own questions…Till the next time…

Plinterview # 1.

Nax: Hello there and welcome to my second official interview. Our first victim goes under the name of “Dranko” who has gathered up all the patience he has left to bare with me for the next couple of minutes. Oh, and feel free to say whatever you want. Honestly, you’re allowed to swear, go off into random babble or just be a boring fuck. Let’s begin

Dranko: This should be interesting.

Nax: I’d just like to remind you that I’m recording every little thing you say from now on.

Dranko: Alright, I figured that much. Let’s get this shit over with, I got a date with my bed.

Nax: Just so we know a little bit about you..What’ your name (real or fake) and age?

Dranko: I don’t give randoms my age. People call me a lot of things. Dranko, Gogangster, etc… You can call me Dave.

Nax: How about your favorite color and why?

Dranko: Green and blue..I’m not really sure why, I just think they’re sick colors but you got some really lame questions.

Nax: That’s the point.

Dranko: Augh, k your interviews suck, finish it tomorrow, I’m going to sleep.

Nax: Shut the fuck up, it’s almost done. Tomorrow, the interview will no longer exist.

Dranko: No.

Nax: So I understand that you’ve requested that your identity remain censored throughout the duration of this interview..any reason as to why that is?

Dranko: Ye, ‘cause I don’t like randoms knowing me, it’s bad enough I know enough people already and I don’t need more people like you stalking me, where I go and shit…

Nax: When’s the first time you heard about PLE?

Dranko: I WANT TO SLEEP.

Nax: Alright fine, you little bitch, don’t forget to rub your crystal before you get a good night’s rest.

Dranko: ALRIGHT, FUCK, continue..

Nax: When’s the first time you heard about PLE?

Dranko: The first time i spoke to you, you told me about it. I didn’t really know what it was though and now i just don’t really care. KBC!

Nax: Right. Have you ever gone out with the PLE girls?

Dranko: Yes, on several occasions… I think they’re attracted to my boys, but that’s understandable..KBC boys are loved by all girls.

Nax: You’re dumb, but okay. On what occasions? Any memorable moments?

Dranko: Hmm, enough times! We’ve abused substances together, went to parties, abandoned schools. I’d say we’ve had some memorable moments…K i’m going to sleep

Nax: One more question..On a scale from 1-10, 1 being Not at all enjoyable and 10 being Extremely Enjoyable to the point of orgasm, how enjoyable was your outings with the PLE girls?

Dranko: I’d give them a rating of “SUPERSTAR”…With their little website and entourage of groupies.

Nax: Superstar? Judged.

Dranko: I don’t care, i’m going to bed.

And there you have it, ladies and gents.

Next time, i promise to recruit a more cooperative and entertaining human being. Sorry Drank.

Ple Uncovered?

Hello there fellow Ple-ers.

Tonight, whilst being under the influence and quite bored, lurking in the shadows of a Texan school, an idea hit one of the Ple Girls that it would be a good idea to commence a series of interviews with outsiders about Ple and their interpretations of it’s history, origin and meaning.

Due to lack of Video equip and laziness, and complete boredom, hours later, I have taken it upon myself to start the very first interview with our very own Ple Girl # 1, Jaydu. Yes, I know I said I’d interview outsiders, but take this interview as one insider to another to give our readers a bit of an inside look in the world of PLE, from OUR point of view.

Let’s begin shall we.

 

Nax: So how’s the summer been treating you?

JayDu: Oh God, I feel awkward. I don’t like this. Summer feels like a blur of work and altered states of mind.

Nax: Sounds fun. Well I should know, seeing as I’ve shared many altered states with you. Okay, so getting right into it, How long has PLE been around?

JayDu: Since the beginning of our existence. Actually, I’m really bad with dates and time.

Nax: That’s okay. If you can describe the word PLE in one sentence for outsiders, what would you say?

JayDu: I hate those types of questions. They’re so highschool quiz show. Ple can’t be described in a sentence! It’s so limited.

Nax: Sorry, my producer forces me to ask those types of Q’s.

JayDu: Oh Nax, that’s a good one.

Nax: Moving right along now, what inspired you (or us) to make the blog spot?

JayDu: A build up of frustration? Boredom? Need for self expression? I don’t really remember to be honest. 

Nax: Anything you wanna say to our loyal readers?

JayDu: We have loyal readers?

Nax: Poli, for one. (what’s up Poli!)

JayDu: Okay, so we have a loyal READER. I’m sure anyone else is too ashamed to out themselves. That’s okay. You should be afraid, we bite.

Nax: On a different note, I recall that when PLE reached it’s peak, probably over a year ago, we got all sorts of attention. Positive attention, for example, people demanding Ple shirts or Ple pics or wanting to be a part of our facebook or myspace groups. Was everybody allowed to join?

JayDu: Fuck no. Somethings are better left sacred. Although, if we’ve already passed our prime… Kidding…we’ll never be desperate enough to lower our standards.

Nax: Agreed. Now, as for the negative attention, we’ve had many haters. For example, people saying, and I quote, that we are “Paris Hilton Wannabes.” What the fuck? Any words for the haters?

JayDu: That’s hot? Haters make me horny.

Nax: Ha! Indeed. Alright well thats all the questions I have for tonight and I bet most of you are still left as perplexed about Ple as you were before you read this. Goodnight.

Female on Female Lurkers.

Deriving from Cyndu Younez’s post about Lurkers, my title says it all.

Her post focuses on natural female to male attraction. Face it, we’ve all done it, just like she explains in her post. We’ve seen the hot men or women on facebook or myspace and have taken the risk to add them or poke them hoping for something in return, and when we see a new friend request by some mysterious hot person(s) of the opposite sex on our profile, we feel all flattered and anxious. It happens, don’t lie.

But…is it only me who feels complete annoyance when you get an add from someone of the same sex who you do not know yet you know the only reason they’re adding you is to look at your profile?

For the past few weeks i’ve been getting random adds from females who i really don’t know yet they’re friends with either my boyfriend, my other friends, or they’re just random. Okay. Don’t get me wrong, i like meeting new people…but don’t add me, and then refuse to answer back to my “Hey, do we know each other?” I feel like i’ve been using that line a lot lately. They don’t reply yet we have like 30 friends in common.

I’m sure it’s happened to all of us. You suddenly have a new boyfriend or love interest or circle of friends and you get their exes and other people of the same sex adding you and scoping you out, taking you apart and lurking your profile.

Does anybody else understand what i’m getting at? Augh.

Listen, i don’t care okay. Add me. It’s fine…but tell me who the fuck you are and what your motive is for adding me. Even if you say “oh i donno, just a random add.” that would suffice. Thanks.

Peace.

Photo Exploring.

Hello there readers. This blog will probably be one of the most annoying, seeing as i will be uploading several photos, thus meaning that all you lazy assholes need to move that floating arrow on your screen to your right and use the scroll bar. I apologize.

So, i was looking through old and new photos and i’ve come to realize that i am lucky to have captured several things. Seeing as i was one of the first people in my circle of friends with a digital camera, i soon became so obsessed with photo -taking that i began to carry my camera around with me everywhere. If this wasn’t so, Some of the following photographs wouldn’t exist. I do admit, however, that some of these photos weren’t even taken by my camera or by me, yet i decided to add them in because they were quite Lawlz. Let’s commence.

Augh, please don’t judge me but i was in church one day … and pigeons started to crash the sermon. They were lost, scared, and they kept crashing into things. They soon realized to follow the light and go with god…literally.

I’m probably the only lucky lasalle-er to capture this one because it was only up for less than a day. This is supposed to be the sign outside of a Car-repair shop advertising their deals and specials. It seems like some ruffians were out and about and re-arranged the letters to write such vulgarity.

It might be really hard to see, but yes, that says “Lost Iguana.” I’m not kidding. I ripped that paper off after taking the picture and it’s sitting in front of me, taped onto my wall. Apparently the Iguana’s name is “Orjanjello”

Proof that my house is haunted. I’m not kidding, there’s a weird figure there in the background, look for it. Sour Dee’z was my witness. (aka Sarah Dunaj)

She’s probably going to kill me for this. But holy shit, remember when Sour Dee’z had an eyebrow ring? (R.I.P)

Augh, Guys, remember the good old days when we used to write PLE on EVERYTHING? Even nature got destroyed.

Yes, there they are, the famous third floor benches which caused such an uproar in the blog titled “Benchwarmers.”

Bedard street is filled with such a variety of tarif (see definitions) people. Dee’zs next door neighbors are apparently holy to the core, that they even have to let everyone in the public know. My plan by the end of the summer is to write “666″ largely, over the holy man’s name and then sit,watch, and wait till they notice.

These are the kinds of places we like to hang out in. Oh, Jaydu, there’s your favorite brick in the background.

This picture is just to let everyone know not to wear neon face paint when trying to convince the cops that “I’m a good person, i swear, i was just curious.”

Me and Mina’s secret love affair revealed, captured as she was trying to run away, attempting to save our relationship from the media and the press.

Though this picture does not suffice, it is to remind us all that we use shivs on a daily basis and to warn us that there are people out there biting our steez. Listen, we’ve seen your facebook albums and we’re not happy about the fact that you too are using the sign, without knowing anything about it’s origins and meaning. We’d highly appreciate it if you just stop. Now.

I want to dedicate this to…Haha you know who you are. Please don’t kill me.

One of the grandest moments in my life. We live out the movie 8mile on several occasions and this is one of them. Lunice Feat. X to the Z - XZibit, 3:30 am, St Laurent.

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Augh, okay so i’m going to stop here because i know you’ll all be fully annoyed. Proot Out Shivsies.