if you want to see a picture of my birthday beaver go here.
if you want to see a picture of my birthday beaver go here.
we watched shortbus last nite and it is amazing there is a lot of wang and twat in it but it’s not too perverse, ok it is but you can look beyond that, especially if you are wasters, but, it is magical and touching and sad and nice and far better than i initially imagined, rent it for reals. you will notice a ton of cameos from toronto scenester kids and that L word dyke, i forget which one, but i am wondering if she hails from toronto and is the same one i have had a crush on since i was 17! weird. anyway it’s a goodie just don’t watch it with your parents! awkward.
the special features are pretty good too, how they filmed it obvs. and how all these people dropped out cos they were worried about their careers and sook-yin lee was backed by the canadian government to do this, at first her cbc job was in jeopardy but then all these celebs spoke up on her behalf and the canadian gov. was like fine, i have a newfound respect for sook now, her body is also killer.
6th birthday party, brother 8th
that outfit slayed!
today it is my 24th birthday and i already want to kill myself.
i hope i don’t try and make one of those drunk-emotional revelations speeches tonite, like last year. barf.
dude, while breaking up w/ girfriend #x i got to hear all kinds of
shit about how she put up w/ me being friends w/ raymi.
the first time she bitched about you i should have known.
you’re literally breaking up relationships across all of north america.
you damn canadians.
i just schooled some first year frat boys, i turned the corner on the way home and three of them were sitting on their roof drinking and one said HEY YOU BOUGHT ME SOME DINNER BABY? i was carrying japanese take-out and a bunch of canvases, i was sweaty and annoyed and i was wearing cool sunglasses, i looked hot don’t worry so i smiled snottily and said HEY HOW OLD ARE YOU GUYS? TEN? and they went all quiet and one said what did she say? another one said she said we were ten and then attempted to say something else to me like we are old enough for you or something, thought better of it and then they stayed quiet ’til i walked away.
what other zingers could i have said?
Artist Interview with Lauren White
I posted it last night and I think it turned out pretty good. It sounds all “I’m the dispassionate media”, but my friends tell me it makes you sound smart and serious, so maybe you’ll like it. It’s just a “this is how it is” from a viewer’s take, so I hope you don’t mind that there’s not a lot of butt-kissing (although there is some of that, too).
Anyway, thanks again!
THERE IS A LADY IN THE PARK RIGHT NOW WITH HER SON SHE IS WEARING AN ACID-WASHED JEAN JACKET FROM 1982 CIGARETTE IN ONE HAND POOR BLOND DYE-JOB KINDA GREY WHISPY LAYERED MULLET OTHER HAND IN HER POCKET LIKE SHE IS IN A MUSIC VIDEO AND SHE IS HELPING HER SON GET UP ONTO THE PARK WITH HER HAND THAT HAS THE CIGARETTE IN IT THIS IS AWESOME. SHE IS ALSO WEARING SHITTY WHITE SNEAKERS THEY LOOK LIKE REEBOK’S.
i love when peeps cannot let go of the rock and roll.
*update, she is still there and i just noticed she has a tiny black purse and it is diagonally across her chest, the strap, totally retro. there is a dude/dad in a suit at the park with his kids and i think the lady is sticking around cos she is trying to pick up.
yes sorry i was happy you emailed.
we have a friend here from the UK, he got here on Monday, doing the good old blogger meet up deal. it is pretty fun…other than meeting Miss604 and her husband at new years i haven’t met any bloggers and sure as hell haven’t had one fly in from England to meet us. these are things that happen to you not a wee vancouver blogger.
i am glad you liked your card. it was fun looking for pictures i thought you’d like.
i know you have some fantastic friends around you but it is just important to me i guess that you know that you are genuinely rad and special not matter how gay that sounds. there are so many jealous fucks out there they piss me off so much you deserve all the good things that happen to you. i hope you have the best birthday! 24 is a good age. i remember i really liked that year.
have a shot for me and rilah or two which ever
theres a guy here more condescending than me
me: NOT POSSIBLE
lucy: i swear
me: how so
lucy: im so passive by comparrision
its his tone
his tone is out of control
me: give me an example
of a situation
lucy: just in the way he’ll go over to someones desk
with his coffee in one hand
nodding at what you say
but then just dismissing it with his voice
saying he’ll do something or fix it – with some kinda weird tone that implies it was all your fault and that he’s going to fix it for you
me: has he tried to do it to you
lucy: and right now he’s doing that to the guy next to me
and it’s like, the dudes job to do that work
its not a favour he’s granting
what does he look like
lucy: he’s polish
very straight and pretty dry
thing is, there’s little left outside of that ego
he’s so full of ego it spills out all over you
me: yeah condescending types typically have nothing to offer
what the fuck does he have to be egotistical about
how old is he
lucy: he’s my age im guessing
maybe a year or two older
me: i think i would get fired i dont think i would be able to bite my tongue
dude DO your job dont act like you are blowing me
lucy: no kidd
me: is he still there
lucy: no issue for me of course, because i have a decent ego, AND, my smile/nod/noProblem act
me: then you write about it secretly on the internet
and then i put it on my blog
i learned my lesson last nite i cannot drink so much anymore cos i do not eat as much as i use to therefore my body cannot take it holy SPINSVILLE. i didn’t ralph though, thank fuck. i crashed on the bathroom floor for an hour in a hundred different positions while cid tried to get me through the bottom crack of the door we totally made eye-contact, he tried to fit his face under the door so cute until there were three of him. i didn’t even drink that much well, sort of, if you consider the amount of food i ate. we went to green room and fil had the curry chicken and i had a couple bites but when he got to the very last piece it wasn’t thoroughly cooked, good thing i didn’t do the dickhead move and eat the last bite, usually i am a fan of that but i had my own bbq chicken to work through. anyway, on the bathroom floor i kept thinking about how delicious the green room curry is and i was trying to make the flavour materialize in my mouth but then i would feel really fucking nauseous so i would stop only to try and taste it again then i remembered the uncooked piece of chicken and figured oh great i have food poisoning the awesome just writes itself.
we are never eating at green room again, according to fil and i am depressed about it. 1. a beer cap was in his hot and sour soup 2. last nite’s chicken 3. we saw rats outside 4. i have seen mice countless times hanging out. sigh.