success! made it to the one of a kind show and sale after all, mad swag bag hook-ups, i couldn’t eat any of the fancy breakfast specially for us media whores, coffee pleased me just fine as well as some chill pills. it was great meeting people who are really pumped to meet you and your brain and mouth functions are set to zombie, i tried my best. i shall share with you this experience shortly. you must go and experience this for yourself though in real life, many great unique finds and you have til dec 7. i hooked up three geezers with passes, it’s the outing of the year for them, so cute and their daughter’s boss said he went in the 80s on acid ahahha and saw all these buttons with funny faces on ‘em and laughed hysterically with his friend for hours and the stall dude kept them there cos the big acid cafuffle was makin’ sales. good business tip, give someone acid and make them hang around your art stall, yeah that’s totally fail safe, nothing could go wrong because acid is totally predictable.

oh and another success the wine fridge went today wheeeeeeeeeeee!

i have been up since 5am with bad stomach/anxiety with no relief, almost got to a point of ok i can lie down without the world crashing down upon me but i jumped the gun and had to sit immediately upright and attempt to blearily read my book with cid staring at me from the other side of the couch.

so many things on my plate today, i am going to try and see how much i can do before sketching out from no sleep.

boy i sure am glad i inhaled matt’s indian delivery on my way out of his place last nite, that totally helps in the stomach dept.

i’m pounding on the door next time and slippin’ this under then going for a walk around the ‘hood, i’m sick of muting the tv and music everyday to monitor this shit, my cowardice shames me as well as everyone else’s on this floor.

it’s sloppy cos i was shaking as i wrote it and i am weak from malnutrition and i could hear him through the wall going at it. i don’t care if his peach pit pupils can’t decipher my writing, for his own good THEY’D BETTER!

should i add a cartoon of cid and i holding samurai swords?

OPRAH’S FAVOURITE GIFTS EPISODE! RIGHT NOW SHE IS BRAGGING ABOUT LETTERS SHE HAS FROM FAMOUS PEOPLE WHO CARES BEST EPISODE OF THE YEAR!

oh wait something more important is happening in mumbai holy fuckin shit hit up bbc cbc cnn whatever yipes. sorry oprah. ah dude time for a lorazepam. screw it back to oprah it is, my wimpitude can only tolerate so much.

OMG!!!!!!!JKBLIUVGLIVG this song!

a song called raymi the minx! go listen to it! fil is mentioned in it too hahaha i’m so flattered! i love these lyrics so much and i am laughing my head off right now and cid wants to attack me. i will make a video reaction of me listening to this song later.

in total, there are now 4 raymi songs out there. here‘s another one, modestly titled raymi. also you can d/l another funny raymi the minx song here by the quadriplegic twelve.

i keeps gettin’ younger! this is like when oprah has some guy on to tell her her REAL AGE and then also her MAKE BELIEVE DELUSIONAL AGE because she eats right and does yoga.

this is not the sweater i bought.

it’s kinda hard gettin’ in the christmas spirit what with the 6 o’clock news bumming me out hard about the economy every nite as i’m trying to paint my face sigh, anyway, last season holt renfrew’s window dressing blew it big time (in my totally necessary unasked for opinion) and 2006 was such an amazing display so this year they made up for the crap what was year’s last i think and without further blabbling here’s a shit ton of photos of it to fantasize to… ps. new yorkers, holt’s is our version of barney’s pps. no i do not shop there bitch i’s broke!)

LOVE the little house with flickering lights, so whoville.

gobs and gobs of detail.

i do not dig on these bald whitey guy mannequins at all, kinda lazy and 80s and creepy.

so cozy!

shoot me with a whimsical gun why don’tcha!

gorge chunky braid.

so overloaded and detailed and crowded, this is a chick mannequin bursting out of a flower, basically.

rotating ornament.

my retinas are on fire right now it feels like i haven’t blinked in a half hour and everything else in the room seems really dark after staring at these blazing red golden hues for so long ugh i’m trying to place them interestingly in jumbled order and at this point i’m like what’s it even matter it all looks the same to me.

miniature house fetish.

and then all my fingers froze off so i went to meet fil and his new spectacles ordering then we went to winners and got weights for wii fat and i bought a new dress i have to exchange cos some of the thread is comin’ out. i also got a sweater fil hates WHAT.ELSE.IS.NEW?

buy this shit! i broke my craigslist cherry. hmm maybe i should have emphasized more on how money isn’t the issue, space is. I WANT THIS THING GONE!

oh man let the funnies begin, the irony of this has me in stitches right now:

I am a professional (internationally known) artist showing in ******, Toronto and San Francisco. Would you consider a trade for an original abstract painting of equal value ($200.00)? My web site is **********

um i think we have enough shitty art on our walls, fil do you want an original abstract painting? HAHAHSHbsdlkufhahahaHAHAha ah sigh endorphin rush thanks lady. you can even see canvases and frames leaning backwards on the floor beside it i think we are pretty good with the art.

this is my favourite store in the world because in it lives at least 8 cats and the owner looks like santa claus AND you can bring your pet to pose with him in front of a christmas mural and he’s dressed as saint nick and is very shy (he is always blushing) and tries not to make eye contact with us even when we are full on gaying all over his cats and have made it perfectly clear we are equally cuckoo for cats as much as he is and he’s the only guy who carries cid’s special (i know) food and fil takes a case of it every few weeks it’s like how we drive back to the ‘burbs just so fil can get his hair cut by his guy. cid has his own guy too. i’m beginning to think more and more that maybe i am not the mental one in this relationship.

aww i think this is the same white cat a year ago, the hair is shorter which means it was cut when the cat was rescued cos whomever had it before let it get all ratty and fucked. what a dick, it is so painful for the cat to have clumps of knots in their fur. here is what i said a year ago about this store/father christmas:

the dude who runs the place we go to get cid’s special cat food looks like santa, err, father christmas, and you can bring your pet for a christmas picture with him, i KNOW! he is a very gentle and sensitive man and a little bit shy too, i’ve been going there with fil for three years now and we’ve only just worked ourselves up to saying hi to each other, so cute!

eightish or so cats live in the store, all abandoned, most are siblings and they all sleep on the various cat trees and bags of dog food, it’s fun walking around trying to find them all then you pet them and get their purr motors going and leave.

WELCOME TO RAYMI’S MAILBAG!

if you want to hire me to read dr. seuss to yer kids i promise i will do better than this.

ok i am ten per cent less miserable now thank you.

!!!!!!!!Blur Heading Into The Studio • We get tired of the UK press’s constant speculation on a Think Tank followup, but this time it’s as official as it’s gonna get: NME reports Damon Albarn has confirmed a full on, Graham Coxon-including studio session is slated for 2009. It’s OK to get excited.!!!!!!!!!!! ahh i feel weepy now and heartsick and happy and jealous all at the same time.