I was on a long drive last weekend and my ipod spat out a song, and through the whole thing I was thinking of you and your current state of affairs. Not sure if you’ve heard it, it has a degree of cheese but I had to send it on to you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfOXJrn9vrw
It reminds me of you in that she’s in a space of contemplation, understanding that although things are fucked there is a way to start all over.
Much love and watch out for those gangs of underage suburban cool kids…
Hey, I’m sure you get a ton of messages and I’m sure the positive ones all say the same thing. For that matter I’m sure the negative ones say the same things too, ha ha. But I guess I just felt the need to send you something myself. I know we don’t know each other, though I’m sure it’s still nice to hear nice things, I hope what I say holds some merit because I do mean it honestly and I’m actually a pretty awesome person, in my own little world, that isn’t as big as yours obviously, but still.
I just wanna say, your hair looks BEAUTIFUL!!!! That colour and length, I am inspired to start lightening mine…but maybe after I go dark one more time, ha. And also that despite pretty much never reading your, or anyones, blogs anymore, I skimmed through after seeing you change your relationship status and I am also inspired by your strength and ability to say all you’ve said in such a mature and elegant way. That may sound funny but, just looking briefly and not knowing much of anything, you seem changed, more eloquent, more honest and bare (if that’s possible) more whole even.
I went through a horrible break up earlier this year, I hadn’t even been with him a year but man on man, he was the one. Even now knowing all that I know, coming out the other end and realizing there was nothing in him that was meant for me, I still struggle. Every fucking day I struggle, but I think what you and I have in common, and probably others, is seeing the beauty even in the struggle.
Stay strong and I hope I’m in Vancouver the next time you make it over! xo
if i sound like a dumbass tomorrow during my talk at ryerson it is because i have been up to the following (achievements) o’re the last 36 some-odd hours.
tying my shoes. no just kidding this was i don’t even know when ago. ahh november 11.
oh look there i’m at it again! so here’s a little known raymi fact. i have over 50 questions to somewhat prepare answers to for tomorrow and they pretty much replicate every single thing i have been asked before ever so i’ma make like wing nite and wing it. (is it that obvious i don’t have friends anymore to bounce this shit off of?) point is, here is a stupid piece of information about myself that no one ever bothered to ask before regarding how i learned to tie my shoes. i taught myself how to tie laces when i was ok lets say 4, 5, anyway i tie them like a 5 year old basically cos of that. two loops, no over under the mountain and through the woods crap here – it’s fun to see. i also taught myself how to snap, thanks to that i snap backwards. i can’t at all snap like everybody else. ooh guess what my next raymi video will be featuring?
i was quite busy spacing out to pirates of the caribbean at world’s end last nite. can you even try to ignore how long and lustrous that hair is?
and talkin’ mad shit. made a pretty wicked salad.
this is what high iq thinking looks like and for once this isn’t a weed joke. (i’m putting myself in a weed jokes timeout). how greasy does your nose feel looking at my sheen there haha.
found a better soap dish. so when the queen comes we’re all set.
mom dropped off two tupperware containers full of xmas crap because apparently i am 1990’s style her now. i made this when i was 13. ON MY OWN TIME NO SCHOOL OBLIGATIONS WHATSOEVER. yeah i was a cool one for awhile there. i blame fear street novels.
doya think tinkmeister has a boyfriend?
then i had to oversee some electrical installations.
oh whatever it was the only place in the house where i could lie down and burn out with dignity.
today i was pretty much psychotically depressed with a delicious sprinkling of massive period cramps on top.
worked til ten. i actually did stuff. WHAT I DID.
tomorrow i will wake up at the crack of crack and pre-drink for prepare my talk.
remind me (you guys NEVER follow through on that shit) to tell you about the lesbo at the mediterranean resto we go to at least once a week. so bizarre.
pictures of my dad’s cat who now looks like a poodle rat to come. i’ll try hard another time to bring back some quality posts. i’m writing a book right now you guises! ps. it’s my blog’s anniversary on nov 28 is that nine years or ten? nine. right. feels like 30.
welcome to Dinner & a Doobie nite (that’s mine stamped it just made it up!). oh wait, that was yesterday night. ok well it can be two nites. FINE. seven. nvmnd. fyi my mom is HATING on the arijuana-may okes-jay ig-time bay what? just be happy they’re not acid jokes. bigger picture here, please.
WHAT’S UP 1.00 OFF HAM AND CHEESE QUICHE!? SEE YOU IN MY STOMACH!
drenched in dazzlingly (that is a real word!) sodium-bursting salt.
hot calabrese you dirty whore who’re yer friends?
pad thai michelina’s 2 for $2.49? DUH! put four in the cart right now. (they’re pretty weak to be honest)(only 6gs of fat though).
see you soon second dinner!
update: second dinner was comprised of an range julius from the mall plus poutine from new york fries and two meatballs from dad’s house. oh and a shit ton of white wine/oj. believe it.