to be a shithead or not to be a shithead. BE A SHITHEAD.

you’d think a blogger would lead a post with the most enticing photo of the lot. newp. not i nor here. lets check out how tired i looked yesterday and how much i don’t have eyebrows anymore.

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that was my punky brewster gym outfit. i had planned to blow hundreds on a new ensemble at lululemon then i couldn’t be bothered. one day soon though.

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here’s a shot of me from eyeweekly doing enter sandman. i was like one of two people who got to sing karaoke before the system went retarded. set the bar high check my sweat stain. i’m uploading the video now it’s super huge so it’ll take awhile.

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costume change one. i was gonna do the dress all the girls want but then i thought it would be too oh my god look she’s wearing THE DRESS. maybe i’ll wear it tonite instead. rushed to grab two nice bottles of wine for dinner with family skid rat. i dunno why but i’m posing more and more like my dad in the face in pictures these days. they call me little duncan.

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we are staining some shirts with elderberries. melodie is a witch. for real. not a hippie, just a witch. we hate hippies. melodie is always making potions and weird things i walk on by the kitchen on my own journey and she’s like here taste this, puts whatever the fuck in my mouth and off i go on my quest jacked on weird shrubs from a forest garden in the middle of nowhere.

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i was on the fence about dolling the crap out of myself last nite or just goin’ skid. skid won out. i feel like maybe if i make more of an effort it’ll do me a bit more of a solid in the “making it” world you know, look the part, be the part, make something of your life. nahhh.

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and then there was this. co-ordinated shithead uniforms.

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we were blasting metal and fighting. getting pumped. punk practice.

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i think i can take melodie in a fight. she’s pretty strong but i pump iron. i had her in a nice little headlock, she was sort of resisting it. lucas went to grab the camera but the battery was charging. i don’t think i am ever going to grow up.

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my legs are so baywatch. we wore matching wool socks and her vest was orange, my sleeves were orange. combined we make sense. apart, who is that fucking rainbow?

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we need to film a movie in our house. i tried to throw a balled up tshirt (out of sheer laziness) into my room once from down the hallway. impossible cos the hall snakes and slants like a labyrinth.

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the expensive wine justifies the trash. i have a pic of the other bottle don’t even ask me what it’s called though it was lovely, a pinot grigio. i try to go as dry as possible despite chardonnay tasting better and sweeter. the less sugar i ingest the better i’ll feel the next morning. ahh ok found a photo i took of the other wine bottle.

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i am a legit wine snob now too. this shit is not cheap.

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i gave lucas a complex about his shoes. are you wearing those shoes? yes why? are you from the forest? they actually go with our outfits. he changed them in the end. melodie and i can be pieces of shit to lucas we made him go get us a chocolate bar. i said specifically no choc orange or choc mint. he brings back choc mint. ate some anyway out of spite but yeah, get it right next time.

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garbage pail meets cabbage patch skid raymbo bipolar bright.

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this is what someone screaming FUCK YOUUUUUU looks like.

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here too.

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here i am forming the word FFFFfffffff-uck.

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then i am walking away to go slam dance with a chair.

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then i changed cos i felt like i might want to boyfriend hunt and i don’t think boyfriends want girlfriends what look like truck drivers. please excuse the house mess we are in-transition from being cold and being hot as hell house.

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yup this is the one. unfortunately my crazy needing to change made melodie have to follow suit meanwhile lucas is like come on assholes. he was waiting downstairs and we forgot about him he comes up all huffy i’m all would you prefer to live alone and have NOBODY to wait for? melodie at the same time is all you don’t understand the mind of a woman. hahahaha.

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yeah yeah yeah.

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perfs.

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then lucas tried to convince her to not wear my white leather and i told him to get fucked. whenever she looks super hot he makes her dress dumpier. fat chance guy stop cock blocking us.

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charlene the mean babysitter. pay up.

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sometimes photos just need to be blurry.

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fiiiinally made it out of the house. that party went til 4am so we didn’t want to hurry on over.

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it’s ok guys i’m here now let the good times roll.

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we definitely got the dance party started. everyone was standing around bored and awkwardly not sure how to make fun happen then we full throttled and showed ‘em how to do’er. i think i punched melodie in the nose or in the eye. both probably.

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we literally made that party happen. well lucas did. cindy and reg worked on (made?) fubar 2 with dave (terry) and they live below us and we all practically live at wrongbar (know those guys well) so two and two is four there’s your film fest party you’re welcome very much.

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i don’t even know if terry is single. i was too gonged to try and sniff it out and i didn’t want to be an asshole and force myself on someone just so i could say i made out with terry cos i actually respect the bro. he’s a filmmaker eh, smart guy, talented.

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deeeeeeaner!

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this is about the time i slipped away. some people were talking about a royal york after after party getting more booze ugh no thanks i can barely keep my eyes open anymore. i love when “somebodies” try and play “somebody” with you and they have no idea who you are like dangling a bottle of vodka and a hotel room is supposed to inspire or motivate you to jump through a hoop for them or something like guy do you even know how much i can already make my own shit happen at the snap of a finger? cute whatever i know it’s always good to throw a blonde groupie-looking type into the mix but i really needed to peace out so that i did. thanks gill and nav and everybody that party killed. more footage to come i need to shower and prepare for fancy dinner review tonite, i am taking britt out which reminds me i should eye up the menu beforehand. here’s some pics from the ratatat show david took. just when you’re recovering from one bender ten more wash up on the shore.