i don’t think i am even going to shower today, i might change my mind. i haven’t looked in the mirror in at least three hours so my memory of what i actually look like right now is non-existant, i’ve decided that i look hot in a dirty lazy scab kind of way and my hotness is increasing by the minute. i want to look sexy tonite so i won’t feel invisible at the strip bar but i don’t think i own anything sexy nor have i in a very long time and right now all i know about sexy is high heels and extra eye-liner.

the fuckhead down the hall is the most annoying piece of shit ever, he has people coming by constantly and one guy is always going through the recycling bin in the alley. i’m wired/tired enough to scream something scarey at all of them. i miss those french people who sound like a romantic sitcom every time they walk in and out of the building.

oh i just realised that this is a different guy down the hall having people by non-stop. so glad we’re moving.

this is really unggggh i shouldn’t have bothered getting up so early now i just want to eat a lot of food. too bad i’m not addicted to soap operas. maybe i’ll work on that. douche bag says what?

tonite we are going to the rippers because we’re gettin’ the f outta dodge next week so it’s the last suburban weekend of debauchery, hopefully i will not turn into a jealous lunatic at the tittysnatch bar. lately as i am adjusting to the crazy pill increase i am a monster and get really sensitive and angry over nothing, and i can’t let things go and then after a few drinks i am like, i dunno, satan.

i don’t know why i didn’t know about this paper before, it’s like the onion but dirtier and funnier in an inside-joke kind of way that is specific to torontonians. fuck yah!

i still think i am a total genius for that grey jellybean post though fil said it could have been funnier like how i initially described it to him, i forgot to go into detail about the simpsons episode about the boogeyman so i will now do that. bart walks into homer’s room and says now dad i don’t mean to alarm you but there seems to be a possible boogeyman or men…. and homer goes AHHH THE BOOGEYMAN! then marge finally comes home from the casino to homer with a shotgun and the kids behind a mattress and a massive hole in the door and she’s all wtf?! and homer goes oh nothing marge it was just a case of THE BOOGEYMAN!

do you think i have mental problems?

anyway yesterday when i walked in to the bar the barkeep says to some dude HEY MAN THAT LOONIE SLOT DOESN’T WORK but i thought what he really said was HEY MAN THAT LOONY SLUT IS HERE, referring to me.

this hilarious moment was made possible by the canadian dollar coin, _the loonie_, just in case you americans are like whuuuh?

Dear Lauren,
I finished reading your book yesterday. I like it.

I’m Mike Long–one of the editors you mentioned who tried to get you to write for a publication but ultimately didn’t get anything to run–no offense. I’m in Washington, DC, and we swapped emails back in the spring about all that. Anyway.

I think you have true talent as a writer, and for several reasons: You don’t hold back about what you’re thinking and feeling, you are candid about what you have been through (the toughest kind of bravery, that), and you have somehow come upon a rather new style of writing that I do believe has a place in the world. Other people have tried (and will try again) to knock out prose in this kind of casual tone, but they all end up sounding lazy. Somehow yours holds together in a different way, and for reasons I don’t quite understand. Maybe you’re working hard to sound that casual, or maybe (and this is the one I’d bet on) it just comes out that way. I am pulled in by what you write, and obviously a lot of other readers are, too. I can imagine you doing great things with your style and your voice (two different things, I believe)–probably, and as you point it, out will be a matter of finding motivation or reason to discipline yourself to do so.

So please know that at least one writer out here–I make a living doing it, so I can claim a little authority–believes you have a future as an author, if that’s what you want.

As you note, a lot of people–probably most people–who have had the traumatic experiences you have had would write about them and romanticize them. Not you. You make it pretty clear that being clinically depressed and dealing with mental illness in its overwhelming-ness is not conducive to creativity, let alone happiness. I think that’s an important thing for a person to know, especially someone like you.

I always wondered how much of the whole Raymi thing was a hopped-up, literary version of your real life. I tend to think, having read your book, that what you write is pretty much who you are. That’s impressive, but it also makes me hope even more that you find some permanent satisfaction and peace of mind in your life. As much as one can know about a person from their writing alone, you seem funny, sensitive, smart, knowing. That can be a fun kind of view to have, a fun person to be. I hope that part is more you than the sad part.

I’ll stop here. I always love hearing that what I write connects with a reader, so I figure you feel the same way–and that’s why I’m writing to you.

Good luck with whatever’s next, and I’ll keep reading your blog. Write another book and I’ll buy that, too.

Merry Christmas,
Mike Long
Washington, DC

you wouldn’t like me

there’s a war inside of me
do I cause new heartbreak to write a new broken song
do I push it down or let it run me right into the ground
I feel like I wouldn’t like me if I met me
well I can’t stop talking for fear of listening to unwelcome sound
and you haven’t called me in weeks and honestly it’s bringing me down
I feel like I wouldn’t like me if I met me
I feel like you wouldn’t like me if you met me
and don’t you worry there’s still time
there’s nothing to live for when I’m sleeping alone
and I wash the windows outside in hopes that the glare will bring you around
sunshine is days away I won’t be saved I know all the words
I can’t say that I’ll love you forever
I won’t say that I’ll love you forever

tegan and sara