i meant to bring this up before but forgot until just now, i was practising a conversation in my head in the kitchen that i planned to have with jamie and deb and the word ALBEIT was going to be used in it and then i got extremely pissed off at myself for the nerve of such a thing attempting to push this pompous word on my friends. but now i sort of want to use it anyway cos i imagine it will be a hilarious moment though probably not they will be like oh just fuck off.
lise mentioned GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH so i googled it and now this day will not be over until i have one in my mouth thanks lise. i showed that picture to fil and he was all THANKS A LOT etc.
my bank card has been compromised awesome cool timing y’all! how lucky for me i get to add replacing it to the last minute things to do before i leave list thanks world!
today i will be visitting a psyche ward, they’re trying to form my cousin, she is having a nervous breakdown, she’s manic, delusional, paranoid etc. sigh. i will try to convince her of this and also that no her university is not conspiring against her. luckily i have a wealth of personal psychotic experience so i know the right things to say but still i don’t want to set her off.
psyche wards make me anxious and over-protective (though i don’t think there is such a thing as “over-protection” when it comes to a family member in a psyche ward) of the person i am visitting cos you know they’re in a delicate vulnerable state and easy prey to be manipulated by the other patients. rule 1. do not give your phone number or address to other psyche ward patients.
i tend to hyper-focus on my outfit too, i don’t want to be too patterny or “stylish” cos yer always one print away from being perceived as a lunatic. the nurses always scrutinize you and you can tell they are wondering if you are a guilty-party responsible for this person’s unhealthy state of mind and it brings me back to when i was formed and how much rage and contempt i had for every nurse and doctor and i go back to the time where i half-strangled a nurse, amazing the things you get away with in the cuckoo ward.
it is also family dinner sunday at fil’s mom’s so i want to play dress-up and wear my new white polka-dotted tights wow what an asshole i am see how i just made everything about me?
this post is about cob’s. you may recall the post i wrote about living in the annex back in november, to refresh you, basically everyone who lives in the annex thinks they came from the shire and act accordingly which is i dunno, drum circle pan flutery flax seed oil purchasing hemp sweater outfits wearing BULLSHIT and now with the new cob’s bakery addition to bloor i think it is highly suitable and i love that the stoor-front is uber tiny so all these obnoxious annex types are crammed in this little space together, forced to bear witness to each other’s annoying gayness hahaha i thrive off the suffering of others but not bad suffering like aids i much prefer the littler things like two annex strangers out-annoying one another and fighting for the attention of the cashier so they can buy their lekkerbrot HIGH SEED RANGE loaves.
high seed range ahahah ok moving on.
i can’t decide what is more annoying, bay street yuppie types or whimsical annex nerds. at least yuppies don’t ignore the fact that they’re yuppies, you know, they own their bullshit whereas annex peeps have this inflated sense of flakey self and posture like they are all laid-back go with the flow types when they SO aren’t you know the second shit goes down they totally will lose it and throw a tantrum.
i guess they’re just grown-ups that never grew up, had privileged childhoods and boomer spill-over benefitting from their parent’s generation, and are now destined to ride their bicycles along bloor every nite like ghosts. there should be a video a la queen street man but focused on the quintessential annex dweller.
i dunno why i can’t let making fun of the annex go maybe it’s because of the guy i dated when i was 16 who was 29 and he was this type and i was too young to realise how lame it all was at the time, he was trying to mould me into a granola hairy armpit girl. he was also gay i’m pretty sure.
in other news, fil has taken to wearing a blanket for an outfit i just turned around and said WELL AREN’T YOU ATTRACTIVE.
i watched my super ex girlfriend, and it is crap, but good crap. i even found myself crying at the end, i know, loser. is luke wilson dumb or just stoned all the time or does he just have a dumb-thing going for him? the way he talks is all great build-up and then nothing phenomenal comes out if he were my friend i wouldn’t have the patience to listen to him WHAT WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY FUCKING SAY IT WRITE IT DOWN AND GIVE IT TO ME EVEN AND I WILL FUCKING SAY IT FOR YOU LUKE WILSON GOD! he was a pretty big boner in royal tenenbaums though.
i finally got fil to see super troopers. that movie is still hilarious. if you want to talk about your favourite parts in my comments with me i am ok with that. i like when the one cop goes WHO WANTS A MOUSTACHE RIDE and of course the first scene where the guy in the back eats all the shrooms and pot then the cops say ok now you have to smoke all that reefer and he says in a tiny voice please no. he should win an award for that, i think. super troopers makes me want to be a cop so then i go try out to be one and the cop manager is like why do you want to be a cop and i say because of that movie and he goes you want to be a cop because of that cop parody movie that is 1000% inaccurate? um i don’t mean to be rude or anything ossifer but DUH. i think i would be a wicked cool cop. crooked obvs. but still awesome. i would be a cross between martin lawrence in blue streak and bruce willis in 16 blocks with a sprinkle of will ferrell in jay and silent bob strike back.
ooh there’s going to be a super troopers 2. nice.
yum.
raymi: do you remember the first time we said i love you?
fil: do you?
raymi: i asked you first.
fil: ha you don’t remember!
raymi: neither do you!
**thirty second silence**
raymi: i’m sure it was a nice moment.
fil: i’m sure it was.
click for larger desktop wallpaper wank-off version. notice what i am holding and you can also slightly make out a photo of my nana and papa dressed as santa/mrs. claus on the tv haha.
i must say i was quite unimpressed with yesterday’s episode of the facts of life. here is a shitty synopsis: this princess attends the school who is a runaway from other various boarding schools, her parents neglect her bla bla she’s basically blair warner the resident rich snob whose parents also neglect her anyway, this princess chick is all set to run away again cos that’s what she does and there’s this beautiful predictable build-up to when one might rightly assume blair would catch wind of this princess runaway bitch, take her aside and be all I UNDERSTAND YOU and how lovely and cheesy that would be, and does it happen? NOOOOOOOO.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
NoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOO
fuck.
it ends on this campy everyone awake in pajamas gathered in the kitchen note. totally not fair.
i wish i was alive when this show aired originally and that i was a writer on it, producer, something, it would still be airing today i’m sure.
the end.
