went for an 8 minute superbed yesterday, my body is sore but not burned, it was just long/short enough that i am like brown/red.
we watched alpha dog after top model last nite, it is pretty good, some parts are cringe-worthy, but, still, i would say you will enjoy it. also, it is based on a true story, maybe if you are unfamiliar with the story you should pass on reading that wikipedia entry. i even cried at the end.
hurray i am in a depression spiral right now, i’m gonna meet fil for a late lunch.
riding the train pretty much everyday for the last three weeks, i have noticed many things, one in particular, people have let themselves go. women, specifically, wow. kinda heart-breaking. men always sort of ride the fence when it comes to letting-go, i’m just saying the ratio to babes vs. unbabes intrigued me in a depressing way.
remember when being a yuppie was in, say, mid-90s, it was all about cigars, martinis and pretending you were on allie mcbeal then there was a switch early 2000-2002 when it all changed, the dirtbags claimed it all, work a little, play twice as hard, when all the 9-5er yuppies were breaking their backs working overtime to make their beamer payments meanwhile their ladies are out banging greasy chuck taylored dicks, haha, yuppies.
then there was a who cares period, no one really paid attention to anything and now, i see, it’s back in the hands of the dirtbags, cos these ten-fifteen years ago yuppies are cruising in their forties now, and their faces show it, bodies, clothes, they’ve given up the dream, the spark and joy is gone.
sure they may hit the town here and there, but they seem like caricatures of their former selves, ie. dancefloor at the drake,
this isn’t exactly hard-hitting news i know, it just made me kinda sad for them, no one seems happy, work now, relax later type deal.
i’m happy the way i have it, i will never change, would never trade my life for those who tell me “get a real job” – why? so i can have a mortgage, high-blood pressure and a dumpy ass? no thanks.
one irony is, some of you dudes are yuppies or were, and you hit MY blog daily, for escape, enjoyment, whatever, and some do snap at me and get crotchety and bitter, but why? why should i or anyone be lashed out against for YOUR choice of career and/or lifestyle? i don’t get it.
seeing other people enjoy themselves and the paths they have chosen really pisses some people off, it’s like THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME i guess.
anyway.
i interned for a magazine when i was 17 and commuted everyday from ‘sauga to toronto, it killed me, but i was sort of awed by the corporate world, the professionals, like wow I WANT THAT TOO.
me: they bum me hard and they think that they dont
merkley???: well they love me — but they are so empty and shallow like you think that everyone is wonderful deep inside but its not true they are actually empty and even bad
me: they’re ordinary yet assume otherwise HEY HAVE YOU HEARD OF THAT SONG BY GREEN DAY
merkley???: dangerously insecure and unaware
me: etc so you encountered some last nite?
merkley???: yeah — the newest club here for the yuppies used my photos as the table tops they actually look really good big etc fancy place etc so i’m on perm guest list and i know some of the yuppies but they really do bum me out they are so money driven
me: yes i was hoping for some specific dirt
merkley???: and they all talk shit about each other no last night i just had a depressing epiphany about them all this yuppie girl was trying to climb down my pants but it was only because she wanted to hurt this other yuppie girl i’m friends with they are all so awful even to each other competition — back stabbing etc all about social ladder climbiing
me: yeah they can shittalk their pals easy
merkley???: like they really see people as opportunities as a way to get what they want this one financial guy was there i’ve known him for a while but he really depressed me he only cares about success i was telling him i dont need a dollar more than i have and he was looking at me like i was totally full of shit like the idea was completely foreign to him
me: yeah you tell them something original they think they are the one to jump in and spin it like it’s a whole new idea like buddy today is YOUR lucky day
merkley???: oh man — the lame conversations were one after another last night
me: snore
merkley???: i was really just thinking “can these people really be this shallow?”
me: there’s good shallow and there’s bad shallow like talking about coolness, that’s good
merkley???: the good shallow is funny the bad is depressing and real
me: yeah
merkley???: right caring about cool and fashion is all good fun and honestly its evidence of a good person
me: it’s good to be confident but assuming you have the world in your pocket is this close to mental illness
merkley???: people who care about coolness are givers
me: yep
merkley???: people very concerned with adding to the pile thats why i like fashion kids they are pressing forward the yuppies just STEAL they wait for someone else to have a good idea
me: i know
merkley???: then they wait to make sure its safe then they tweak it a little and file the appropriate papers
me: i love when they tell me something i knew about already like it is inside info
merkley???: yeah way snore
me: if it’s on tv then it’s safe
merkley???: but they congratulate each other on their thefts
me: dont get me started on pink shirts they think they are revolutionary cos they wear pink
merkley???: yeah it’s gross
me: i have heard I AM COMFORTABLE IN MY SEXUALITY a million times is that sewn into the tag of every male pink shirt?
merkley???: ha they are bad people
me: i am eating a banana HEY GUYS I LIKE BANANAS i am walking a dog I LIKE DOGS
merkley???: whoa you admit that?
me: I KNOW, OUT THERE it might catch on
merkley???: you dont give a fuck
me: full-on
merkley???: thats why i like you
me: look out kids
merkley???: BALLS
me: i think i’m going to bring kites back next also yuppies are big on infidelity too, that’s another hateful thing about them
as we were leaving the steamwhistle this chick goes to wendi where are you going wendi says to the kooks the girl goes, the gooks? then we, pitt especially, explode in laughter that lasted five minutes.
ran into sonja, wendi bought me two drinks at a time, i think she was trying to have sex with me.
that guy and fil were wearing the same shirt, have the same hair too. ahha.
pitt as jock, wait, as? pfft.
sorry boys, taken.
oh man you shoulda seen the rejects, there was one where it looked like they were air-hugging, fil deleted it immediately.
hilary duff’s cheekbones got nothing on mine.
i got a big nose, thanks grade schoolers for the complex.
pitt challenges sundin
this is what happens when you get in the way of my shot, dillweed, also, when you have seen last of the mohicans too many times, yes i went there, natives.
so, the kooks, are very young, when the lights flash on theire faces you can basically see acne, kinda hard to take them seriously. they’re pretty good though, they have this synchronized move where they all walk backwards from the mic atthe same time, blown away, i guess they are the new NEW silverchair?
i’m pretty fucking pissed about fil not being allowed to bring his camera into the koolhaus, burn on the band for that one.
fil kept comparing the kooks to zeppelin, i did not think as much, well, mainly he said that when zeppelin started they were the same age the kooks are now, i just kept thinking that the kooks embody every single thing that the guy who turned us onto them thinks he is, and this guy is a complete fucking poseur.
i have not paid so little attention before at a show, not since the second time we saw the killers.
careful, white people dancing, you might lose an eye.
me: there’s a bunch of stupid ones just clinging to the fence
Phil: dont even type that
me: unsupervised im making a joke like i would ever do that
Phil: i know
me: i hate kids
Phil: me too
me: i just closed the door to drown out their noises
Phil: or cut off the smell
me: there’s one that looks like noel and he’s picking his nose right now staring at the condo
Phil: flip him off
me: dressed like a mini skater, albino white hair, kinda like my dad anyway i just noticed how easy it is and i wonder if any kids have been stolen before cos there’s that opening at both ends of the park and the one closest to us is wide open no teachers near it and it is making me nervous for the kids
Phil: im sure they are fine
me: yeah my caring window just closed
Phil: haha caring window
me: yeah im funny this guy from the nxne thing yesterday thought i was pretty funny cos i said i was a full time loser ie blogger and the other guy asked if you were my boyfriend
Phil: grrr
me: and i almost went into a tirade of do i look like someone who would be single
Phil: haha
me: do i appear to be someone who is emotionally balanced enough to not be co-dependent? thanks but i figured they were tired of me by that point
i have so many cramps right now it feels like my period was just yesterday, maybe cos last nite was sober nite my insides are screaming for booze. last nite was the first sober nite i think since my dad entered hospital. yeah.
i was really cunty on the way to the theatre all day long i hadn’t eaten so i was ragelor snapping thinking about food only and i said fuck it i’m caving and having mcdonald’s for dinner i don’t care but then fil convinced me to have a veggie dog which tasted like bland playdoh (looks like it too) and i had to smother it in condiments.
i was pissed off cos my mind had already been made up it had been established that my body was to receive delicious sugar grease and it accepted the fact that an hour later it would crash but no problem cos by then i would be knee-deep in popcorn and coke, anyway, i gave half my veggie dog to fil and forgot about it, until we got to varsity and they are doing construction on the escalators and i said oh great now i have to walk up some stairs to which fil found hilarious.
holy pre-menstrual mental illness.
if you haven’t caught on by now you can just skip this post it is going nowhere.
we sat in the vip room to watch the movie, we do that a lot, people tend to pass up those rooms thinking you need to be part of a club or have millions of dollars, who knows, it’s saved our asses many a time BONUS there are way less people to be annoyed by.
what else can i complain about oh uh?
we are going to this nxne thing tonite it’s a panel-thing with free beer and then we are seeing the kooks.
but i have to get ready to go now. maybe i will forgo showering today so that i can write on my blog more.
we just saw spiderman 3 it is fine ignore all the bad reviews it’s exactly what you would imagine it to be, only high-expectation single fat nerds were all poo-pooing it, it wasn’t magnificent or anything but yeah, passable.
AND i am total crazy pre-menstrual right now and i was not at all annoyed by it, sure i rolled my eyes a few times but mostly, no biggie, everyone can just shut up.
in other important news i just read the words CHICKEN AND BISCUITS and i am all travelocity.com right now booking a flight into la guardia and cabbing to church’s chicken stat, jamie i’ll be there in three hours.
speaking of munchies, queen’s park is still trashed from the little weed rally this past weekend, way to go “environmentally friendly” piece of shit waste of space hippies.
i dunno about you but when i get high, i do not like to mingle with annoying fuckfaces from sudbury and stand around in a park that is surrounded by cars whizzing by mega-fast, i would much rather LEAVE the city and stand near a lake and talk shit about annoying fuckfaces from sudbury hanging out in a park in the city.
just throwing that one out there.
oh yeah i bought the marie antoinette soundtrack, it’s good.
