i was just thinking about the last time i was at h&m at oakville place and i was looking at the cheap 7.90 shirts and i had two shirts slightly different shades of grey and i asked this girl who had piles of i dunno more glamorous shit in her hands and i asked her what shade of shirt i should choose and she chose the one i didn’t want and i asked why did she choose that one and she goes i dunno and i hold up the pants i was going to buy beside it and asked if it was too matchy and she said yeah i guess so. i bet she thought i was a dickhead, why would i ask her advice if i already had my mind made up? also you are not suppose to talk to strangers when you are shopping cos then it emphasises the fact that you are buying shit you don’t want or need or even like which is counter-active to the zombie spending money therapy.

have you ever been to oakville place? it is mental, like rodeo drive in a mall, little slutty girls everywhere with their dad’s credit cards and everyone is checking everyone else out, and the cougar mothers barrrrrrrrrrf. it feels like planet biodome california, like the hills, i swear, everything is like that these days. tube tops, hair extensions, wedge flip flops leave me alone you are not on your way back from laguna fucking beach!

progress, this is called my pain canvas, fil and i got in a fight one nite and i wrote all those emo sayings on it.

paint is still wet, have yet to re-do the sharpie outlines.

it’s really hard to focus when ugly little kids are slamming the universe in the park when the windows are open.

this will be finished a quarter to never, you can call dibs on it if you want.

me: I’M TRYING TO DO SOME PAINTING BUT THIS LITTLE KID IS SLAMMING A ROCK OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AGAINST A POLE IN THE PARK AND I AM THIS CLOSE TO ASKING THE ADDRESS OF WHOEVER IS WATCHING THE KID SO I CAN GO TO THEIR HOUSE AND SLAM A ROCK AGAINST THEIR FENCE A THOUSAND TIMES LATER ON WHEN THEY ARE HAVING DINNER.

Phil: uh oh

me: RAGE
titall killed my painting mood

Phil: titall, eh?

me: totally
i meant
ha

Phil: tits
i mean
totes

me: i changed my mind i cant have spadina gardens
i have to eat the ********** at ******* tonite

Phil: ok i am fat anyway

me: AW
dinky!
baby
you are adorable
THAT KID IS STILL SLAMMING HIS FUCKING ROCK
LOUD FAST LOUD SLAM SLAM SLAM
GO AWAY
NOW SOME OTHER KID IS DOING IT TOO
WITH GLASS

Phil: it is a make raymi crazy conspiracy

me: IT SOUNDS LIKE CHAINS ON MY BRAIN
I HATE CHILDREN DIE
the women watching must be super hung or on tons of tranquilizers
theyre just sitting there all calm

Phil: pills man

me: everytime my finger touched a paintbrush SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM
how ironic what i was working on is called my pain canvas

Phil: haha

me: what time do u want to go to the ******* i invited aimoo
she said she is back d/t from work around 6.30

Phil: oh ok i dunno i wont be outta here till 6 anyway

me: ok 7ish

Phil: okish

me: vice guy emailed me
im going to work hard on it all day tomorrow and write it all
i am too annoyed to think right now fucking asshole kids