last nite was a monumental success, it was busy all nite long, i made a speech (more of a three-liner because i started crying) my bar tab was free and the snacks too cos they were so impressed at how packed it was, i sold 8 paintings, one to a cool chick who just came in to party with her friends – i plan to have another party at the end of the month, a pick up your art party, no biggie, likely on the 30th.

i just spoke to my dad he said that i get the emotional crying during speeches thing from the welsh side. i stood on a mini ladder behind the bar, they turned the music down, i said thank you all for coming, gesture to room, then it felt like a roller coaster coming up my throat, i said it means a lot, then i started choking, wave the air in front of my face and said i didn’t prepare anything because i knew i would start crying and then as i said that i started crying, bunch of cameras snapping to my right, then i say fuck off to all of them or something like it and stood down. i didn’t even get to thank katarina (who is single) for helping me hang everything yesterday afternoon which was the point of saying something in the first place, as well as thanking the crooked star.

i hope i never win anything in the future ok that’s not true but you know what i mean, this is why i hide indoors with an internet connection.

thank you everyone for coming sorry if we didn’t get long enough face time, or if i talked too much, and about stupid things.

my art will be up for the rest of the month go look at it, it looks really nice and the regulars there couldn’t stop complimenting it, they said it was the first original stuff they’ve ever had up and the best (and other nice things) makes me wonder what the fuck they’ve been hanging there (sorry sweden ;)).

what else oh yeah pictures, so hung. these are fil‘s fotos i took barely any i was such a manic piece of shit, if you have any good ones of me email them please, if you have bad ones, DESTROY THEM.

mabel bought lindsay lohan, doesn’t even read my blog, just like that. my speech really moved her i guess.

jen

all my homies came!

zeesy and i are going to make an art trade. i was like uh i have a crush on you and she goes i have a crush on you too raymi and i had to go make it creepier by INSISTING that i had a BIGGER crush, i was klaus daimler from the life aquatic with steve zissou unnngh.

my aunt (mom’s best friend) bought my stiletto painting.

sucker

sandra, my friend since kindergarden, bought my red shirt painting.

hi emm!

brad has a sister!

henna has a mad crush on my mom.

even sheena‘s in there somewhere…

rannie came and shot me for his my toronto includes… thing he does, 2 in 2008 i am.

thanks for the wine allan, and thanks gill for the champagne, and thank you wendi for more of that hair conditioner.

Dear Raymi,

Fabian Parusel

wtf there isn’t even vagine on my blog?

oh yeah when i cried everyone rushed to hug me which made me cry more, it made me feel good, but it still made me cry even harder, then radmad told me she was proud of me and i started crying AGAIN. i know, it’s terrible, i’m terrible.