time for a shower, yay it’s raining, AGAIN, not like we haven’t had enough rain in toronto this week!

thanks matt for ruining the only good picture. ungh the sting of shame from all the dumb shit i said to dave foley is still fresh so i’ll save those gems for another day if that’s ok with you. dave if you’re reading, i’m a lot smarter in real life, and by real life i mean outside the world of live shows and 2 in the morning boozefests, you national treasure you (fil cringed when i told him i said that). thanks for hanging out with me longer than necessary though.

beast from montreal.

nxne mascots.

bv3, i saw them open for pulp at massey hall when i was 15, they were so awesome and humble and let me and my dorky friends hang out in the alley and watch jarvis do sound check through the door and they waved up to us a lot when they were on stage and we were up in the balcony anyway, they’re a lot less humble now. cheryl i want my signed pulp cd back NOW!

what’s up guys?

setting up for the mmva’s, the new kids were there!!!!!!!!!1111111

hi wendi!

oh yeah we went to the riv to hang with radmad and craig’s sister, blew my mind, she’s awesome. radmad was railed from all day drinking all over toronto touristing. bumped into jeanette who now has platinum hair she was amped on redbull, was worried the waitresses we left a shitty note for last time we ate there would be working, they weren’t. maybe they got fired?

i’ve never seen tiff SOOOOOOOOO drunk. in fact all these squares we see out throughout the year who normally take’r easy, they’ve been ripped all week long it’s awesome, bizarro week.

dave knows an astronaut who lives in manhattan beach, he says tom hanks is ahead of him in line to be blasted into outer space. i bring you the hard facts people. i told dave i would enjoy rubbing it in the face of my dad and brother that i met him tomorrow (today)(happy father’s day dad!)

another first! matt + water.

hi alex dewiest skin ever. we looked through all the pictures of her cat on her phone, vids too. chicks be cray-zee.

ok time to go home i’ve had enough. oh right, redd kross were perfection and their die hard fans are fun to watch.

not one comment while i was gone you guys are so mean! ok i take it back, erin did her commenting homework while i was shakespearing this post, just in the nick of time too.

went to the VICE party, name wasn’t on list, was cool enough looking to get in despite that, i know i rsvp’d i got a bounce back email saying name was on list, feh. two drink tickets, two vodka sodas, got a free copy of vice at least, kinda lame party cos everyone is too cool/insecure to chat each other up well ok i blame it all on me being a shy loser because yes if not for that there’da been line-ups to say hi to me. god toronto lighten up!

saw s-nicole and she showed me her rad bicycle accident scab i rifled through my bag to get her a unicorn band-aid, couldn’t find one, i know i put one in there yesterday cos i remember thinking that it would jinx me into scraping something. she was wearing a oh nevermind i’ll just show you this picture:

total babe right, babes make me say the dweebiest shit to them, thank god i’m not a dude. her blog is pretty dreamy, all fashion and romance and epic loftiness, quite fantastical, i stalk it. you can’t comment on it though. oh wait i just looked up lofty and turns out that’s kind of insulting, i mean the good part of lofty, and besides it’s like one of her favourite words, and i know this, because i stalkread her blog.

anyway i’m here killing time for a bit then i’m off to more all over city madness, i called gill, she was supposed to be at the drake, she answered the phone sounding like she had been brutally beaten up or kidnapped and hoarse-sounding in a closet, i think she was just sleeping finally. i feel like i am stalking gill cos i get updates from fil of her nxne activities and we send each other cryptic txt messages that are all warbled one-liners. oh man so many stalking admissions for one post.

saw some C-lebs, talked to no one and no one talked to me. i muchly enjoyed the 40+ yuppies in summer attire getting turned away from the patio private party on my way down, that part was worth the west end trip alone.

i love your face oh so much.

riza if you wanna hang-ten tonite call meeeeeeeee. radmad is down for it.

zucket‘s take on last nite’s post, which reminded me of you know how you say to your bud as a joke i dare you to say what you just said to me about that genius over there, i dare ya to say it to them – well, this chick does it! note to self do not dare sass to do anything, EVER. i almost fainted when she went over to this chick with a stupid celtic spiral tattoo who looked over her shoulder BACK AT ME nodding and smiling like an idiot at them and i had no idea what they were saying and obvs it made it look like we were shit-bagging her tattoo, which we were, but she wasn’t supposed to KNOW that.

oh and her video, fil should have ran after us to capture more. i like the hoser who liked us.

don’t we look like nice people!

that guy’s back was sweaty and rubbed up against me ew.

right now i am listening to u2 in my underwear and welcoming more bitterness into my heart because it reminds me of driving up north to the cottage, WHICH WE AREN’T DOING RIGHT NOW. i am going to wear my cupcake puff dress this afternoon, i don’t think i like it as much as i did when i tried it on over all my clothes at winners when bunny was here, so i’ma wear it and sweat all over it and see how many compliments it does and doesn’t garner, then i’ll make up another tickle trunk outfit for tonite.

fil scratched his heel with one of his lethally sharp toenails in his sleep the other nite and he is using up all of my unicorn band aids on the wound, it’s pretty gnarly. payback for all the times he’s knifed me with those fucking hobbit-worthy beasts. what else did fil do oh yeah last nite he used my umbrella FOR HIS BAG while sass and i got drenched in rain, which lead to an introductory explanation of fil’s self-servingness to sass. oh wait, that’s MY bag fil is currently using for his camera/lense etc. anyway i love you fil don’t ever change just as long as i can blog about all of your filisms forever.

broszk7owski and fil ignored us and talked about music and cameras as usual then i snapped at them to shut up and talk to us which within two seconds turned into more music talk like ahmahgad there is more to talk about than live music, like, lets talk about current events like that unicorn they found and other shit on gossip blogs, i ruined that discussion fast cos of every news tidbit matt brought up i said OLD OLD OLD so OLD it was like a real life email zinger i fire off to all you’s guys who send me stuff off the wire i saw infinity times before you already. i can’t wait for more conversations like that. then as i got up to go pee matt started another music related story and i inquired about who the dude was he was talking about then quickly said NEVERMIND I DON’T EVEN WANT TO KNOW. matt says from now one everytime i open my mouth he’s going to say that during my stories. i’m sorry if i don’t find music conversation interesting, at all, unless it’s hot juicy gossip, don’t even bother.

and with that i’m off to more nxne.

next on this here blog will be a long boring tangent about the retards who sat beside us at dinner last nite, whom in large part have inspired me to weed the word dude out of my vocabulary forEVER.

cos she called us sluts when we rode up to the dominion on sass‘s bike, she tried to deny she was calling US sluts, yeah right, i apologized for over-reacting cos i felt bad about her fake chanel earrings/purse get-up (and she was wearing slutty heels too wtf hypocrite) and she was kinda shaking from getting up the courage to confront me (too much time had passed between my snapping back from her slur proving her guilt), anyway, she tried to get all tough being like yeah you SHOULDN’T over-react like that, yeah um did you or did you not just scream SLUTS at the top of your voice into the street? i regret apologizing now.

so thanks to my screaming out at that chick fil and i had a little “debate” about it on our walk home, yeah thanks a lot scag. basically fil thinks when someone screams slut at you you should aggressively ask ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING TO ME before calling them a stupid ugly little bitch. i told him in fight world you don’t have time for that, you have to immediately match and then TOP their insult, which i did, then you wait and see. if you walk away un-scuffed then you win, which i did and i did. i made an educated guess and quickly sized up this chick before reacting. if i had played it the way fil thinks i should’ve that would’ve given her a chance to deny my asking if she was “fucking talking to me” and then i wouldn’t have been able to tell her that she was 1. ugly 2. stupid 3. little and 4. a bitch.

then i got mad at fil for second-guessing my judgement and basically forcing me to apologize on the spot i even picked up her plastic smoke case she dropped! fil is the type that gets madder about the situation ten minutes after it happens then wants to go back and fuck those guys up, and by then it’s too late, fight window closed.

the morale of the story is, if you are a drunken retard and you shout something at another group of people on the street, don’t be fucking surprised when they (me) react.

all my life i’ve been told i have a big mouth and that one day i’m going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person, no sorry i’m not an idiot, i know when to shut my trap and when to open it as well i know that this theory applies to people with lesser intelligences than i and they do not know when to shut up.

that being said, when i do speak up and tell someone off i always immediately regret it, no matter how right i was for doing it, i basically feel guilty all the time, bleeding heart syndrome. it’s a toughie like, do i say something and help this person learn from that mistake or do i let some future meat head sort them out?

took awhile to figure out how to double this guy.

back in time now, pissed rain off and on all nite long, inside every venue it was a hot steamy mess. some genius on mdma chatted me up.

oh then another sad thing happened, a wickedly drunken abandoned by his chums old guy would not leave anyone alone at the tap and you could tell he was regretting his actions as and immediately after them, made me really sad, but as wise sass said, something like, it’s not fun for us that he does it and not fun for him either, sounded smarter last nite, and in different words.

steam pit #2 oh fuck it was brutal and i didn’t even watch the show (fil ran over to shoot it though) we only went there for a post last call bev (extended nxne hours), why lee’s do you not turn on the a/c? brosk7owski says it’s so people drink more.

if i was a performing artist forced to play in that shit i would throw a wicked tantrum, there is no way i could be on my a-game with make-up and sweat pouring down my face and a bunch of BO babies gathered around me.

grandma’s shirt, ex bf’s dad’s belt, you know the rest…

fuckin’ so emo today

i was trying to look as sad as possible, i PROMISE tomorrow there will be nothing in here about

sadness
barfing
shitting
ear bleeding
bruises
hurt feelings
crying
complaining

basically there won’t be anything here tomorrow cos that’s all i got!

all i’ve had to eat today was two handfuls of yogurt so as you can imagine i’m feeling really smart right now.

click to enlarge the magic.

excuse me i just stepped out of a party tornado.

my body is covered in bruises and totally sore from dancing, and need i not mention that the floor was empty save for pitt and i?

magic. i kept asking dj nasty nav if we were embarrassing and should stop, to which he said no we were all he had!

he should not have said that.

a couple even pulled up A COUCH and dragged it to the edge of the dance floor to better watch us and not because we were so you think you can dance entertaining. more like, ungh, i need to invent a new word for this type of dance. maybe two words, FUCKING AWESOME.

me: how dumb did we look

Phil: surprisingly not too dumb

i’m waiting on some photographic evidence from fil.

oh right! part of my necklace is gone too, i took it off cos i am serious about dancing and threw it onto my purse. oh well.

i am on the balcony right now hello wireless

the crazy old lady next door is on her balcony too, in a snowsuit, pacing back and forth i guess she’s agoraphobic and this is the only way she can get exercise, she does it all the time, i can hear her sandals scuffing away. way to buzzkill me lady, thank god for the divider between our balconies. there’s some sort of last day of kindergarten party going on in the park right now and all the little monkeys are partying away, this woman keeps yelling out ONE TWO ONE TWO ONE TWO ONE TWO. ann-oy-ing. i can see moms with their mom purses chit chatting, all the little girls are wearing sun bonnets. cute. the lady is moaning in agony or something and out of breath please don’t poke your head around and look at me. i might put my bikini on though it’s a little overcast, we’ll see. yeah right i’m going back in!

oh one more thing, pity party me: WE COULD HAVE GONE AWAY TO A COTTAGE THIS WEEKEND but we can’t cos of nxne (fil is the official photographer for it)

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-UUUUUUUURNS

god i need a city break
i need the wild
i am a wild animal
excuse me i have to be bitter for the next ten minutes

update: i just had some yogurt, my outlook on life has chillaxed a bit.

oh but now my ear is bleeding cos i picked at it too much
i take back the life outlook chillaxing comment.