some guy was just in here alone with me checking the baseboard heater thermostat, i was given no head’s up about this and it is so totally bath day so i was extremely greasy but trying to be aloof about it meanwhile greasy so i did a lot of casual poses and sauntered around like i was very very busy meanwhile his hands were so dirty, coal miner dirty and THEN he got really chatty because i was doing my BE ALOOF performance (apparently v effectively) so well he mistook me for some person who enjoys small talk – panic. when the super’s wife arrives with a maintenance worker she sticks around which i appreciate but this time it was the super who showed up with the guy and then CLOSED THE DOOR TO THE APARTMENT leaving me alone with him.

i am reading steve martin’s the pleasure of my company right now and it is bringing out all of my wonderful ticks and neuroses, great book really.

when they buzzed the door i thought it was finally going to be the showdown about my feeding the squirrel, i know, it is one of ten thousand of my worries, every time i hear people outside the door i imagine them holding pitchforks and burning stakes with a warrant or some kind of document, signed petition whatever. i was thinking oh great i am going to have to defend my right to feed a squirrel looking like a greasy black eyed acne factory BRING IT and then i promised myself that from now on i am going to shower first thing in the morning before i cruise the internets. yeah right. oh and meanwhile there is a pile of torn up english muffins all over the balcony.

i did tell the maintenance guy that the people in this building are obsessed with the heat and he agreed cos they’re all old then i made him turn down the thermostat before he left i said hey can you make it less humid in here then stopped myself from making a seinfeld del boca vista florida reference cos i knew i’d bugger it up and then we’d get forced into a conversation again.

i should write a guide to agoraphobia.

now it is time for wii fat.

um please do that and film it then mail me a copy, thank you. FAP FAP FAP.

so say IT fool! though i bet you my blog if you do you will never see that kid or parent ever again cos parents outright refuse to take any responsibility for fucking up their kids based purely on their insecurities as parents, which is sad and frustrating to witness.

sigh, this was just last week right? i don’t understand people who put the effort into mailing a “secret” such as this on a personalized crafted postcard, i mean, i have piles of shit that should have been mailed months ago, like, actual important things so if you’re going to go to all the trouble of mailing a postcard can you at least make your secret a good one? is that too much to ask? basically what this “secret” tells me is I AM LONELY HERE IS MY EMAIL ADDRESS PLEASE EMAIL ME SO I CAN STOP THIS ARTS N CRAFTS LONER PARTY OF ONE. im serious, not even trying to be mean here, put your email address on your next postcard and i will email you!

when i first read this i totally thought it was sent in by a woman and i had a funny visual of her with an entire fucking bottle of lotion shoved up her twat and i was v impressed. this is still pretty funny though, albeit a tad gross but whatever, yuppies need relief too, if all of them took care of business solo in the john there would be less extra-marital affairs and all around explosive office psycho tension i reckon.

easy on the L’s there my AL-anon candidate, i’m happy you feel better confessing this and actually think you kind of deserve to rip off this louse. if you’re going to stick it out with someone who loves booze more than you that’s your choice, it’s a stupid one but still, i think you should both get help.

?????? so? and what’s your point other than you just wanted to brag that you are 1. anorexic and 2. a self-proclaimed intellect. combined, the two most self-important pieces of annoying shit ever I’M VERBOSE I HAVE FOOD ISSUES FUCKIN’ LOOK AT ME! loser.

totally agree even though i don’t believe in god or heaven, there is only this world and if you are a piece of shit in it to animals i will hunt you down and tear your face off then phil will chain your ankles to his spoiler and we will drive to the burbs for sunday dinner with you.

BAHAHAHA HA HA ha haha

aw

i do not believe in karma at all, i do not quote karma, i do not give quarters to homeless people with “change for good karma” signs. i do believe what goes around comes around though which essentially is the same thing, i think the stigma the word karma has is the issue, it brings to mind the image of dirty hippies crying and eating leaves.

anyway lady, i can’t wait for the mourning over your little zygote postcard. pfft. you deserved this so hard because you said you yelled at your bud, that’s disgusting.

wow what are you a post on my blog? how insightful. if this is the only secret you can come up with that is pretty, pretty sad. you are obviously reaching out but you need to work on your game BIG TIME. oh and i go through a ton of tp, do you think that will make me new friends now? F.

you and abortion hypocrite should be locked in a basement together.

still stressed oot of my mind, in a funk etc what else is new. my hair is wet and half crimpy from a braid in this. that is all.

so good mike.

don’t think so, it sure is small.

this actually got me in the holiday spirit, how cheesy.

please do not laugh at my tissue paper collection featured prominently in the bottom left corner of the shelf, i keep adding to it and forgetting it’s there when it is desperately needed for presents.

new favourite pose, i’m good at winning myself over.

just waiting on this stupid video to decide to process, maybe cos i put the word slutty in the title youtube has to really consider if it is approps. guh. so stupid.

one more ours jam to get stoked on for tonite, i was buzzed when i took this so i tried to make it as mystical as possible, brad makes a little appearance in it too, it was during that magic time time between day and nite, blue black sky, oh yeah i hear they call that dusk or whatever. sigh summer, actually this is from spring, and as i type this it is snowing.

last nite’s nerdfest was pretty fun, everyone seemed blasted and talked as much as i do. basically i joined a messageboard that mostly everyone slagged me in for a couple years and now they’re all shocked, half hating, half loving my inclusion so i decided to crash their fest with fil and took pictures of everyone for safe keeping. remember, raymi began her online presence as a messageboard flamer and anyway i like fogies and socially awkward shithead drunks, guess what, cool is out.

another reason i went is because i knew people wouldn’t think that i actually would, so yes spite factored into it as well as adding more fuel to the fire, these guys will talk about this little gathering for at least a year+ so i think it was a sound investment. oh and as predicted, the ones who talk the most shit about me in the threads had zero balls to approach me. the former frank magazine guy was there too and apologized for putting my fat half naked photo in his now defunct publication i know he didn’t mean it, who cares and not one person bought me a drink, cheap dicks. til next time!

check the mad stink-eye from the dude behind me hahahaha.

you can come join the fam at lee’s palace tomorrow nite for OURS! i am so pumped they’re playing lee’s and not the el mo, so happy. this is what i will look like, i’ll be goin’ flippin’ bananas, it will be a grand time, so hop along my little wieners and dance with me. ahh it’s weird to see the apartment how it used to be arranged, bizzarro world!

i just remembered that fil was sitting at his computer desk behind me during this and i told him not to look at me at all so that explains some of these insecure dance moves.

check how light my roots are.

LA cuckoo bananas memento key chain come necklace.

gettin’ there.

smiling with my eyes tyra! oh and my lips too. fil was looking at me.

we are going to an exclusive nerd gathering tonite so i am dressing like a wimpy babysitter. ha it’s just coincidental we’re crashing this fest, i love dressing like a tool for all occasions.

sometimes i’m not so agile, i hike it pretty up there, oldest probably about 40 something.

don’t worry, true to form with every teeny compliment comes a teeny snub. i can’t help but notice the emphasis on still in pretty good condition.

i did something weird to my picture viewer screen thing, the border is all white, no maximize/minimize icon, or arrows to cycle through, nothing, help me fix it back!

i have just confirmed SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 for my art closing party (phew) so write it down in your little journals ok. hey dweebs this time i gave you a weekend to work with here, you’re welcome.

SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29

at the central – The Central is located at 603 Markham Street in Mirvish Village. (south of Bloor Street and 1 block west of Bathurst Street). We are a two-minute walk from Bathurst Subway Station.

same place as before.

time to be announced, oh and the evelyn room will be playing too!

if you bought something you can pick it up this nite, if you didn’t you can bid on something, yes, there will be a silent auction for some pieces ya cheapskates and there will be some new ones to choose from as well as the regs i’ve been trying to unload for aaaaages. heh.

SEE YOU THERE!

ahh so lilo there is such a thing as too much muff.

bought this for my niece. i find if you have the chance to pick up a gift you should just do it, bit by bit they add up and the burden of the shopping season is less intimidating.

bonne fête mon amie mystérieux! <3 <3