so i had an ultrasound yesterday (everyone who follows me on twitter knows this already so get on that scene if you want to know my up-to-the-minute stupid thoughts and activities) and it went well, the technician was nice and laughed at all my dumb jokes esp. the walk of shame line. anyway, everything is fine up in thur i’m thinking it might just be super bad timing plus maybe i have a funky thyroid like, why else would i be so sensitive to hot weather all the time. makes sense to me as i’ve always gone a little nutzo (sad, mad, glad, bad) once summer rolls on in like sigh it’s warm everyone is miami beach and i am a fucking loser, basically, even since i was a little kid what the hell right? so who knows, i can’t even see my doctor til next week (she’s on vacation) and i can’t get my records either.

where was i oh right ultrasound, this time i was properly prepared i drank a litre of water an hour beforehand, maybe more than a litre out of paranoia the litre wouldn’t be enough thus making the ride there totally uncomfortable, practically unbearable. fil in solidarity with me held in his pee too. aw, um, thanks?

when i got there the woman at the desk said i could release some pee to take the edge off, handed me a styrofoam cup and off i went to release. oh man it’s so hard to stop yourself once you get going, like trying to stop niagara fucking falls yeah good luck with that. then i went back to the waiting room and watched the pregnant woman who was seen before me haul on a cigarette in the parking lot while her partner and toddler waited in their hot steamy car. ahh, meadowvale. i tried to take her picture but a dude came in and blocked my view. honestly, why even bother having an ultrasound at all if you’re going to undo all the positivity of keeping preggo appts by polluting your fetus anyway you piece of trash. so disgusting.

so then it was my turn at’er. before i was dildo-wanded she did the abdomen check and everything looked totally fine, i even got to see what that foreign object motherfucker looks like inside of me – basically it looks like a sad looking puny tampon. i hope you’re reading this on your lunch break.

then it was magic wand time. she asked if she could insert it herself which confused me i was like uhhm, how else is it going to get in there? she said some people like to insert it themselves. WHAT? WHY? that’s so weird. this whole experience is awkward enough as is why the hell would one want to push it even further? ps. thanks for the ten thousand visuals of women on this bed plugging themselves in front of you. ugh.

then we got to see the inside, all normal, no cysts, i saw my ovaries well i think i saw them, i pretended to at least. i’m like what’s that? she’s like that’s your right ovary. oh ya don’t say, mhmm hmm yep yep and those are follicles? are those ok too? holy man my sex ed is a little dusty. follicles are those things um i totally just forgot actually hahahaha cells or some other word hangs out with follicles in the uterus and um, shit happens.

so full results in a few days. no crazy jumped out at her, i asked her opinion on my iud predicament and she was like you know, not my specialty and i said yes i know you’re just the artist, gesturing at the monitor. she barely laughed at that one wtf work with me here you just violated me! oh and she had to push down on my stomach a few times cos there was gas getting in the way of her work. no i didn’t let one go it was the metamucil working its magic. oh man this is so boring recounting normal events i wonder how i ever had the patience for it before. meh.

after that fil and i shared some jerk chicken next door and i felt self conscious about my sweat stains so then we went shopping.

i had to buy a new tank top, went to the h&m at oakville place. haven’t been inside an h&m in a looong time. it was nice to see they are recycling prints from 8 seasons ago, stock that just won’t sell holy just donate it already.

this yellow number is actually a pale fluorescent yellow and i got it from winners, along with a dress and a black t-shirt with a rainbow peace sign on it and flying doves. skid hippie. the shoes obvs came from h&m.

i made it through the day w/o under-eyeliner warpaint. fil didn’t even notice. he did notice everything else about my makeup was f’d up though. guess how that went over.

the five pounds i put on (more like 4, i got issues) i have chiseled off by eating better so no more snacks the next time i try and order a pizza or chinese out of laziness or you make me i will say do you plan on wearing a bikini this summer cos i do. the end. so who knows what the f is up. stress is definitely one factor.

finally tracked down some edamame. don’t ask anyone in a suburban supermarket for it, they don’t know what it is. also, don’t ask them when you are dressed like a wizard, either.

fil saw me holding this guy and got jealous. no biggie. DON’T GET ANY IDEAS!

here is the post from when we first ate here and i called it inevitably going under aaaaaand anyway, i was right. for some stupid reason they took what i ate off the menu, how can you e a chicken place and have no quarter chicken plate? fil says the article about them read that it wasn’t for lack of customer clientele whathaveyou cough*bullshit*cough. i wonder what the next piece of shit restaurant on the corner of this block to fail will be? can’t wait! second time i went to cluck bla bl alba.

ok i feel like a total dick now – owner has cancer. still though, this corner is crap for businesses. i bet it’s cos of all the AA meeting skids hangin’round ‘cross the street with their coffee cups and cig butts.

“it wasn’t scary, it was just abnormal.”

oh will you just look at this obscene strawberry for a second.

terrible, absolutely.

drunk birthday pitt

totally so much more but i gotta put up the new shower curtain. we aired it out all nite on the balcony. i think i have a shower curtain problem.

so i went there.

caught in the act of bossy. whatever, as if fil isn’t bossy and a half himself. try him.

ultimate fat day suit.

close-up. i forget what pitt’s opinion of this was – something to the tune of he’s seen me in plenty of crazy get-ups but this one tops ‘em all. he mighta reference being a city folk too i forget. pitt, by all means, let loose. (soooo many drunk photos/vids material of the guy too haha).

seriously everyone should wear one of these things, especially in the annex. i dropped into outer layer to grab a gift for pitt and who should be there but granny garbanzo, grindl, of the big comfy couch fame. had i not been wearing this kaftan i am 100% certain she wouldn’t have pointed me out.

i was actually floored to meet her and confessed that i kinda watched big comfy couch beyond the appropriate age one should be watching shows like that and she said everyone says that. GOOD.

Raymi Sings Is This Love? from Phil Ogynist on Vimeo.

the quality of vids fil‘s camera takes is increds. watch it in full screen if you feel like it. (bottom right corner button in the vid thing)

guys i think i’m finally going to bust out the peacock kaftan today, for the first time on ontarian soil. it’s pitt’s birthday party in the ‘burbs (we’re late) i’m sure he will be amused by it and by now he’s gotta be half in the bag anyway, the thing started at noon. ha.

goddamn it’s raining all over my bike at gill’s. havin’ cab ride home regrets now.