gonna make it a “thing” now
i invite you to peruse this old news link i was mentioned by, late august, here’s the quote, which has both boggled and amused me since then. had’er saved for a rainy day i did.
3. A little bit of advance-notice fall thinking from local blogger Raymi the Minx, who is a little more self-absorbed than we’re supposed to be in Toronto, and a little less self-aware about the self-absorption than even an exhibitionist fashion-and-fun-times blogger should be, but you know, she’s cool.
errr, ah. what? lets break it down bit-by-bit now here. (firstly, i am honoured to be highlighted in the eye weekly school, love those indie kids, no hard feelings. ever.)
i like how there always has to be a disclaimer before i am ever introduced or mentioned. here’s some chick doin’ her thing but now i am going to slightly skew your experience of her, this is what she’s really all about.
“supposed to be in toronto” ok fine got ‘em there, and me. yes self-absorbed definitely, but i know it, thus canceling out the alleged lack of self-awareness. i’m pretty sure i know what’s going on, dumbing it down is part of my thing, admittedly i can be a little slow when the timing’s good however no scratch that, i’m fucking lost. what the hell did she call me? haha. i strongly feel that i am self-aware to a fault, like, it’s a problem.
basically i’m too self-absorbed but i don’t know it and i’m even too self-absorbed for self-absorbed people, i’m hyperly self-absorbed!
ack.
listen, friends. everything on this blog is intentional. that’s purely it. stop looking under rocks, i’m not an enigma, but how dare i assume you thought that? i just can’t win it seems. there’s always a perception about what i’m doing or why and how it should be, it has to be quanitified, analyzed. pffffft.
and ps. the post referenced in this top ten required reading list was my sentimental emotional regard towards fall, something i love to romanticize in blog-form, in my head. something that isn’t even about me but if i could project a hippie vibe onto a season, if i could be a season, forever it would be fall.
oh and you might appreciate this one more thing, the internet guy was just here and this piece of paper was layin’ out for him. how awkward was it in here just now you think?
nice touch on the diagram right?
from now on i will no longer illustrate blog title notes to self.
guy what the fuck do i wear today?!
that’s my mom and i oct 2004. i miss that house.
and here i am as celine dion, titanic.
and there’s the first time i ever laid eyes on feist. 2004.
fuck yeah that’s what i want to look like today.
and i used to be very skinny. that’s a child size halloween costume over top an entire outfit. why did i make that photo so small and delete the original. smart.
ass burn winter tanning bed, no base tan went whole-hog. wise choice.
and the lines too. ghetto tan.
me at 19? my first pair of old man shoes, i miss them greatly.
That picture/internet guy experience is hilarious. thanks for that! i am dying
I think people are confused when someone isn’t hiding behind layers and layers of bullshit. They assume those layers are there anyway, creating some complicated, paradoxical, impossible person in their minds instead. It’s unthinkable that things could ever be just how they seem…
Wow your mom is hot!
Ummm, by definition don’t you have to be self-aware to blog?
everything has to be a big deal, have secret meanings and deep relations to the universe. didn’t you get the memo?
I like your posts better than ever lately. Especially the older photos and links. I loved those catalog photos. I know what you mean about the hippie fall vibe. I have found a few 70s Fall and Winter Sears and Eatons catalogues, the clothes are so good it’s sickening. My mom lived in a remote place, she says it’s weird now to think of how excited everyone would be when “the catalogue” was delivered in the 70s. On the first day of school she wore the same clothes from the catalogue as other girls, but they had all put their own twist on them with alterations on their sewing machines. That’s how they became friends.
Is that a photo of your ass or someone else’s? When I saw it, I thought, if it’s hers, what’ll her Dad think, and might that piss off Fil? Then I thought, both men have seen their fair share of womens’ asses, in real life, on the internet, in movies and magazines. So they really have no reason to be upset. In theory.
If you want to be “provocative on the internet” then so be it. You enjoy being that way, so nothing should stop you from doing what you want to do. Show your nips, tits and your ass too. Don’t cowtow to whoever tries to restrain your impulses.
I read your blog for your straight talking humour and foul mouth. I enjoy your rants. I liked your posts about the gossipy shrews at the LCBO because I’ve worked in retail for Xmas season for the extra $. Omfg, the lifers at those places are so horrible. Jealous, judgmental, poison people. For one minute, they are transported out of their shit pay job (wait, the LCBO pays well) by denigrating a customer or another employee.
When I experience poor service or a bitch of an employee, I call the company’s toll free number and within a week or two, I get a gift card in the mail. I use phrases like “point of sale” or “associate” when I make my complaint, whatever retail jargon, and it works – try it!
i remember those shoes.
yeah fuckface stole them
lame…email me; i jsut read you’ve moved? where to? let’s hang out soon.