i’m wild-eyed i think cos this was shot the day i ventured into my old naybe to collect my stuff. that was a rough day. also it was raining. this was pre-breakupsplanation blogging so this actually has nothing to do with (for once) breaking up on the internet, just purely coincidental. i had told joe a little bit about it (splitsville) when he arrived and he was like uh do you want to talk about it on camera? um no! thanks though news scoop. anyway, he wanted to use more of my verbose footage insights but yeah, short news clips are how it goes. we will be doing a feature sometime in the future though.
the lyrics to this USS song are hilarious. makes me laugh my ass off if in the right mood.
Stationary robbery
I stole your pen, so you can’t even write again
I took your HB, 2B and your sharpie
Your protractor set, laptop and PC
Now you can’t write, nor can you type
Let’s just say your office supplies are really tight
You can walk and talk, but you can’t use chalk
I’ve even got your blackboard on my jock
I cock back your stapler with my hole punch caper
The Grand & Toy bandit cause I’m their paper clip taker
Stationary robbery
I stole your pen, so you can’t even write again
Finders keepers
3 ring binder weepers
Death to your desk, I’m the cubicle reaper
No ethernet, no internet, no email, no
Actually I saw your modem in an old box at my yard sale
Frustration
You lack a power point presentation
No pointer, no laser, just a pencil with a wore down eraser
I own your paper, stapler and your hole punch
And while I robbed your office
I even stole lunch
Stationary robbery
I stole your pen, so you can’t even write again
dear aunt raymi
I had a dream about you last night. I’m sure you get that line alot. Sorry. I think you were at a family gathering of mine with a friend of yours. The pseudo funny part is that Brad Pitt was also in this dream, and I dropped everything to talk to you and only you. Gay much?
Anyway, I’ve let your blog influence my life for a couple years now, and I’m ok with that. I think I grew my hair out because of you. Ok, no. Not really, but maybe. I consider your blogging an art form. you’re such a strong, beautiful woman, and I greatly admire you for that. With all that’s going on in your life, I just wanted to share that with you.
If you ever come to Chicago, I want to know and be your friend for an hour or more. We’ll get Mexican or Chinese food cuz that’s my diet.
Now it’s time to do my dishes or something like that.
went to a rock store last nite and was amused to hear them listening to the new tegan and sara record. amused because one of the chick employees had a tegan and sara haircut. i was smirking the entire time about it. secretly. internal smirking. reminded me of this: watch clip 4. sidenote: can you believe i haven’t seen real tv in over two months? i can’t get over how much i used to watch it (evenings) can’t say i miss it. maybe some shows but yeah, real life is better.
ok that’s enough investigative journalism reporting for today time to get high, drink more coffee with cougar cream booze and vacuum this fucking place. i just picked up a mountain of dog hair from along all the kitchen baseboards. impressive and sick. no wait, c’est amusant!
wax accident. i decided to blow out the tea light with the melted wax liquid still partying on top. red everywhere. smooth. looks kinda neat horror show, some wax on the necklaces too. not as good as gill’s red nail polish explosion all over her white bathroom though, inside toilet too.
red morning. couldn’t manage to get one non-blurred out shot.
go get a pair then come over and we’ll play devil sticks in the backyard! there are 4 others, all smalls. don’t throw them in the dryer mom!
oh look i’m on mtv! trying to figure out how to rip this and upload to vimeo so i can embed it here. nerds help. (it also airs tonite at 6.30/11.30 if you felt like watching it on television for some reason).
It’s funny, I was thinking about how this Tao Lin guy; as far as my limited understanding of who he is and what he does, he reminded me of you. Except he has some published stuff in magazines (i have published stuff in magazines too), and lives in New York, and I think it’s mostly publications in New York that give a shit about his writing.
I remember reading about his books, never his blog(s?) and maybe an excerpt from the Shoplifting from American Apparel one and thinking…I wonder if Lauren knows this guy, and how I knew about you before I knew about him.
Seems like you’re both coming from the same family of writing (whatever that means). Also, I believe you guys are the same age.
Anyway, come and visit soon. Also if you know of anyone looking for a short term furnished room, let us know. $530+ hydro/free internets. Parkdale.
Regarding haters, Toronto eats its young. I’ve been here ten years (holy shit) now Lauren, and other than ****** it’s not working for me. You’re lucky though. You’re good at what you do and people flock, whereas, I’m good at what I do and people sporadically appear.
We’ve never really been able to create that sustained growing crowd (want to be our publicist? ). Still hit and miss, and quite frustrating. My favourite thing is, “Oh, I’ve heard of you guys”. Anyway, fuck it. Insert cliched Toronto not appreciating rant here.
There’s a high possibility of moving back to Vancouver. Help my mom out with my sister, healthier lifestyle, more time to write, etc. It’s crazy to think how young we were when we met.
wait’ll you see these babes in full-on action (pissed i didn’t take a decent picture of them last nite). so comfers cozy (appys!) they’re like pajamas. stoners are smart they’re like all i need to do today is put on pajamas oh bonus i slept in them, there, done. day complete. almost bought one of those hippie yarn beach shirt things, used to have one as a teenager. it’s all coming back in guys. sorry to break it to ya.
which one did i pick? (they coil to your wrist, so elfin forest princess lord of the rings live action role play awesome).
now i miss woodstock. go visit grasshopper imports and buy your dad a tie-dye shirt. or a pan flute. 1134 Hwy. #6 North, RR#2 Hamilton, Ontario – Phone: 905-689-4079 they’re so nice there too. i’ll be going back in the summer to play some hack, maybe some devil sticks who knows, eat a soy burg. whatevs. there’s a HUGE property out back, markets, hippies for acres. go have a nice weekend drive. worth it alone to take photos in front of the wall.
i’ll put up the rest of my pics later though if you want a sneak-peak now here‘s the set.
