tell your brother to be good

can’t tell you how viciously enamored i was with this thing.

dreeeeeeeeamy. so xiaxue. sass and her roommate faith and i have half hour xiaxue discussion pow wows at least thrice weekly.

went to this new japanese place on church last nite called goo guu. apparently there is no literature about it available anywhere online. once the meeds get a hold of it you will not even be able to get in. it’s like a roadhouse tapas style set-up. brilliant. they all scream hello at you when you arrive and leave. so cute. so many sakes to try, and shooters.

pretentiously misleading-looking from the outside. far from it on the interior. in the interior?

kinda a write-off day so i’ll add more to this post as i get my shit in order. lots of emails to go through and things to catch up on. rearranged furniture in room with britt yesterday. got some under bed storage things. my clothes are just retarded, i have too much. i am getting rid of a ton of shit with no more sentimentality that’s it, this shirt i wear once every 3 years is fuckin’ outtie.

went to the spoke club after dinner and had a fun time bullshitting with the bartender, hi matt!

kind of a ridiculous outfit. i hate that that mini cardigan has a slightly xmas-thing to it. i love red, i love red dots, i love red dots on tiny black cardigans. i don’t like christmas in february though. also i need some suggestions for work appropriate feminine shoes that also mesh well with winter climate. flats?

the laziest way to get people to talk to you is by wearing a toasted marshmallow pomeranian on your head. these two (blasted)(respectfully so) chicks came by and one let me take 50 pictures of her in it if they email me they shall receive them. it was like the deaf leading the blind leading the fucking wasted trying to explain to her how to pose. pretty funny.

the national post just emailed me for an interview request, apparently i am a notable city celebrity. lately i’ve been meeting lots of new people, or they’ve been meeting me via others and when asked what it is that i do, blogging, they’re like no really, WHAT does she do? um, nothing? it’s not concrete. there are fifty possible responses. it’s a relief that i have a “real job” now which also makes the whole super fucking famous blogging title even less believable. i find it’s the mid-thirties + set crowd who don’t “get” “it” but why would they? this wasn’t exactly available to them when they were the age i am now.

i’m a loner, dottie, a rebel.

then when the words BOOK and WRITING A comes out that’s when ears turn off.

yeah rubens, things like beating off in porn theatres when you were my fucking childhood hero? i forgive you completely.