missed you like a hole in the head
hey gong shows, how’s your news? i made bangs yesterday. they don’t look as shitty today. i feel annoyed at myself for doing it but then i remember why i did it and quickly get over the self-loathing. so what it’ll take ten minutes longer getting ready? so what i have to wash them everyday. so what i look like a fucking beatle now. i was sleeping, that fitful sleep where you can’t stop thinking about what you will be doing upon waking up. deep anxiety sleep. in my head i repeated to myself bangs haircut bangs haircut bangs when you wake up you will have bangs oh what an idiot. so i did it. way to ruin summer.
by nite’s beginning yesterday, kamila and i on our way to see a movie at scotiabank after a long full day of shopping.
olympic hockey game nite. dragged my ass late to the central, picked up forty dollars worth of baked goods from futures (underwhelming) and sat on a pew wedged between everybody sweating sketchily hungover, then once a few sips of sapporo hit my lips hay-o drunk town.
very touching to take it in crammed elbow-to-elbow all yelling and cheering and sigh, nationalistic hard-ons.
breaking these in nicely. i’m a size 8 on a fat day. i think winter shrinks your feets up.
listening to the city celebrating, helicopters overhead. pleasing feeling. i’ll blog the majority of this day tomorrow, have far too many pics piled up.
i love people’s reactions to the couch room. is this someone’s house? is typically the winner.
in love with desolation. i remember working at the hardware store going out for butts and staring out into the grey mississauga joylessness thinking one day soon i will move to toronto and my life will be so glamorous. now i stare into city greyness, but it certainly isn’t joyless. wherever you go, there you are. wow i love craft beer in the afternoons can you tell.
obnox. will be giving a talk with casie and sean the day after st. patrick’s. cool scheduling hahah. come see me in action.
i had a modestly-sized cheese empanada to start, kamila had this enormous corn pie. i helped her out but holy burrito, gratuitous much.
this cat simply did not give a fuck. solid. i fall in love with everybody draped along this coffee spot patio so much so i dread walking by it. no idea what it’s called and if you tell them i love them i will so KILL YOU!
i’ve taken a picture of this wall a billion times.
kam has gorge eyes. eating in a chilean resto following their earthquake made me feel a little sheepish. sigh. oh well, my favourite wine is from chile, they are the only guys who use the carmenere grape and it is the only non-local wine i will buy (stuff it hippies) so i’ll go get a case to show my support. done. problem solved. saint raymi, out. (did i give anyone a pretentious wine boner? good).
duuuuuuuuuuh.
you’d still hit it, right?
ha curling sweaters sign in the background and in the background of that which you can’t see were two igloos spurting maple syrup out their tops, and the smell of bacon frying.
love this kensington gem. i think they import their stuff from japan. it’s a hodge podge of vintage and screen-printed hipster shirts. i bought this one.
but not this. one, because we couldn’t figure out what it said and two it was basically a nightgown and i am too old to do kooky, i think.
but never too old to do teenage boy music nerd who gets laid never.
new sandal kicks for spring. it would be nice if i had the wherewithal to get myself some feminine shoes.
sorry but, i’ve seen cuter. try again assholes.
stop flaunting.
oh bloody christ we get it already sunbeam beautiful moment in time.
get out of my face what are you a chocolatier, are you the candy man can from willy wonka and the chocolate fucking factory!? ok joke window closed now, promise.* (*promise not guaranteed)(hi stephy).
great scene, must go back to pick up dudes. if kamila would stop talking for one second it might have happened. nah kidding, i feel like she’s gonna be a great wing girl.
incredible mirror back there. massive.
stereotypical urban street shot. open the window and let some of the casual out. one guy in the market was all i didn’t know god still made angels (lame i know) and i said yeah well, HE DOES. granted he was likely drunk, crazy, and homeless. or quite possibly all of the above but still, his eyes were totally working fine.
i’m going to get a pair of cherry docs to piss off my brother. he had a pair. i had them in blue. i remember when he got them from rock ‘n tees in oakvegas, we got in the car and he told me to shut the fuck up or something and i was like oh you’re a tough guy now that you have docs. then we wrestled and squabbled til my dad screamed at us to cut it out. i wish i could go back in time as a body builder and pulverize my brother or at least have equal strength. one of my favourite stories is re-telling the time i punched him in the head a few victoria day weekends ago. he pretended it didn’t hurt. such a liar. my arm was sore for days. i so connected.
no i do not want to talk about it i didn’t get them. i forced myself to get brogues instead. couldn’t buy two pairs of shoes in one day. i know i would get more out of the wallabies but still. next week maybe. if i own one more pair of natural looking cozy cutesy man shoes a forest will come up and strangle me for ripping off their style.
gorgeous. so oliver twist’s fagin. i am cutting the finger tips off a pair of hobo gloves the second after i hit publish (no i’m not stop believing everything i tell you).
god those shoes are so dreamy. looks like i’m wearing legwarmers over some white shoes. i bought a pair in reverse black/white from aldo instead and pissed off the clerk at get outside for it, whatever they were cheaper AND i got ten per cent off for bein’ a smooth criminal (a teeny dirty spot on one shoe that will easily come off). we went back to get outside to say don’t bother holding the wallabies and kamila gave in to buying these shoes in white/tan. he gave her ten per cent off to spite me ahaha. we invited him to come have a drink at the central. the brogues i got are pointier and womanlier.
wish i had the nards to wear lady gaga shoes.
what’s it like at this place at the corner of queen and whatever that street the gap is on? pricey? good food? worth it? why do i feel like i would be annoyed by it?
i made my i think i would have to take up smoking again to wear these shoes joke. it got a pity laugh. then i acted it out in coversational format. oh do you smoke? only when i wear these. pity laughs hurt feelings don’t you know!
sat here tweeting insomnia quotes out of a can’t sleep journal while kamila tried on the store. i did pretty good, only bought a cardi off the sale rack. knew my package would arrive soon and today it did. clothing hiiiiiiigheeee.
all you can eat sushi, worst service ever. no tip! too annoyed to recount the story.
drinks at the ossington to drown out our depression from seeing up in the air.
mo men, mo probs.
hey fool, school yourself on the story behind Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings stop being so ignorant all the time.
we play this at closing every nite and dance our balls off. love this jam. the bass is so good on our system.
yep case closed: you’re skinny! but the shoes … uhm a lil workie there and people’s dreams’ll come true.
i do not follow. your comment is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a HUUUHH!?!
the shirt looks like it says flirt.
it’s cut off, there’s a c in it. cream? i’ll check my other photos.
i heart blonde raymi so hard.
thanks la dick and you know what i love so hard? dicks!
“grey mississauga joylessness”
You really only needed one of those words. The others are implicit.
I think the restaurant is Peter Pan. It was pretty good, as I recall. I remember reading that Emily Haines of Metric used to be a waitress there.
mississauga joylessness i have trademarked. the best part was staring at grey skies and grey trains perma-parked on the tracks then writing in my journal about it hahaha.
just call me mr. mystery, that’s what all chicks dig right? this totally reminds me of you :
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3578618351_a826828e2d_o.jpg
that IS me.
what did you mean by your shoe comment?
just that you’ve got this 90s shoe style: dr martins, wallabees, loafers, geez what’s next: i do admit i’ve got a thing for old tattered 60s wallabees tho. your tops and dresses and overall look is sweetness but you miss that extra bit of shoe … you’ll get/got it.
exqueeze me? bacon powder? i don’t understand chinese please translate. are you inferring that 90s shoes are not down for the count? yes granted im hot until you get to my feet but that’s what makes me an arrogant brat. staple garbage to my feet and i’d still kill it. the type of shoes i wear is a means to weed out nerds by. if you don’t “get” it that means you are geek town and this isn’t going to last.
bangs win! also, oliver twist win
You look good with bangs. And that lovely blonde hair!
I have been contemplating cutting my bangs back to a shorter length… it is much more work and upkeep. I’m torn.
Is hans a riddle?
that snooty resto on queen is called peter pan. i’ve never been there but i hear it’s decent. like if you’re in the area and you dont want to walk a block or two for something better.
oh i get it, really i do … i mean the kitties around here are playing all these juxtapositions in style. i’m burnt on the 90s, break out some geenie slippers or at least do a Jane Fonda ‘esque photo shoot in a leather bikini and wallabees meow..
oh i love that store in kensington. they defs import stuff from japan and sell them for much cheaper than what they’re actually worth (or maybe its faux brand name stuff)
i talk a lot i know, wink winG!
for a combination of reasons i can’t really put my finger on, this is my fave post in awhile. it wasn’t the shopping. just the chats i guess.
i hardly go to the comments anymore and hans has reminded me why. beat it with your strange cool-cat nothings, hans.
Where is that store in Kensington?!
omfg. i bought those shoes at ALDO yesterday! had a pair when i was little. look cute on you.
kam you so do not talk a lot. i do. yay casie!
K the store is on the street with all the vintage stores on it.
oh chapman i think he was just being a wiener purposely?
omg rock n tees HAHAHAHAHAHAA
hi back!!!!! im gonna see you and this city very soon.
love the shoes love the bangs love the shopping play by play. sighyiyiyiyi.
The coffee shop near the tuxedo cat is C dawgs fav. It’s called I-deal Coffee
That place Peter Pan is super nice, and nothing costs over $10 generally, so not so snooty..
Also the coffee place Raymi is called Ideal! find me there every day of my life wasting away
It looks a hell of a lot like the lips from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but I still can’t make out what’s written in blood under it… But they really are the RHPS Usherette Lips!
Those first 2 pics are making me crazy. I luv me some Raymi
BTW, what was happening here “mo men, mo probs”? Hmmmmmmmm
i love this post! so spring-ish! so sunny out today! i wanna go shopping….
loving the hair by the way…it just keeps getting blonder and blonder…love it.
I really like the bangs. Love the braids too.
that’s a nice necklace you have there. the vintage one. pendant. on ur shopping day. looks familiar.
yes it totally is, some girl who OWES ME SEPIA PHOTOS lent me it. same girl i gave a humongous diamond ring to out of the goodness of my selfless heart.
ahahaha touche my darling touche…i dropped my computer and it broke so everything is stuck on my memory card :(i wear that ring EVERY DAY
I think the t-shirt says FLIRT too, unless the letters are supposed to be the white things on a red background.
Here’s some Gloria Jones, singing the original “Tainted Love”:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktiguw5e8AY
mmmm….Casillero del Diablo soooo yummers! I love the Carmenere. Has a strong flavour but don’t get hideously drunk after a couple of glasses like the cab sauv or merlot.
Nice bangs!