now that winter is practically over it’s about time i found these babes. one is bigger than the other, each was knitted by a different person. v apropos for my demented world.
i love you.
she’s an extra small, still loose. yes we know that’s the style but i still wanted it tighter. we’ll make do.
a small, glad didn’t give in to my ego and select an xs. thought it was a dress. so isn’t. you’ll see.
my samurai transformation has begun.
dreamy. i don’t know what appendage that little copper thing is.
so nautical right now.
finally picked up all my clothes off my tickle trunk floor. that rug from ikea is the perfect fit, forget how much it was.
black socks, sexy town.
not one good pic came out of this yesterday. too much sun, not complaining. just will be needing a new location for my outfit shots. think i’m going to hang my red velvet drapes on those doors so it’ll lessen the appears to be living in squalor effect and the browns will all match on the windows.
shag dog bangs: the poor woman’s face lift.
so not a dress. maybe on a teenager.
damn i had fantasies of black tights legs for miles but now i’ll have to throw a skirt or some shorts into the mix which will take away from the streamlined-effect i was hoping to go for. i know sass would just go ahead and wear this with tights. love her bravery. fuck it, black leggings it is. welcome to ass town. population: still got it.
adorable puffy sleeves. robot pose. idiot.
i’ll take better pictures some other time. maybe i’ll wear this friday.
totally practical new (vintage) jacket. 15 bucks. it’ll do me fine come spring, which will last two weeks then it’s summer ahhhh. i don’t know one girl who isn’t horny for spring like a motherfucker right now.
you are going to be so sick of this necklace.
and the whole nautical thing is up there with owls. why am i so ashamed of trend-following? thanks hipsters. there are so many things i have outright avoided playing along with because of the social connotations that go along with. scarves for one. gladiator sandals, which i would kill it in cos i have teeny ankles. i can’t think of anything else right now also this just in, who cares anymore? ME! FOREVER!
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.
