alone on a train aimless in wonder

pictures from my old phone i passed on to melodie when i finally got a blackberry. i’m sad i lost a lot of good pics off that thing. there’s something beautifully haunting the grainy effect a cellphone camera from 2006 can produce. wow i’m fucking dyslexic. you should hear me talk, jesus. anyway, i have many pictures of this same tree taken with a digital camera that’re loads better however, it’s this shitty cellphone picture of it that makes me feel most nostalgic for this moment in time.

two summers ago? no can’t be right, last summer. anyway i don’t do this shit anymore. can’t. like, serious wig out times a million. i liked the composition of shit all over this table and how arrogantly out in the open the baggie was.

one of my last commutes from oakville just as was moving back to the gay old city.

i am so unbelievably clumsy right now if i trip or fall or walk into one more thing i’m gonna lose it.

satellite f up at brosz7’s for lost nite. it got tense.

oh that misty view. had the best bike ride home this nite the wet warm air was kissing my face all over i had zoo station cranked i was content i was coasting. music and biking is such a delight. i also sing while i bike, usually fleet foxes exclusively. i sing when i walk too. just a wandering minstrel at your service. it just makes me so happy to be in-motion so my heart feels like it has to belt one out, then one more after that. in answer to your question, yes, i am a homo.

hair is out of sorts. on a not getting laid night i kinda step off my game a bit.

hit on in the elevator all the same. the guy kinda blew it. the lifts were being temperamental, girl gets on with a pizza me with a tuna sandwich and black rice sushi, bottle of wine. guy with bottle of booze and a 6 of red stripe. he says if the elevator gets stuck at least we’ll have a party. i say lucky him, totally, two girls one dude, booze, pizza, perfect. then we’re all silent smirking at one another. as his floor comes up i go so yeah, going to a party? he says no, just himself. pause pause pause pregnant pause i throw an excruciatingly subtle i’d hit it (he was hot and wearing a newsies hat) vibe his way, floor comes up and he slowly creeps out dying for another sign i was too shy to give so off he went to get blasted alone and curse his lack of being on it. when the door closed i said to the chick wow, he blew it. she’s all, totally.

went by sass’ to grab a hoodie and my chucks. made a we miss you video that is too cheesy awkward for words (i’ll put up anyway).

hair got stupider throughout the night.

jinxed.

pre-white collar rush, perfect for bloody knees. both are swollen to shit now. dance rehearsal in an hour is going to be awesome.

yesterday was the longest ever.

need to figure out exactly which pair to get, was in too much pain to try anything on also felt like cruisin’.

not cheap but i figure i’ll end up wearing them constantly to get used to heels.

when i was 19 i almost rented a work/live-in space for a piece like this. 19 and insane and oh so much promise. i had the money for it too. shoulda done it. queen west store front hang pad month long look at me live eat sleep fuck watch tv read get high drunk installation.

totally been done before but good location for this one, good for the normies flooding the city on weekends.

doobie time. coffee two.

wimpy ponytail. coffeeshop hospitality is bizarre to me. come spend two dollars and sit for 5 hours. don’t these people get bored of that every fucking day? go sit in a tree why don’t you? boring! i can think of so many more awesome things to do with my day than sit around second cup or starbucks and ps. stop talking about kevin smith, the guy’s not funny!

coffee trois. you could just walk around and around bumping into so many people you know. RF and his bud says you lose the more people you bump into, in fact if you see someone you know you’re supposed to actively avoid them, cross the street, duck into a store. ha ha fuck that that’s bitter old man speak. you’re talking to new city eyes over here.

tried to make it less heat this time by adding yogurt, somehow came out just as heaty. feh.

so desensitized by these dudes ‘cept for when they sit in pouring rain on a vintage ride. hardcore.

saw, i kid you not, ten KITTENS the other day in an adorable parade up the fence up a branch and down the other side. heart stopped. (ps. a stick is just a branch that gave up hahaha).

woah woah hey now who’s this what’s going on? huh???

gillian you said i could.

spotty mirror really compliments the gashed nylons.

diagonal slice total happy accident.

think i’ll just wear this entire get-up to rehearsal. wore this last nite to work with booty shorts. teppei kept saying it wasn’t sexy enough (pretty sexy is what i interpret that to mean).

DJ Berger
Nice rip, Skip.

Raymi Lauren White
there’s a run in my stocking?

Xenia Anemia
umm R.I.P. tights??

Raymi Lauren White
BLOGGING THAT

really happy the lime green hippie compost bag is sticking out there. class topper.

just kidding pose cancels out everything.

i love skinny mirror.

ok that was retarded time to wash my gorgeous body BYEEEEEEEE.

see you at the exclaim party tonight, yes no maybe?