down on the water don’t know don’t bother

blam!

oh hello there hi, and welcome.

i have two huge empty storage containers on wheels beneath my bed. i was so worried about space for my stupid possessions, went out and did something about it and left the shit empty. colour me on top of things.

yesterday i realised that halloween is so taken care of. i’m goin’ as a piece of shit hipster.

no fair i love this shirt. bought it at the thunder bay airport. speaking of which think i’m going to visit the skids as soon as possible before i blow my city brains out. i need to climb that mountain again like, now. but anyway that entire outfit (stupid hair included) looks like it came right out of a halloween costume bag. ONE hipster costume please and in the fine print on the packaging is printed contains one gold chain, one wolf t-shirt, fake elvis costello glasses, one empty beer can, but BYOBA: bring your own bad attitude. jesus am i even funny anymore? what the hell is going on here?

yikes. melodie asked if that was a picture of rob up there. hahah. no it’s kerouac why the hell would i have a poster of rob over my bed? actually that would be pretty funny.

turns out melodie was planning on stripes too. the day we first met when i was 19 at my old apartment, lucas brought her back to the house, had a gong show party underway. then this cute friendly girl comes toward me wearing the exact same shirt as i was. long sleeve tight black and white stripes, my go-to mime mod shirt. if i was a homo i’d say that means something, kismet.

told her to go ahead and wear it but she wasn’t down. i wish she did cos the bartendress at red light was wearing a black and white stripe shirt too. you’ll see.

annie hall bowler hat got a thumb’s down. one of these days i’ll hero it out on the town. i may or may not be swigging from a bottle of sake. who knows, we’ll see.

someone can’t take photos to save their life.

and they wear vegan shoes.

watusi with ms britt for IOU (she owes me) birthday bite and drinks.

things were a bit hazy from my day in bellwoods. oh such a good day with melodie. i’ll post those pics later. she beat me to it.

sometimes i look super old and sometimes i look like an adorable spring chicken brat.

and sometimes my hair sticks out and no one tells me.

expensive drinks at watusi. kinda like, who do you think you are? we get asked for singapore slings at the central a lot to which i’m all are you serious? look at our drink menu we have a dick load of signature sweet and delicious stuff but no cherry brandy. go to the fucking mandarin guy!

had to get one to see what the big deal was. i cannot even remember. it was good but it didn’t give me a happy ending finish.

actually it was pretty refreshing though miss cheapskate (me) would prefer it be a good two dollars cheaper. britt and i are both broke as shit at the moment when the bill came it was a sad state of affairs. debit cash and credit card. the waitress hated us apparently, i didn’t notice because i don’t give a care about that stuff anymore.

so muriel’s wedding. britt’s never seen it. try explaining muriel’s wedding when you’re blasted. good fucking luck.

green eyeshadow, blue martini, love it.

wonton nachos were supposed to be stuffed to the brim. some were completely empty. i’d never had them before so i didn’t know. i realise that britt is a total service industry complainer gotta watch it when i’m with her, so demanding but it has the bonus of making me look like a bleedin’ angel. which i am anyway she just drives it home. she did say something classist/elitist about it (service industry) though that super pissed me off. i got her point but still, don’t even go there.

the drumms were amazing. forget which flavour we got. the spicy one i think.

unagi/avocado sushi. WIIIILD MUCH.

about this time i noticed she mighta been hating on us a little so i made her take our picture. the place was dead, the service was kinda slow, whatever i’m easy BUT if everything is “higher end” (expensive) i expect to get what i pay for, don’t you? in summation, step it the fuck up.

i need to get a smaller purse for nite time. it takes over my entire outfit. what do i have in there that i need so bad anyway?

reunited with the family at red light.

my new aussie friend mr sheedy rolled on in. he actually thought the central was called the babe central hahaha.

oh hi there.

not to brag or anything but look how tiny i am. short-lived though as i feel like a total cow at the moment. i’ll be dancing in a couple hours and taking it off down to nude flowers at the hot box cafe, first show at 3.15 then 5.30 GOT IT!

pisstanked time to go home.

lucas you looked super great and your tunes amaze me but why didn’t you introduce me to those hot guys behind you, selfish.

and that my friends is what we call monday.