Your blog is the most self-absorbed, mindless, sad piece of drivel I have ever encountered. Or maybe it’s just a brilliant joke about how absolutely pathetic women like you are! If that’s case, well done. It’s actually deadening to look at all this crap. And for the record, you have the worst style ever.
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i cannot believe this dress fits me. geez louise o’gosh is like a size zero. less than that even. my make-up is fucked from biking over i am so sick of pollen explosion every time i ride my bike my eyes ruuuuuuuuuun. work was great tonite, busy. dakota tomorrow for the great diviners and jet set. gonna get screeched with the newfs. xoxo
yesterday was, for me, typical these days? awesome, hilarious, new. fun. be riiiight back. folding laundry, gonna move the office to the front sunroom today to catch up while melodie studies.
chesty larue’s solo was soooo good. i’ll blog the video in a bit.
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.
oh fuck. uh. heartbreak. death. a low point which lasts months that is impossible to see the light at the end of the tunnel of. forgetting that there are other colours in the world than grey. not getting my way.
Where would you like to live?
montenegro. hawaii. paris.
What is your idea of earthly happiness?
lying in the sun with good tunes, good company. walking. beach. air. barefoot on grass on a warm day. pretty much the complete opposite of winter.
Who are your favorite heroes of fiction?
the narrator in microserfs as well as generation x which essentially is douglas coupland, so, him. the kid in rule of the bone. alicia you have my book i need it back for summer reading.
Who are your favorite characters in history?
john lennon
Who are your favorite heroines in real life?
i have personal heroines i see daily like the street rasta lady blasted out of her mind singin’ at us at ronnie’s yesterday. you don’t have to do much to impress me.
Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?
winona ryder, girl interrupted.
Your favorite painter?
yoshitomo nara
Your favorite musician?
can’t decide don’t make me. everyone you’re supposed to like, i like.
The quality you most admire in a man?
i’m stupidly vain so, looks. affection and attention from said good looking beast as a close-second. if i’m not attracted then it’s not happening cos booze goggles are too expensive and unhealthy. now that that’s out of the way i admire the little things like the way certain words are spoken, a laugh, a dreamy anecdote about nothing in particular. nice socks. good style. i am basically looking to date myself. but someone stronger than me, more in control, the bert to my ernie.
The quality you most admire in a woman?
women who get it. no whiners please. girl’s girls. skidfanie.
apparently it is craziness because people are too ordinary and have a strong lack of desire to expend much effort in thinking up some other word to describe what i am.
The quality you most like in a man?
his want to fawn all the fuck over me.
The quality you most like in a woman?
non-judgment
What do you most value in your friends?
reliability, respect, support.
What is your principle defect?
sadness. it is the cause of every stupid thing i’ve ever done. loneliness too.
What is your dream of happiness?
to be rich as shit so i can do nothing forever but write and photograph it.
What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?
a balloon caught in a tree.
What would you like to be?
on time.
In what country would you like to live?
jamaica.
What is your favorite color?
pink.
What is your favorite flower?
lily
What is your favorite bird?
dunno, grackel? cos it’s a funny word. realistically something more tropical, like a toucan or a wild looking parrot, they’re good for painting.
Who are your favorite prose writers?
edgar allan poe was a dark motherfucker and pablo neruda wrote a pretty solid poem about a chili pepper once.
Who are your favorite poets?
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz didn’t we just got over this? kerouac. there. duh.
Who are your favorite composers?
beethoven
What are your favorite names?
eunice. something obnoxious like baudelaire.
What is it you most dislike?
cruelty toward animals.
What natural gift would you most like to possess?
guitar.
How would you like to die?
painlessly.
What is your present state of mind?
a little off the tracks.
What is your motto?
my lifestyle is hugely centered around fun and the never-ending pursuit of more. if it’s not fun, then i’m not there. if you find yourself in a situation and you find yourself to be hatin’ on it, look for the good parts. if you’re a dark cloud on the parade this means you need to make a lifestyle change. go away for awhile, new perspective is always good. try new things often. be brave, be bold. love your friends, hate yourself. i stole that last one cos i like how it sounds, though i am a firm believer in self-love. someone’s got to love you right? it might as well be you. positivity spreads so don’t be a downer. smile at strangers. it feels good.
look see!
live like you’re going to die tomorrow. live period.
Have you seen any major changes (other than the obvious over-saturation and big companies/media places having blogs) to blogging and social networking since you started blogging? What are they?
obnoxious internet life intrusions we are all going to have to fucking deal with for a bit longer now. twitter is secondary to me so i have this lackadaisical approach toward it, i talk mad shit, i’m rebelling against it. i’m not part of that crowd, i admire their shit but i don’t see how anyone is benefiting in the long-run. i do get it though my “brand” just has a different method entirely. my friend @eyeborg will not shut up about social media, there’s a massive engineer crowd on twitter. it’s a geek’s highschool dance that never ends. that’s exactly it actually. so all the geek big companies are trying to crack the twitter code. it’s a good time to be online right now, if you have any sort of thing to offer, be it yourself, brand (blogging), whatever, the recession is lifting, people want honesty, minutiae, anything, everything. this consumption society is still going strong, smart phones are popping up all over the place, we have faster and immediate access to everything, we want and get up-to-the-second data. we demand it. blah, as i said, people are online, using all these multimedia platforms, and twitter is the go-to medium for advertisers to get the word out, for people to connect and receive a small audience at the same time. succinct personal online soapboxing is what it is. snuh-ore. i just walked across the room. branding it!
performing at the hot box cafe tomorrow for 4/20 at 4PM. remember when i used to make fun of hippies and stoners all the fucking time? man that was awesome. eating words. hahaha.
What comes to your mind when you think of Skateboarders? Graffiti?
awesome, can i come? i bailed pretty badly on my longboard the other day so i’m a bit skittish about it but yeah, definitely easily aligns within the culture of cool. it’s a whole different reaction from people when you walk down the street carrying a board too. graffiti has a darkness to it, linked to crime, is a crime so there’s that clash against society edge afoot. very punk. also gangster. graffiti is like the old-school method of relaying messages, advertising. some advertisers are big on the geurilla style advertising oft’ involving graffiti. they’re desperate for the cool edge most of all and have the dollars to make it happen. mess with the system activist graffiti is everywhere and totally great some of the time. this is about as much as i consider graffiti. for now anyway.
Name me one thing that really pisses you off right now about what’s cool or hip.
i have a massive interest in advertising and social media, namely blogging. being creative and organic and genuine about things. it’s hard to get the attention of the bigger guy though and tell them what they’re doing wrong. this is my offer to the world, my special insights and consultation of cool branding. that’s what pisses me off, my cunning talent is slightly going to waste. i love telling people when they’re fucking up and how.
coolness cannot be taught, it is ingrained. some can fake it but it’s blatantly obvious to the “real” cool ones that they are doing so and their project, ad campaign, whatever, quickly dies off. with cool you have to be proactive and ahead of the curve. always.
When you think of New York and cool, what do you think of? Or more importantly, do you think anything is cool in new york (Brooklyn, etc) now? When’s the last time youve been in new york?
three years ago was the last time i was around. i love the LES and williamsburg, despite its hipster disneyland quality it’s still a great scene for toolin’ around in. i can’t wait to go back single. fuck, yeah. i’m gonna get on that asap. Everywhere is cool right now though. you could make a forest cool, in fact, try to think of a band brooklyn vegan would blog about, they have at least one video (or many) featuring forests. seriously, i’m going to be the lead female of one next week and guess where the singer of the band (who will be playing my boyfriend) wanders off into…that’s right, a fucking forest. so anyway, tangent aside, when i think of new york and having lived there for several months, i think it’s great and i admire anyone who makes it there, even to just live there period. it’s a lifestyle choice. to actively choose to be urban. to live in a $2k a month box scraping your way by, music, bar/food industry, artists, writers, partiers, whatever, it has its faults but its pluses are great. enviable. LA’s got nothin’ on it. tho there are cool scenes there too and these guys will show you all about that.
i’ll share the rest of that garbage another time hombres.
yesterday was a little ‘tarded, rather, i was, and yesterday just merely happened. i feel better now despite the minimal minimal sleep i clocked last nite. loads of coffee before bed, always a dumb idea. here we are at cafetaste which is ramping up to be one of my new favouriter places to be emo by. they’re having a back patio launch party in a couple weeks, i’ll be there. went with melodie weeks ago and didn’t blog it as i am fully backlogged with stuff. would get around to it eventually.
right now rob is on a plane to SF to seduce some engineers. go find him he’ll be in town a week. he says those speaking engagements are great they make you feel like a star, but no hot chicks. burn.
before cafe taste it was mitzi’s, always mitzi’s. fuck i’m so lazy.
fried chicken southern style is a new menu feature and shit right i ordered it.
then after i wolfed half of it down rob and i traded meals, lamb roti SO good.
i waved to her. she waved back. there goes my nudist colony.
buds are budding.
SO jealous of their roof access.
part of why i couldn’t sleep last nite was i was worrying over my knee. it’s still pretty sore, hobbling into bed takes delicate precision. hoping i’ll be good for harlettes rehearsals and don’t keep dragging the pain out.
the selection here is incredible. they make their own chocolate too that you get with the bill and i always ask for more, it has cinnamon in it. delicious. better than a blowjob.
snoot. we started with the baco noir which was too sweet for rob. then we had something else that i have no recollection of. in-between that had a taste of something that was too dry, like drinking a bloody desert. kinda funny. too bad we missed the belly dancing.
fading and fighting it sure an espresso with bailey’s as recommended by jeremy, why not. then i had another.
see?
an idiot in action looks like this in case you’re wondering.
wonderful.
this guy had some serious altar kneeling worship to do. it was bizarre and most amusing. oh parkdale.
jeremy humoured him nicely though and went over to inquire if the bro was looking for something. he goes yes (so wasn’t) so jer gets a flashlight, goes back, oh, i’ve found it (no you didn’t). leaves. got it all on video.
cafe taste have only been reviewed once when they first opened and before they got their liquor license so they were reviewed solely as a coffeebar/cafe. stupid no. yes very actually as they’re a wine bar. tsk tsk toronto urban web media guys. one day when i have more than three seconds to string together a coherent post, i’ll unearth the plethora of photos and notes i took at/on cafetaste. short of that, maybe see you at their wino partio in a couple weeks. they’re also on twitter @cafetaste.
the vibe in there is very relaxed, perfect dead on wine night out atmosphere. dark. pillows. dimly lit vibrant gypsy lamps. good place to be heartbroken.
sayonara!
not even facing mecca is what every asshole in there proclaimed. ha. erp software
