you drive me raaaaymi

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mom why did you soap opera effect yourself out and shawn? now i look majorly conceited. more than usual.

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blew my load at f21 yesterday. 80 bucks, numerous things. mostly t-shirts, staples. a fake rich girl blousey thing. sunglasses (stopped self at getting the same pair in 4 different colours. stuck with tortoiseshell). a dress. i hate the yonge/dundas square f21, so packed and insane, total clusterfuck. i like it in the burbs, space and less 12 year olds. more cougs though. perfect.

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my mother drove me bananas before she even picked me up. i love her but i also want to kill her. hahahaha. my impatient hyper personality combined with her alpha naggy ADD is like throwing gasoline on the seventh circle of hell. she has lots of advice and opinions and they’re totally valid, apt, and great. it’s just that i didn’t ask for them. sometimes i am talking just to talk and unwind, release. not for dating advice. men advice. most hilarious of all.

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look at how cute i was! sarah you weren’t bad either. sarah (right) was my bestie. but sometimes i’d cheat on her with brooke and then when brooke pissed me off i’d go back to sarah. BUT DON’T FORGET ABOUT PATRICIA! anyway, sarah’s older brother would eventually become my very first goin’ all the way boyfriend (he’s actually sitting beside me in this photo, you can see part of his teddy bear). so much for hos before bros ha ha. well, to be fair, sarah and i grew apart, had our own crews we ran in. i was with three boys, i was their girl unit. so naturally you end up dating one. anyway. i gave that dude some good times. you’re welcome. you should also thank cosmo magazine and our family friend being a postman givin’ us every single magazine in the universe subscriptions that went nowhere.

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i just gave the lawn fertilizer guy a double-take. i pretended to check the mail that i already checked in my bikini top and little black shorts he slammed on the brakes pulling out of the driveway i smiled at him and he says in retard seeing a stripper in lights voice UH UH D’I JUST CAME TO FERTILIZE i said what? he repeats it i say in charming southern bell dough head voice, thank you. like i care if the grass is fertilized hahaha. anyway he was a babe. silver fox babe, mom!

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lookin’ good AYSE.

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here i look like the less hot sister of some actress in a crappy movie you watch on your period. i bought that dress specifically for my dad. nice eh? i was like this is a dad dress. guess who didn’t even compliment it. it’s ok dad. short of that i knew my mom would be all about it and she was.

man the stupid things you can fill up your day with right.

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ew gymnast squat torso barf barf barf. luckily my legs go up to my ears.

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melodie’s amazing shorts. look i know i post a lot of selfies i can’t help it. this is what i do, we all know this. self-indulgent whatever the fuck i’m in fucking burlington for crying out loud do you want a picture of some fat slob power-washing his van? (actually i have a picture of that).

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JO picture.

ok so i have something i want to talk about. first, hi hello i am fine thanks how are you? good? great.

secondly, i haven’t had time to read all these boring articles about bicycles in the city, cyclists vs motorists, whathaveyou snore zzz etc i will just say this. as obnoxious as you think the cyclist is being dinging their bell at you (it’s not specifically at you, NOTHING is targeted at you, it’s the world, every obstacle) the bell actually serves a purpose. bike riding is terrifying. every time i do it i think this is the day it’s gonna happen. i hear so many scary car door stories. collisions. wipe outs. i already had a wicked bad bail on my longboard and that hurt like crazy and now i have a perma-scar on my knee and hip (kinda sort of hot) but anyway, when that wasp with her annoying basket dings on by it’s because she is scared for her life and she should be. urban biking is nuts. i leave the house calm cool and collected only to arrive frazzled on edge eyes bulging out shaking rattled hands frozen into claws from death-gripping my handles at whatever destination every time without fail unless it’s some stupid hour of the nite when i shouldn’t be awake biking anyway. like the other nite for instance after poutine i was cut. it was like riding home in slow motion stoner soup.

so next time you want to make your little bike bell rant that’s fine i’ll laugh along with you because as much as i staunchly defend anything in life i will be the first to take it down. however, cycling is free which makes it necessary. a necessary dangerous act you have to take on daily. you worry about the state of roads, pedestrians, whatever car is going to cut you off next (it happens) being alert. fuck i might have to get glasses for riding at night, my vision is terrible at night i have to pay one thousand per cent attention which is annoying because i love to daydream and listen to music while i bike. dangerous yeah i know it.

ok i am bored of this already i just got distracted.

i guess i’ll come back to the city today.

here i am rippin’ it up at the geeky (wicked) csi party a few fridays back with taras.

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lucasaids just sent this out, i took the nite off specifically for it so you better come dance with me!

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Hey there,

Apologies, if you’ve received this more than once. Hope you’re well.

Next Friday June 18th 9 PM Sharp @ The Comfort Zone, Stop Die is back from the brink, resuscitated, if you will.

The new Stop Die will be debuting, as part of Dan Burke’s NeXt at NXNE, come and celebrate a whole new thing with us.

It looks something like this, NO laptop (we got tired of people asking if we were checking email), new drummer (Mario Laquintana), a bassist (Scott Morris), Lyle on guitar, synth and Roland SP sampler. Myself on vocals and a pedal.

It sounds like a fight between Goblin and Bauhaus at a Kraftwerk show (this is a good thing, trust me). So basically forget what you think you used to know about us, buy some earplugs, and start stretching for Friday. It’s going to be a ridiculous night.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=128031297208240

Hope to see you there,

Lucas

Friday June 18th
The Comfort Zone –
Doors at 7:30 PM
Free with NXNE wristband, $10 (or more) without
Stop Die at 9 PM sharp
w/ Tundra Fun, Ten Kens, The Two Koreas, Comanechi (UK), and Turbogeist (UK)
also w CATL on the sidestage btwn bands

PS I’ll be at NXNE tent, previewing some of the new material and helping sell some Unfamiliar Records merch Thursday night between 8-11 PM at Dundas Square, during Mudhoney and X’s set. Come and visit.
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