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all i wanted sunday morning in deep river was a pot of organic snob coffee. everything in this small town was shut down on sunday or operated under weird hour restriction. in my diva flip out grabbing the most expensive bag i could find i didn’t notice that this wasn’t even coffee. hit the roof. on top of discovering there wasn’t any internet in the house i was staying at. all i wanted (needed) to do was blog and then the real book writing work would begin on the monday, sunday was supposed to be my self-indulgent day. it started off on the wrong foot.

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i took a stubborn stand and declared that i don’t even eat in the day but then relented and sat at this diner. i was pissed off because it was beginning to dawn on me the state of the situation i was in.

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this was adorable though.

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my coffee. i barely had any of it after that huge stink. i see no point in sitting over a diner cup of coffee when i should (and want to) be sitting in front of my laptop. i can’t leave with the pot of coffee nor can i order one. the logic here frustrated me immensely as well as being woken up way too fucking early after a long car ride and late night.

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i turned to my guest/host and declared don’t ever fucking wake me up again at 8 in the morning on a sunday. no excuses. my bitchiness will all make sense once you hear the full story that i’m writing for street carnage presently.

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went to one of the (two)(or three) bars in town for some entertainment. there was a wedding reception in the other part of the room. they didn’t want us over there but we eventually invited ourselves anyway and then no one cared.

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it was kind of fascinating being privy to a family’s private celebration in this small town with no irony to any of it. when i lived in maine at this bar i was chatting up a girl and kept asking her what her plans were, when would she leave rockland? she was confused by that because she never planned to leave her town. i was eighteen and refused to believe any of this.

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this girl is the same age as me, 27, has three kids. a family. urban women at 27 with three children? unheard of. who looks older? i’d say i do but only because i have a fashion angle, if we were wearing the same outfit perhaps and could deduce nothing about either one of us that would be the true age determination.

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that’s the shirt my mom also picked up in the store that i had in my dressing room and i laughed when i saw it in her hand. you know those freak stories when twins are separated at birth then find each other several decades later and they’re wearing the same pants or like the same music?

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everyone was staring at me like my hair was on fire. have you ever eaten and felt so on display before? i wonder how famous people deal. you’re supposed to act aloof and not take notice but a real person would be like can i fucking help you?

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i am fully exhausted here but the new surroundings high got me. people always push themselves when traveling that’s why you always need a vacation from your vacation.

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the food at this hotel/resto was really good. i was surprised.

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the decor was lacking but whatever it’s deep river.

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we had a reservation which was totally unnecessary. i was certainly dragged around town like a fucking show pony. half into it half alright already that’s enough.

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i meet enough people in the fucking city why do i “need” to make a connection with some woman who apparently writes for something i can’t even remember what it is. i do not react favourably to being told what to do or what is good for me or my brand. i was being walked across the road to a woman in her garden oh i must meet her so i’m in my sunday fog halfway to her place and then i snapped. no, stop making me do shit i don’t want to do! i turned around and marched back to the house.

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i’m here to write not to socialize with 50 year old well educated spinsters.

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halfway point and first piss break aaaaaahhhhhh.

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i spent $30 at whole foods before we left oakville and have like nothing to show for it other than a german toothbrush. that scene is ridiculous. it is perfect for the self important elite crowd of oakville and on a saturday you can forget not being pissed off after wallking around that place. i am always half amused even when i’m pissed off making mental notes to write about it later.

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i bought gum and cough drops too and an americano and two chocolate bars but does that and these items add up to thirty dollars in your brain? not really. it shouldn’t.

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my lunch.

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being british justifies anything you want in life. like, drinking at noon. also when other people decide to share wine before you make a booze move one by one everyone caves like dominoes.

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my shirt is pretty see-through hey. yowzers.

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one of the only family shots with me in it and it’s blurry. haha.

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dad you look like a baller.

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i look like jiminy cricket.

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st. jude’s is a lovely church.

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we had a little memorial service for my grandparents. five rose bushes dedicated to them in this plot. next year they will be full in bloom.

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i love oakville. i can’t wait to be rich enough to own a house here.

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classic funeral scene. of course it rained. was raining.

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if that was my brother it would be excruciatingly hard to resist the urge to nudge him with my foot into the dirt. then i’d run like hell.

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they founded the scottish dancing club in oakville. my grandfather was welsh, grandma, scottish. very social people.

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this is what $80 looks like in the form of a truffle from cheese boutique. i am spoiled.

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flickr made a mes of my photo order i can’t be bothered to organize them. welcome to my life and what my brain feels like, all these experiences overly-documented and memories of events all squashed together one after the other. in a life where you are constantly doing, with little time to reflect it can get a bit overwhelming. i don’t know what my brother is trying to communicate here other than he was half in the bag when i showed up and i am the family punching bag. well, i’m the family weirdo. as a reader of my blog can you imagine being related to me and like, “allowed” to make fun of me whenever you want? don’t think you wouldn’t get it back ten-fold though.

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me steph and melodie make it to mezzrow’s totally annihilated to meet up with lucas. what an evening that was.

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i made a joke to our cab driver about this canadian flag gum i wish i could remember what it was i know i took this picture to remind myself to repeat it here. too much time has passed since the telling of this alleged epic quip so i leave you with nothing but more mystery. i probably went seinfeld on him or asked if he secretly worked for the tourism board of canada. only funny if you are ten sheets to the wind i imagine.

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this guy rode his bike backwards by us in the market i call him over and wouldn’t you know it he’s got hash. i’m bumping into lots of people with hash lately but they never give your their hash source they just tell you it’s expensive and when you’re all yeah i know i don’t care i love the shit they’re still all selfish about it. makes no sense.

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nice bike.

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so his claim to fame is cycling backwards like as fast as one would bike forwards. he’s pretty good but i don’t think it’s very safe or practical. we were all in snarking on the universe mode and he played right into that.

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there was another tailgate party afoot here that we just joined (a few yards away) for less heat to smoke some pot by and then they went away. we thought it really funny and selfish of us to ruin their good time idea they had first.

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yup hi family time there we are again.

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had a drink at ronnie’s which is when the nite turned you can see it in other photos of mine there’s no chance in hell of me posting hahaha. see how my curls fell out? my hair gave’r.

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exactly.

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anna’s door (missing glass) inspired me to do a fake break in photoshoot.

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i was semi (nervous) aware that maybe there was leftover shards of glass. there wasn’t.

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i can’t believe i got my roots done this day they are already growing out like crazy or i’m just that neurotic about it.

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i warned them to be on good behaviour then turns out i’m the one who shoulda heeded that advice hahaha.

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this tequila is so good and smokey.

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rented a movie earlier in the evening when we thought we’d have just a chill nite.

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we did a shot at mezzrow’s in exchange for leaving mel’s backpack (full of books, had intentions of studying) there. once we finally leave adventurehouse we do anything to avoid going back cos we are such lazy shut ins.

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needless to say the kid at the movie store was not appreciative of our fun cheer. he was tapping his fingers impatiently on the counter which distracted me when i was talking to him, melodie picked up on that by seeing my eyeballs gaze over to his tapping looks over her shoulder at him and says can you stop that? hahaha.

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i don’t know what those say and i don’t care.

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look i am a nice girl.

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i wish i had some quirky thing to leave you with but i don’t.

until next time.