a minxy afternoon

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ok i was wrong. the cheese mobile wasn’t ready for me yet. hold your breaths til another day.

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lunch time.

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that bento place on king. it was empty. the service was slow. wasn’t in a hurry but man, kinda figured out why it was empty. when you’re in a restaurant and start noticing things that’s not a good thing for that restaurant, sometimes a dining experience shouldn’t be an experience at all it should just add to the experience one is already having. this lunch is about lunch, it’s just lunch. someone out there surely knows what i am talking about.

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kurt cobain outfit day.

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now here’s that sneak peek i was talking about.

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crystal’s scarf went well with my duo-shirt concoction. in some cases you can just keep piling and layering.

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do you like to bowl?

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you’ve probably seen this from the other side out on the street.

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great style and clever. sharp.

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nice little stage background. this is upstairs. the bowling alley is downstairs.

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better pictures coming soon.

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toronto is very different from the french quarter.

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oh well.

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back in my tickle trunk cave. melucas are away in edmonton for a wedding til sunday. hmm what trouble should i get up to. cleaning? pahaha. probably head to burlington.

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KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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sashimi tuesday night.

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plain jane on a plane.

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at the airport pretending to be demure. i think i pulled it off. especially while chugging a cold pre-made starbuck’s mokka frapp and chasing it with a cup of crappy hot coffee.

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i just roll my eyes back at people who make funny looks at me when i take photos. i still get super sheepish and shy but i fight it. look at me, i’m by a gate IN A FUCKING AIRPORT i am on vacation, it’s called documenting memories and does it look like i have a travel companion with me taking my picture for me? just go back to your shitty overpriced airport bookstore hardcover about romance and heartbreak while your husband eyes me up and down secretly beside you, being bitchy won’t solve anything. sorry side rant. it just boggles me that people are still so agog over digital cameras. still.

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some things were just meant to be captured. like this mosaic tiled shiny wall. it’s gorgeous.

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and then this weird accident picture of my last night in new orleans (have soo many pictures to blog). videos also.

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i’m going on a blog spree tonight and then i’ll finish my laundry and work on this bottle of red wine (can’t remember what i grabbed from the wine rack) and i’m going to work on some writing too and ten thousand other loose ends one day all this small time shit will just make me giggle.

sometimes it’s like, i dunno, i play these imaginary interview questions over in my head, obscure bits of information i think one might want to glean from me and my overall experience and philosophies from this life i lead. i meet a lot of big players and they all spout wisdoms i never asked for but they’re still entertaining and actually really good advice, or a story. i just wanted to say that half the time you never know if you’re doing it right or what you’re writing, was it good or was it crazy, does it sound crazy? i feel as though sometimes it doesn’t even matter what i say or do here period as long i say something because you see your traffic numbers growing daily, or at the very least remaining consistent and it’s like this hungry beast in your cold room waiting to be fed and you can feed it anything, anything you want. it’s a special kind of power. a unique power over a monster you created. this is the jive you rap with eloquent types about one in the morning. someone whose known you for awhile and reserved opinions, years over. it’s interesting and always funny when they get this look of awe as they come to realize you have opinions about all this too. hit ‘em back with some self-awareness give ‘em a one-two.

therefore sometimes i just allow myself a good self-indulgent blog ramble and i stop caring or thinking about how it is perceived. i extend myself the luxury of doing what it is i most enjoy and why i started this thing in the first place. i thought i would be a famous writer with twenty books. shulgan said maybe i should just be a blogger maybe that is enough for me. that really pissed me off. not that he said it but i see it as defeat. despite my many accomplishments and the raymi empire i have built. this girl set out to write and publish books and i will get one out into a bookstore if it fucking kills me. hahaha.

oh i have so many excuses it’s not even funny.

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here i am totally ubelievably candle burnt at both ends and to top it off i decided to go to new orleans. worth it. i definitely feel more revitalized and relaxed and the away from my city and jobs anxiety has vanished.

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melodie got her hair lightened at redd.

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went out for family dinner before i went to meet a piece of fish. we had met earlier in the day at spice safar. LOVE that place it’s so weird and obnoxious, pretentious, creative just totally my kind of place to make fun of yet totally revisit again and again.

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oh i love this picture. anyway, so as i was at the salon with mel, after cabbing home to grab the crinoline to return to shannon, some quick biz discussion, then some hot texts were exchanged, i had to get my boom post out before my super early flight (and pack) but also the pics wouldn’t be in til later so looks like i’d be doing an all nighter. the piece of fish says too bad you have so much on the go ******** and i go, i’m coming over. like that. so i got all that done plus my extra-curriculars.

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grabbed some wine. some nice wine. said you better be worth it. i didn’t want to go away obsessing about this guy. we had attempted to see one another the day prior, one of those we really really want to meet but can’t co-ordinate it. too busy. can’t reschedule more important things. i am super impulsive and i like to see how much i can fit into a day until i have a nervous breakdown and can’t even say words without exploding.

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so i went out to bar salumi instead. at the bar i showed darius my flight confirmation email. i felt insane. i went with it. this is the last month of insanity i am bestowing upon myself. personal treat.

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i couldn’t go away without knowing. i’d see his mysterious face all over new orleans. i am a muse to many and the muse needs a muse. sitting across him at spice safar i laid it all out. no responsibilities. no debt. no kids. my tenure with dating is pretty much out of my system. i’m a go getter achiever devoted all that crap. he said that he liked that i laid it all out like that. we’re the same kind of pretentious i feel. he’s older. they always are.

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it’s almost like a business exchange and exactly like a job interview. this is all the shit that i am willing to put up with, that’s the area i am unwilling to compromise in, and these are all my faults and glaring pluses not to mention i’m a demon in the sack. you say that without saying it. it’s in the beginning coy stage.

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when you go on a lot of date interviews it eats away at you. you see how there are many fish in the sea. many damaged fish. all men are the same after awhile and you, you are nothing special to them either. everyone wants to change everyone else too. i am not going to change for anybody or insert myself into a life or a world that wants me to be what they want me to be so if this means i am destined to wander the earth a spinster eccentric barren bat then, fine. at least i have you guys.

i covered my teeth because i thought they might be really yellow in that lighting also i was whispering because well, the woman across the aisle was an annoyed by everything in life bitch. listen lady it’s not every day you take off in a plane.

TMI OUT!