in a Saturdaze

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here i am preparing for the jungle what is known as brunch. brunch is a sacred event, it’s like non-religious hipster’s answer to church. checking out the party statues from the night prior. casual above board contact exchanging, big time hook-up potential. though it doesn’t happen really cos everyone is a disaster and by everyone i mean me.

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showing my definition. my definition. my definition is this. oh superbowl sunday. this morning when al came to easy he goes and do we have to drink all over again really? ugh i know.

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last night, total total cow. today, whippet. W T F. also aunt flo fo sho today so i’ll be a skeleton all week leading up to the date auction of the century. i am stoked about the dress i’m wearing. that i haven’t gotten yet but i sent an email and we’re good to go. yes i am making the dumbest face here no i don’t care anymore. i think the secret’s out on me being a real person and all.

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i had a loonie in my pocket when i was at metro last week and i saw the gumball machine and i needed to buy one of those miniature hats. well i needed it before i made the loonie connection. wildcats are from what state, city? meh. alright lets do last night now.

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saturday night partying is difficult. the majority of people blow their load on friday night. idiots. so they stay home tweeting about the tv they’re all watching sucking their thumbs. it’s ok i do it all the time too. saturday nights i’m usually as smart as a bag of sand and just as cognizant but i knew i had to be good for my bredren advhaus community.

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melodie and i played records while lucas went back home to get more stuff. mostly melodie took over while i sulked in that suspended pod and when she spoke to me she was like can you hear everything i’m saying coming directly at you in that chair? i was like yes now where is the opposite equivalent to this chair where i can’t hear anything that you are saying? she laughed at that hahah we had a huge fight before we went out. nothing will break our stupid relationship ever no matter how much we tell each other off i think we are addicted to the drama.

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also living with people, from both sides, is a tricky thing, well can be. we’re pretty good at it though. we are totally a unit and maybe sometimes the lines get blurred like yesterday when, both of our cycles aligning, i didn’t have the patience to take a food order over the phone because i had a million things on my mind and i got home and eventually it turned into a fight and i said i am not your fucking wife. there’s being there for each other and then there’s not being there for each other? people get used to the extra hand, the third wheel. i’m still a loner looking out for my own too right. anyway under normal circumstances i would have done the deed but i didn’t feel like it.

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people get stressed when they have to plan events, they want it to go smoothly and perfectly and then everyone takes it out on each other and flips out kind of go crazy and then everyone makes up once the dust settles and gets obliterated to blow off steam.

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that dress makes my arms look huge i like three quarter length sleeves most.

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this is a manipulative dress all the same.

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afrim for you and you alone i hope the steelers win. i know nothing about either nor care i only want to curl up into a sleeping dog position on the corner of a couch with my chianti and not blink once during commercials.

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cheeseland was a massive hit. i wish we had another one today. we’re a classy dj party.

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this is the calm before the storm.

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we dressed like adventurewives.

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my brain just ran out of power.

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i am accepting turning 28. there’s always some asshole waiting to tell me how old looking i am. usually some no-fucking-body. big whoop i am an icon, from a blog. there are at the very least one hundred raymi copycat bloggers out there copping my style.

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and from the loser ripping on my hair, saying it looks candy floss? yes it does because it’s soft as clouds. the ends need to be trimmed but that’s all, and i won’t trim them because i am obsessed with length. in spring i’ll trim the ends. anyway though you are a fucking loser thank you for your slags my life is amazing, try to make yours too then you won’t feel the need to slag someone else’s dream.

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one of the twin towers.

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the other one.

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nubile flirty temptress. i can tell half dudes won’t buy it or fall for it so i don’t bother but the suckers for this look oh man, let me at ‘em, easy easy marks. i don’t even flirt i just grin and smile and soak in their googly eyes.

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yay courtney!

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every person in the room came back to adventurehouse.

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remind me to tell you about my roots hat purchasing experience.

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i look mad pregs here.

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oh clem. you dirtbag.

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this doesn’t even look sexual. though to one of the members of the PBC who has a pantyhose addiction, bingo! we preached of our pbc rules and administration. hazing is partying in drapes corner (my room) and you must live in parkdale.

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this is an example of a shit show.

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clem is a great dresser.

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i’m a stud.

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no go ahead, get comfortable. she saw my papers and was like can i give you a present and i said yes you can.

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serious gap/lapse in time i stopped taking pictures after this point.

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after brunch i bought this industrial medical table from the 1940’s at Era (1629 queen street) by easy. it’s perfect.

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typing on a real table is like wow, humans made things for purposes. that’s great! go us.

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al walked in on a bamboozle i guess darius didn’t tell him we were a foursome at brunch. his sweater was too big for us so we nexted him.

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we ordered like it was the end of the world. everything.

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those are my hangover too lazy to fix face makeup glasses. typically the more fucked up i feel the more i compensate by dressing up nicer like i am going on a job interview. so if you see me looking like a million bucks that means i am really, really drunk.

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or i am trying to sweet talk my way through airport security with these glasses on after an all nighter writing/blogging spree. people who wear glasses pretty much get to give up on keeping their faces young and pretty looking cos they get to hide behind glasses all the time if they want to not like the rest of us. way to go four eyes. melodie just said i am such a schoolyard bully.

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i directed this shot and said ok we’re going for munchkin but i was so hungover stupid that i meant someone who lives in a village that looks like the smurfs with thatched roofing.

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why am i vanna whiting? why not.

ok i have to go now and make my face look less like a scary ghoul.

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Hi Raymi,

Brian