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so yesterday was interesting. just when one drama bleeds into another and you think it’s all over you hit gridlock traffic due to collision and construction and the engine overheats and commences smoking as you’re rushing in to the city to catch your favourite band of which you have tickets for. we were on the shoulder for an hour, listening to the traffic report and trying to time it precisely for when someone might let us squeeze by. i was disgusted by a good 3000 people yesterday, no good samaritans. repugnant. i don’t have time right now to blog blast about it and there’s no point, people are selfish assholes, end of story. it was terrifying and it has put things into perspective, namely, do i want to be charged for manslaughter for launching a folk hipster over the balcony at massey hall for sitting in our fucking seats by the time we finally arrive for the encore catching 1.5 songs of the entire show. the usher chick points to “a seat” and is like this is it but 5 rows down and over 5, to where those guys are sitting. i look at her. fleet foxes are playing. everyone is starting to HATE US for simply existing. where is a megaphone please?

EXCUSE ME ALL OF YOU GO TO FUCKING HELL!

i say can you DO this for me, point at her usher shirt. she nervously tiptoes, afraid of the hipster hissing wave. i say they are in our seats get them out, this goes back and forth one guy goes “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” gesturing to the amazing band and performance and us ruining HIS experience in MY SEAT! then she looks at me and says well maybe you should have got here sooner? i say WE WERE IN A CAR ACCIDENT! yes because i like showing up to show encores, that’s my jam. that’s my thing. i really fucking like it. she goes i’m sorry i’m doing the best i can here (NO YOU ARE NOT!) and i would have to look at everybody’s tickets and well.. i just say forget it and go back up to the door where we stand. we spent $262 to stand. WICKED. bullshit. here are four tickets, there are four seats, do your job and move those people. you’re too wimpy to? why are you an usher here then????? we were on the wait list for these tickets for MONTHS every week teacher would receive updates as to their status and would we get them. you care so much about us getting them then why won’t you plunk us down in our damn seats. i blame toronto’s hostile concert environments. i hate sitting shows anyway but fuck, what a piss off. after all that.

then more internet abuse and slander and lies and don’t you worry a tidal wave of acknowledgment will certainly be on the way for that garbage, if i get bored enough. the handful of trolls i have files on will be dealt with BY POLICE on monday. examples are being made i don’t care if i turn out to be some retarded online bullying PSA i am saying no more of this. i work my ass off for my brand, no one should have to live in fear of every time an article is published on me or i write one of horrible stalkers coming out of the woodwork to slander you in every thread, just sitting and waiting (HOW AM I THE BAD GUY IN THIS EQUATION HERE?) everything i do for my look is intentional and HARD WORK and for it to be besmirched by cows who say i do this or do that or think this is preposterous. you know i spend time with the same like TEN PEOPLE ONLY. i am very guarded and so it’s quite fascinating that hundreds and thousands of people appear to “know” me so deeply and how i am in the real world. it’s sick. i feel for celebrities, i get it very very bad but nowhere near the same as their harassment. i’m sorry you can only feel like a strong person when you are pointing out all of raymi the minx’s life flaws, criticizing her every which way. you are not special. you are every wet blanket in the room at an event i go to, pre-judging me. i am used to this. it’s sad, but i have been used to this since kindergarden. nothing’s changed. i have, you haven’t.

and now if you’ll excuse me my roots are growing in and it’s not the 80’s last i checked.

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