It’s a 22 I call her Peggy Sue
I thought I was going to be a-scared of being on a vespa. My ex had a Triumph crotch rocket and I loved that at first but then I got fat and nervous and once he had the cow he didn’t have to take it for motorcycle rides anymore (I hope you are appreciating the imagery here) but anyway, the fear is gone Tommy Chong! I love that shit. I bet colleague is pissed cos I talked him out of getting one because I was secretly (and vocally) afraid of being on one, plus my hair and makeup would be a wreck by the time we got to the gig.
My first time at Sadie’s diner. They are liquor licenseless but that’s a good thing for a floozy boozy like me. A mimosa would have hit the spot though.
This post is going to be ridinkulously non-sensical and time disjointed because that’s how I uploaded everything and who’s to lie, how I live too. I just realized the weekend was over. It’s Tuesday. I learn lessons on Monday nights when I venture out to eat and all the kitchens are closed. If you could give me a list of late night foodie kitchens that are open that would be awesome. I’m on west coast time haha. I am the future and the past. This podcast is typed.
This airs tonight! Why they said the eleventh in the email about it I do not know but today is not the eleventh right? How can I get better at managing my time schedule if other people keep fucking it up for me too thanks MTV! Finale Creeps episode is tonight at 9:30 Canadur!! Sorry America, you will have to wait. Or move here. Do you like ketchup chips?
Pulled out my red wrapped mini-belt bracelet from F21. Bought one for my niece too.
Somewhere over the Raymbo way up high there’s a blog that I heard of once in a lullaby. FACT. People periodically and frequently have dreams about me and email me about them. We are usually getting up to hi-jinxes and all kinds of blog vomit stuff that infects their subconsciousness. We even bone! I always ask how I was.
Birds fly over the Raymbo why oh why can’t I?
I can clean up semi-nice. We were gonna go to Gusto but they were closed at eleven on a Monday. Wahh. Well I got to see a girlush get cuffed by an undercover popo then taken to the drunk tank in a cruiser. It was distressing to witness. I bet she learned a valuable lesson. Don’t get violent with cab drivers.
There’s my bun. @stevepella_hair is doing my hair again this week, we are rebuilding the colour. I think we might have an Andy Edie thing going on. Try him out at Head Candy he will treat you right and he does amazing hair extensions. Should I get some did? Before Aruba? Jamaica oooh I wanna take ya?
I like the ghost one.
I bet each one has a neat story behind it.
I feared MTV Creeps had ruined this dress for me. But then the reunion episode happened and I am less pissed off now so I took the legendary blue maxi dress™ out on the town for a spin like it was the Grammy’s and that is probably why we had to eat at bier markt cos I take so frig ass long.
Serious foodie trademark, no one puts their napkin on like a bib unless they were my grandfather at Sunday supper or a baby or a comedian, like-a moi.
Nose humour. It’s not a tumor! I don’t know what my problem is today. I HAVE SEVERAL!
Bunnies everywhere I look. I have some upcoming bunny news speaking of to share.
My hair was an interesting sculpture masterpiece yesterday.
I love love love that these are pink btw. Sugar beach is the best. The smell of sugar from redpath. Too bad white sugar is the devil.
Time to get that new ‘kini.
I love cute faces on dishware.
I FINALLY FEEL LIKE I BELONG.
This is something I would say/do.
Leaving on a jet plane.
One is never enough.
Carrot apple ginger juice. I liked our waitress and felt a do-me vibe
like she might want to do me and I liked also that she said she didn’t shower when I complimented her lipstick. Oh wait there she is in the BG with pigtails. I asked if she liked The Wizard of Oz cos of her Dorothy look. There was a Quebecois couple talking loudly and happily together all over the restaurant. It sounded pretty in my ears.
When directing the shot try not to look rtrd’d.
What’s uppppp. Okay I’ll chill on the pez shots.
An impromptu scoot out to here means your pants don’t match your top. Oh wait let me just try and find my give a care, I left it laying around somewhere here.
No bloat here which is funny cos at the time I felt like a whale. Body dysmorphia sucks.
Maybe if I stopped eating at Midnight things’d be cool. It’s family inherited I think. My uncs is a nighthawk right mom?
I love juice, juice loves me. La da da, dee dee dee. It’s gonna be a big hit.
I was able to name all the meats from knowledge and memory and maybe bullshit one of them.
Indy wrap-up to come. I have an audition to prepare for and a food tasting immediately afterward in the Annex then Rebeccablah‘s to catch Creeps on MTV and then a fashion show. Pray for Raymjo.