ps. who the fuck spilled an entire beer all over my coat, it was all down inside my sleeve and collar and i had to walk home carrying three booze bottles in the cold wearing a wet jacket and now i am going to drink everyone’s left over sauce because someone in my circle of friends is a secret dick and i don’t mean private eye.
pps. wendi don’t invite strange guys from the hallway into our hotel party when i am lying on the bed stuffing four slices of the most untasty pizza ever into my mouth – one guy was way creepy and i’m glad i gave my fucking business card to his buddy too, and even as i was doing it i was thinking in my head i should not be doing this, it’s all wendi’s fault she got them to circle me and then said THIS GIRL IS THEE BEST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD (maybe she said universe) pointed at me a bunch so then i crossed my arms over my chest, nodded and said IT’S TRUE! ahhahahaha.
i should make a separate blog just for writing down everytime this scenario happens when wendi is introducing me to someone, how much she fluffs me up to them and then fucking leaves so i am forced to talk about myself to a total stranger like i am a used car salesman as well as the used car and i can see on their face how their brain is 100% rejecting all the bullshit coming out of my mouth. thanks wendi. usually now i just say oh yeah i have a blog bye or talk about myself in a self-depricating fashion that comes across real facetious-like cos i am a socially awkward buffoon. then a month later i meet them again and they are like hey i thought you were a total flake or something equally rude and then cap it off with but i was wrong you’re awesome turns out you’re famous blah bla h blah. i would like to return the what i initially thought of them favour too, but i am not a piece of shit like that. hi guys!
ppps. i was so mad about my jacket i decided to do a theatrical performance of rage for fil by throwing it onto the floor and gruffing?/growling like a grizzly bear and stalking in a circle three times before i put it on.
Raymi Art Show Tour
I had this weird dream, nothing of real importance happened.
Your art show had become like this three day tour. The first day was here in hamilton, at the convention centre down town. It was like this brunch thing, which I thought was pretty awesome. So me and my cousin Tiffany are waiting to sit down when you and your friends come out and sit at the table at the head of the room, but they have all the chairs so you cross you arms and tap your foot and look really pissed off. So my cousin stands up and we carry her chair over to you so you can sit down and eat your meal.
Lindsay
