omg you guys
not one comment while i was gone you guys are so mean! ok i take it back, erin did her commenting homework while i was shakespearing this post, just in the nick of time too.
went to the VICE party, name wasn’t on list, was cool enough looking to get in despite that, i know i rsvp’d i got a bounce back email saying name was on list, feh. two drink tickets, two vodka sodas, got a free copy of vice at least, kinda lame party cos everyone is too cool/insecure to chat each other up well ok i blame it all on me being a shy loser because yes if not for that there’da been line-ups to say hi to me. god toronto lighten up!
saw s-nicole and she showed me her rad bicycle accident scab i rifled through my bag to get her a unicorn band-aid, couldn’t find one, i know i put one in there yesterday cos i remember thinking that it would jinx me into scraping something. she was wearing a oh nevermind i’ll just show you this picture:
total babe right, babes make me say the dweebiest shit to them, thank god i’m not a dude. her blog is pretty dreamy, all fashion and romance and epic loftiness, quite fantastical, i stalk it. you can’t comment on it though. oh wait i just looked up lofty and turns out that’s kind of insulting, i mean the good part of lofty, and besides it’s like one of her favourite words, and i know this, because i stalkread her blog.
anyway i’m here killing time for a bit then i’m off to more all over city madness, i called gill, she was supposed to be at the drake, she answered the phone sounding like she had been brutally beaten up or kidnapped and hoarse-sounding in a closet, i think she was just sleeping finally. i feel like i am stalking gill cos i get updates from fil of her nxne activities and we send each other cryptic txt messages that are all warbled one-liners. oh man so many stalking admissions for one post.
saw some C-lebs, talked to no one and no one talked to me. i muchly enjoyed the 40+ yuppies in summer attire getting turned away from the patio private party on my way down, that part was worth the west end trip alone.
i love your face oh so much.
riza if you wanna hang-ten tonite call meeeeeeeee. radmad is down for it.
