you fashion people in your camouflage wear you think you’re really quite up there

all my fashion show pics are pretty half-assed, was going between video and photos and then this gaggle of twats encircled me at the end totally rude as hell and i was like fuck it i’ll just turn my back and enjoy my brew and view out the window.

ahh drink tickets, we didn’t bother to use up our second round, too many purses and jackets and hot air in the room, L-ame. i’m pretty egotistical right, to a point, i know when to tone’r down, which is why i so totally enjoy the company of those who don’t and by company i mean, across the room from me while i stand in the shadows staring and judging, you. oh shut up you so do it too. my favourites are the beyond ME ME ME ME ones.

i think jen looks like she stepped out of an archie comic, hole-era.

my hair was off last nite, i was trying this little clip thing, so annoying, how can the tiniest hair ornament produce such a strong head ache?

BLAH BLAH BLAH OH BLAH? YOU KNOW BLAH TOO? ME BLAH!! GET OUT OF BLAH!

so the clothing line is called FOX and this whole she-bang was for the canadian launch of the whatever, originally from australia? kind of urban outfitters meets h&m meets every other thing that’s being mass produced for losers like me. i got a 25 dollar certificate i hope it’s not all pricey crap.

the models were v playful, B+. they even had a chick who wasn’t thin as a rake.

this guy was my favourite, he had the best boots and just oozed flamboyancy, and yes that’s a word.

killed it.

then we went to mini market where i ate way too much and i wasn’t even hungry and we had dirty martinis and gossiped our brains out, we talked about you, you, not you, you, you, and you.

sass met up with us to drink non-alcoholic drinks, good for her.

then to ted’s where the douche behind the bar thought he would fill up the room with his loud crappy music, dear bartenders, filling up bars by turning up the volume achieves the opposite of what you are trying to achieve. the people who are there, leave, and then you are left alone with bon jovi and some flickering candles. video of our annoyance to come.

love this mural.

my new t-shirt already has a tiny hole in the armpit. can i brag and say it’s a size 2?

i am sick of my bangs, i should not have cut them that last time, i need them to be long enough to part for my arwen costume.

sorry jen i look like garbage in the other ones but i’ll post them anyway for you, now we’re even.

it rained yesterday so give me and my hair a break.

oh look, a vaudevillian swede, no biggie.

raymi vs. the swag gino shirt, inside out it goes.

only in looking at this photo did i realise those are skulls. not bad. it’s a size small, everyone got smalls, a little presumptuous. sass got a potato sack sized shitty shirt. aw. we also got this crazy box of lotions potions soaps etc i’m going to re-gift to my mom for her bday which is just around the corner. wicked.

we shared some interesting tales about doing it on yer rag. my favourite quip was about downplaying yer flow at the tail end of yer cycle so dude goes for it and then at the end of your business you discover that uh um, whoops, guess it wasn’t so near to finished as i’d thunk.

so i returned the stevie nicks shirt for a beige cardi and i just went for high tea at the ROM’s C5 restaurant with my aunt and it was lovely.