i haven’t “gone” “punk” in aaages. bumped into mark who everybody knows in that scene, we were in a short-lived band together once. anagram also played (jeff’s birthday). i never know how to dance at these things, put it to a ten then understate it a little then out of nowhere just straight go bananas. pushing and shoving, getting shoved. silliness. i don’t even say the word silly on a regular basis and don’t worry i don’t intend to be making a habit of it either. got cut early from work wasn’t expecting to be able to even go to this. it’s nice to get shitty with shitheads. oshwagans.
thank fuck for jamming toilet paper in my ears.
earlier at work got some pirates ripped on screech rum. ARRR.
totally. this ad just got funnier.
walk and grocery run with lucas.
roots are out of control. no time til tuesday earliest to sort ‘em out. feel so anti-princess right now cos of that. sigh blond is such high maintenance and fucking expensive too.
lovin on the sunflower seed butter right now. like peanut butter but crazy texture.
Just wondering, what kind of success have you had monetizing your blog and how did the ball get rolling regarding your audience?
Were there a few specific posts that did it, or was it a gradual thing??
Anyway, just thought I’d touch base as I came across your site through the NP feature recently…
Cheers,
Christopher
my stunted rash reply from BB: Ive been blogging ten years and im good at what i do. An innovator, unique, original content daily. I have scandalized myself etc etc.
Cool cool…
I enjoyed how you showcased that criticism on your blog…might steal
that idea and run some of our worst antagonists within the post itself.
Weirdly, the worst, most hateful vitriol spewed at us has been because of pot-shotting some crappy 70s band and writing storyline suggestions for Dexter (!).
I get so much hate it all cancels itself out eventually. No time to fight every battle. I owned ihateraymi.com at one point. First published book called dear raymi is made up of love/hate mail. Everything is content. Being hated is kinda punk rock. Means you’re doing something right, and right now which ultimately is the idea, to be of the moment.
you can develop allergies right? i don’t remember having them as a kid. when i ride my bike my eyes trickle and stream. even when i walk i discovered yesterday and it so suuuuucks. i have to leave home extra early so i can peddle at my leisure so as to not induce niagara falls out of my sockets but then i end up beating it thru the ciy as fast as possible anyway cos i have no concept of time and the OMG I’M LATE hits me. then i arrive on time with garth algar hair. speaking of hair i am so having my roots done next week and platinuming it up. heidi montag here i come. (holy shit isn’t she insane!?)
here i am as david hasselhoff. roomies brought home a person from four different bands wednesday nite after their sets. post work i am kind of a cunt but i indulged these kids for a little while. kids on mdma in my home at 3 in the morning talking about music (boringest shit ever for me personally) grinding their jaws. funny and irritating. they were super sweet though, very nice kids.
there are so many barky bitches in my life lately i’m kinda really sick of it. i’m at a point now where i have zero tolerance and patience for shit attitudes. i hustle my ass off, have very limited free time, it feels like EVERYONE is fucking angry at me always i feel like i am this close to snapping. i do a good job being polite and tolerant and abiding by the code of friendliness and manners but some people just like to push and push you right to the edge. when someone pisses me off my response is something along the lines of i have no time for this, sorry. complain elsewhere. i’m just trying to get through my fucking life right now. respect that, don’t take it so personally.
discovered an empty queen west patio yesterday and was given red carpet treatment. such a good hang. a place you wouldn’t think to go to, but you should. i am apprehensive of sharing cos i want to keep it to myself i know it’ll get flooded but oh well they were good to me so i must oblige and do a plug. next post.
i did. now what for ’10?
talent not capitalized on makes me severely irritated. i dunno why some art students rigidly keep their craft to themselves. makes no sense. i didn’t go to art school, i am not an amazing artist, but i made myself a small fortune from my art. it’s marketing, guys. just do it. why go to school for years to not make a living doing what you love? i’m going to start painting again and have another show.
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one.
here’s why i’m always kinda sorta late.
check out my aunt‘s moving sale tomorrow and sunday, 93 Spadina Road just north of bloor on the east side. i’ll be there at some point in the afternoon depending how hung i am and how early i can get myself into bed. she’s selling art, books, clothes, futon, knick knacks, some chairs etc etc.
MOVING MADNESS SALE
at the Coach House behind
93 Spadina Road
(just north of Bloor Street)
Your blog is the most self-absorbed, mindless, sad piece of drivel I have ever encountered. Or maybe it’s just a brilliant joke about how absolutely pathetic women like you are! If that’s case, well done. It’s actually deadening to look at all this crap. And for the record, you have the worst style ever.
i’m sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. this is a recording. please hang up and try your call again.
i cannot believe this dress fits me. geez louise o’gosh is like a size zero. less than that even. my make-up is fucked from biking over i am so sick of pollen explosion every time i ride my bike my eyes ruuuuuuuuuun. work was great tonite, busy. dakota tomorrow for the great diviners and jet set. gonna get screeched with the newfs. xoxo
yesterday was, for me, typical these days? awesome, hilarious, new. fun. be riiiight back. folding laundry, gonna move the office to the front sunroom today to catch up while melodie studies.
chesty larue’s solo was soooo good. i’ll blog the video in a bit.
i have two huge empty storage containers on wheels beneath my bed. i was so worried about space for my stupid possessions, went out and did something about it and left the shit empty. colour me on top of things.
yesterday i realised that halloween is so taken care of. i’m goin’ as a piece of shit hipster.
no fair i love this shirt. bought it at the thunder bay airport. speaking of which think i’m going to visit the skids as soon as possible before i blow my city brains out. i need to climb that mountain again like, now. but anyway that entire outfit (stupid hair included) looks like it came right out of a halloween costume bag. ONE hipster costume please and in the fine print on the packaging is printed contains one gold chain, one wolf t-shirt, fake elvis costello glasses, one empty beer can, but BYOBA: bring your own bad attitude. jesus am i even funny anymore? what the hell is going on here?
yikes. melodie asked if that was a picture of rob up there. hahah. no it’s kerouac why the hell would i have a poster of rob over my bed? actually that would be pretty funny.
turns out melodie was planning on stripes too. the day we first met when i was 19 at my old apartment, lucas brought her back to the house, had a gong show party underway. then this cute friendly girl comes toward me wearing the exact same shirt as i was. long sleeve tight black and white stripes, my go-to mime mod shirt. if i was a homo i’d say that means something, kismet.
told her to go ahead and wear it but she wasn’t down. i wish she did cos the bartendress at red light was wearing a black and white stripe shirt too. you’ll see.
annie hall bowler hat got a thumb’s down. one of these days i’ll hero it out on the town. i may or may not be swigging from a bottle of sake. who knows, we’ll see.
someone can’t take photos to save their life.
and they wear vegan shoes.
watusi with ms britt for IOU (she owes me) birthday bite and drinks.
things were a bit hazy from my day in bellwoods. oh such a good day with melodie. i’ll post those pics later. she beat me to it.
sometimes i look super old and sometimes i look like an adorable spring chicken brat.
and sometimes my hair sticks out and no one tells me.
expensive drinks at watusi. kinda like, who do you think you are? we get asked for singapore slings at the central a lot to which i’m all are you serious? look at our drink menu we have a dick load of signature sweet and delicious stuff but no cherry brandy. go to the fucking mandarin guy!
had to get one to see what the big deal was. i cannot even remember. it was good but it didn’t give me a happy ending finish.
actually it was pretty refreshing though miss cheapskate (me) would prefer it be a good two dollars cheaper. britt and i are both broke as shit at the moment when the bill came it was a sad state of affairs. debit cash and credit card. the waitress hated us apparently, i didn’t notice because i don’t give a care about that stuff anymore.
so muriel’s wedding. britt’s never seen it. try explaining muriel’s wedding when you’re blasted. good fucking luck.
green eyeshadow, blue martini, love it.
wonton nachos were supposed to be stuffed to the brim. some were completely empty. i’d never had them before so i didn’t know. i realise that britt is a total service industry complainer gotta watch it when i’m with her, so demanding but it has the bonus of making me look like a bleedin’ angel. which i am anyway she just drives it home. she did say something classist/elitist about it (service industry) though that super pissed me off. i got her point but still, don’t even go there.
the drumms were amazing. forget which flavour we got. the spicy one i think.
unagi/avocado sushi. WIIIILD MUCH.
about this time i noticed she mighta been hating on us a little so i made her take our picture. the place was dead, the service was kinda slow, whatever i’m easy BUT if everything is “higher end” (expensive) i expect to get what i pay for, don’t you? in summation, step it the fuck up.
i need to get a smaller purse for nite time. it takes over my entire outfit. what do i have in there that i need so bad anyway?
reunited with the family at red light.
my new aussie friend mr sheedy rolled on in. he actually thought the central was called the babe central hahaha.
oh hi there.
not to brag or anything but look how tiny i am. short-lived though as i feel like a total cow at the moment. i’ll be dancing in a couple hours and taking it off down to nude flowers at the hot box cafe, first show at 3.15 then 5.30 GOT IT!
pisstanked time to go home.
lucas you looked super great and your tunes amaze me but why didn’t you introduce me to those hot guys behind you, selfish.
