is the beginning is the end. oh pumpkins, you were so goth before goth was goth.

for some reason this picture now humiliates me. feh.

it’s nice that you can sit beside others and talk with them but it kinda seems like they have no interest in talking with you haha. wary of the angmohs.

actually everyone seems supremely nice. great atmosphere. i could get a prickly cactus to warm up to me, by the by.

cool order thanks flickr!

after waiting in line so longish you don’t want your server to get away from you so you order frenzy as much as you can.

and then all is right in the world again.

sake shooters, three diff varieties of subtle sweet. i’d hit it again (and again).

blur crap pic quality next purchase will be a camera. and laptop. i’m willing to let you give me either for henry bloggins coverage. already have a BB on the way. nice nice.

bladder expansion.

HOT FACE

sashimi salad.

carpaccio.

comedian.

not a comedian.

do you think my face is blue steel skeletor enough yet ugh. please only look at me if you are wasted.

gunned through the looking glass stephanie arrives for a shooteroo. why am i talking like such an ignoramous right now? malnutrition is rotting my brain.

drew barrymore was v friendly.

manic coffee embodies every hip cultured cliche i love to both embrace, and ridicule. amazing espresso too.

now accepting spa recommendations i need a breather.

if i point out one more time how out of order (these pics are) and lazy i am i’m going to close this thing up. i’m going to wear those tights again to work tonite.

if only this could be cheesier.

it was dead. it felt right.

weeded through to some good ones.

i guess i should just email these?

sunshine hangovers are the only tolerable ones available.

popped in a salon for everyone to full body cringe at the state of my hair, no no i’m cool over here on the couch thanks for the coffee see you later as i slide a forced into my palm biz card into the back pocket of my jeans.

hello bizarre creature.

so docile and friendly. i want a dog to match my floor too.

somewhere out there’s a collage i need to see.

as in, right now.

some kind of plant flower i hopefully won’t murder.

the room keeps changing.

sanctuary.

crap corner where a clothing rack/storage unit to the stars will eventually situate.

i’m starving. someday soon i will have to investigate my new neighbourhood. mitzi’s sister only serves food til 4?

went to la hacienda last nite. not going back. pricey, uninspired. ate meal two at squirlys. man i have so many stories about that place. another time, another life. that was texted to me the other nite. uber emo. i used to eat by myself at squirlys a lot before my nite shift as an “online model” i’d sit there and radiate please come sit with me vibes and it never worked.

incidentally i am looking for a dinner date for the evening before work i am too lazy to call anyone so if you are reading this and starving get at me. you must have good table manners. blah called in early forget it they’re making me something special. come have a drink, wastoids.

can’t tell you how viciously enamored i was with this thing.

dreeeeeeeeamy. so xiaxue. sass and her roommate faith and i have half hour xiaxue discussion pow wows at least thrice weekly.

went to this new japanese place on church last nite called goo guu. apparently there is no literature about it available anywhere online. once the meeds get a hold of it you will not even be able to get in. it’s like a roadhouse tapas style set-up. brilliant. they all scream hello at you when you arrive and leave. so cute. so many sakes to try, and shooters.

pretentiously misleading-looking from the outside. far from it on the interior. in the interior?

kinda a write-off day so i’ll add more to this post as i get my shit in order. lots of emails to go through and things to catch up on. rearranged furniture in room with britt yesterday. got some under bed storage things. my clothes are just retarded, i have too much. i am getting rid of a ton of shit with no more sentimentality that’s it, this shirt i wear once every 3 years is fuckin’ outtie.

went to the spoke club after dinner and had a fun time bullshitting with the bartender, hi matt!

kind of a ridiculous outfit. i hate that that mini cardigan has a slightly xmas-thing to it. i love red, i love red dots, i love red dots on tiny black cardigans. i don’t like christmas in february though. also i need some suggestions for work appropriate feminine shoes that also mesh well with winter climate. flats?

the laziest way to get people to talk to you is by wearing a toasted marshmallow pomeranian on your head. these two (blasted)(respectfully so) chicks came by and one let me take 50 pictures of her in it if they email me they shall receive them. it was like the deaf leading the blind leading the fucking wasted trying to explain to her how to pose. pretty funny.

the national post just emailed me for an interview request, apparently i am a notable city celebrity. lately i’ve been meeting lots of new people, or they’ve been meeting me via others and when asked what it is that i do, blogging, they’re like no really, WHAT does she do? um, nothing? it’s not concrete. there are fifty possible responses. it’s a relief that i have a “real job” now which also makes the whole super fucking famous blogging title even less believable. i find it’s the mid-thirties + set crowd who don’t “get” “it” but why would they? this wasn’t exactly available to them when they were the age i am now.

i’m a loner, dottie, a rebel.

then when the words BOOK and WRITING A comes out that’s when ears turn off.

yeah rubens, things like beating off in porn theatres when you were my fucking childhood hero? i forgive you completely.

some work to be done in five hundred window velvet curtain blinds land but first we must weatherproof.

expect more late nite postings. i seriously feel 19 again. sometimes lucas wouldn’t even know i was home i’d sit hunched over my antique school desk for hours quietly combing the internet and crazily blogging then off to work i’d go at 9 or so. i blogged so much cos we didn’t have a tv. well we did but we didn’t bother with it. i am too lazy and most often too anti-social to bother walking to the other side of the apartment so this will be good for book headway. or stupid posts about shitty things i used to do/intend to do more of. basically if there’s a post it means i’m at home not getting laid.

LOST STARTS TOMORROW WHO’S FLOORED!?

why one would want to do this on a regular basis is beyond me.

i’m really into that one arm in the air thing eh. jeez.

this part was a little nerve-racking.

to celebrate my move lets watch this together.

so touching.

sass‘ roommate is bummed over some docs not processing in his favour and as he was bemoaning the situation his lovely girlfriend faith says remember what earnest hemingway said…and he says EARNEST HEMINGWAY WAS A FUCKING DRUNK AND HIS GREATEST LANDMARK IS A BAR IN KEYWEST. he’s got a very defeatist attitude right now. everything about him is hilarious to me, how he complains about his misfortune, all peppered with clever digs.

thanks for this, fuckos!

the thing that blew my mind about oxford one time was leaving a bar with a drink in my hand and walking right on down the street with it and that being perfectly alright. it was a lazy sunny sunday and i pounded a peach schnapps and sprite (archer’s lemonade, try it. archer’s peach schnapps is the one yer supposed to have but they’re all exactly the same so it doesn’t matter and lemonade is what they refer to sprite as in this drink mix. why they couldn’t call it peach schnapps and sprite is beyond me) then ordered a bottle of smirnoff ice to go (blech ew this was the year before it hit canada so i drank it exclusively over the summer of 2000 in england and can not have one since unless it’s in a power shandy)(ew way too much booze talk lately) where the fuck am i now? right so i am talking about all this because we were taken on a tour of oxford and one part of it led to a pub where a billion famous author’s names were listed off to us who drank there, bringing me back to gunther’s hemingway zinger.

i am moving today it just occurred to me that i won’t be a commuting gypsy after tonite, like, can sleep in my own bed for once. mind is sufficiently blown.

were you touched by the mj tribute last nite on the grammys? no that wasn’t a double entendre you sickos. (yes it was) but anyway seriously now, do you feel they’re being slightly exploited maybe just a little? and why does his daughter look like a mini-sarah palin? prince’s little speech was moving and what poise. i was impressed.

these tights nancy spungen’d all the way down the left leg.

this woman is killing it.

ok so my thighs aren’t going to look any better any time soon so i’ll show these crap pics of my new insane asylum vintage number instead of taking better ones.

flash does not do me or my hair any justice or favours.

yeah thanks for help making my body look like a coke bottle.

i am having laundry clothing organization fantasies right now ahh swoon. looks like i’ll be hitting up my fave swedish store pretty soon. no not h&m, i mean the one with the meatballs and the stupid names for stuf everyone thinks they’re funny about when they point to their stupid coffeetable.

running on steam. bye-o!

unhappy hipsters is so fucking clever oh man, best meme tumblr to date, hands down. good find sass.

He couldn’t stand another night with that smug hookah. AHHAHAHHA making fun of design culture is just as rewarding as making fun of fashion culture. it’s not that we hate fashion and the people and the skinny, or we’re jealous, please, it’s that we’re sick of hearing about it, reading about it, who cares already? stop making it a thing. yeah yeah nice shoes COOL 600 words please do go on. omg drool a dress omg sigh faint a chair that looks like a suitcase. obnoxious. that being said i really did enjoy snp’s fashion rebuttal. sometimes catty snark can be oh so beautiful.

flat roof

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