wax accident. i decided to blow out the tea light with the melted wax liquid still partying on top. red everywhere. smooth. looks kinda neat horror show, some wax on the necklaces too. not as good as gill’s red nail polish explosion all over her white bathroom though, inside toilet too.

red morning. couldn’t manage to get one non-blurred out shot.

subject: something you didn’t know at the time

Sean

wow
how did you happen to unearth that post?

I was reading by category ‘don’t do that’ and recognized him right away. I’ve had my own sometimes bizarre encounters with him.

Anyway, he meant well and was a good guy but his life went sideways I guess.

that is awful
i thought about it all nite long

was gonna give’r then wimped out. i still know some of napoleon’s dance moves to this jam. the somersault tumble point is the best one.

overalls from grasshopper imports

go get a pair then come over and we’ll play devil sticks in the backyard! there are 4 others, all smalls. don’t throw them in the dryer mom!

oh look i’m on mtv! trying to figure out how to rip this and upload to vimeo so i can embed it here. nerds help. (it also airs tonite at 6.30/11.30 if you felt like watching it on television for some reason).

Glad to know that you’re OKish.

Take care

zulieka got it right yesterday.

What you are reading when you read a diary is the author’s love letters to herself. Page after page, fifteen entries a day? That is some heavy wooing.

Ryan Says:

a hope, a belief system that is beginning to make less and less sense to me.

any blog post ideas/suggestions/requests put ‘em in the comments. xo.

ps. go send jamie a hug please. second motorcycle spill in too short a time.

wait’ll you see these babes in full-on action (pissed i didn’t take a decent picture of them last nite). so comfers cozy (appys!) they’re like pajamas. stoners are smart they’re like all i need to do today is put on pajamas oh bonus i slept in them, there, done. day complete. almost bought one of those hippie yarn beach shirt things, used to have one as a teenager. it’s all coming back in guys. sorry to break it to ya.

which one did i pick? (they coil to your wrist, so elfin forest princess lord of the rings live action role play awesome).

now i miss woodstock. go visit grasshopper imports and buy your dad a tie-dye shirt. or a pan flute. 1134 Hwy. #6 North, RR#2 Hamilton, Ontario – Phone: 905-689-4079 they’re so nice there too. i’ll be going back in the summer to play some hack, maybe some devil sticks who knows, eat a soy burg. whatevs. there’s a HUGE property out back, markets, hippies for acres. go have a nice weekend drive. worth it alone to take photos in front of the wall.

i’ll put up the rest of my pics later though if you want a sneak-peak now here‘s the set.

evry’tin be irie alicia.

GET OUT! PATCHOULI! SUCH A STRETCH!

beautiful whimsical summer dresses, painful to look at.

sold out of this sticker sorry dad.

hot pink headband. pre-emptive roots dazzle camouflage.

poster more massive in real life.

time to hit up a hippie shack now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QIiqXV4u8E

not to be a lesbian or anything but happy birthday.

all images blatantly ripped from http://jblyth.com/blog.html

see ya sooners!

had a meeting yesterday at the hyatt with a book agent. yeah that’s right muhfuckers. dressed like a pilgrim with wild animal hair for it, why front right? maybe i will start dressing like flava flav. felt good about the meeting.

i realised i had missed the city maybe a little when i got up to leave. i think it’s an advantage being away from it though, in terms of writing. why do people living in the city want to read about other people living in the city? their lives are pretty much exactly like everybody else’s. why do i care about you bettering your urbaneness over there when i’m trying to do the exact same over here? i will go back to being angry and one-upping you now.

guy is good shit. funny. gets it.

looooove people watching at the hyatt.

love people watching period. but especially up there.

apparently i look to be ten years older than the age i “claim” to be.

a HUGE chunk of red chicken fell out of my mouth nearing the end of this thing, they took it off the bill. that wasn’t my intention at all i just wanted them (experts) in the kitchen to look at it and tell me if it was raw or not. in case i barfed the world last nite they decided to cover their ass.

huge beer stein much? 32 oz. a fuck rush hour prancing pony pint.

thinking about h&m.

went to the red rooster on a whim and look who should be there, holly and gang hey dewds what’s up? sorry had to bail the guy right before you needed to be set on fire. eyebrows waxed, MAKEUP, he looked like jonathan taylor thomas plus corey haim and he kept hornily shaking his guitar and singing songs about banging his girl and being in love and so on. wife beater, fake ‘n bake tan, spiked up hair that looked painted on. the comedy just wrote itself. oh yeah FREEDOM SCARF in the original colour style, black/white. i didn’t take a photo why?

Hey raymi,

Allison

not sold yet, why?

Gossip Folks (not my title) don’t forget to “like” it (star it?)

a little blurb:

I was never allowed to say, “Guess what, I’M HUUGE!” (whether fact or fiction), you just don’t do that in Canadiana, and you don’t dare ever whisper of any intent of becoming so either. Then, if and when it happens, you still shut up about it lest you jinx it. When shit is flung, you have to pretend you don’t care. You must return from whence you came, no big deal zone. It’s so easy in Toronto to just dismiss everything and everyone. People fiercely love or hate something in Toronto. I am one of those somethings.