look at how much of a hipster my papa was/is, go kerouacs!

so french.

i was told not to open my special bag until i got home for fear of jealous media protest – the suspense oh the suspense. can you tell i got five hours sleep?

no champagne in those guys, sniff.

a wee sluggish.

loved the faeries so much, tons more photos for another day, this is just a teaser post.

fil and i nerded out over this oh you want that corona in a glass or bottle, glass? ok here you go. snicker snicker etc.

smells sooooo nice.

merry christmas skidfanie.

for you sass.

ok more later i’m still supes slow in the head i have to prepare myself for tonite’s stupidity.

success! made it to the one of a kind show and sale after all, mad swag bag hook-ups, i couldn’t eat any of the fancy breakfast specially for us media whores, coffee pleased me just fine as well as some chill pills. it was great meeting people who are really pumped to meet you and your brain and mouth functions are set to zombie, i tried my best. i shall share with you this experience shortly. you must go and experience this for yourself though in real life, many great unique finds and you have til dec 7. i hooked up three geezers with passes, it’s the outing of the year for them, so cute and their daughter’s boss said he went in the 80s on acid ahahha and saw all these buttons with funny faces on ‘em and laughed hysterically with his friend for hours and the stall dude kept them there cos the big acid cafuffle was makin’ sales. good business tip, give someone acid and make them hang around your art stall, yeah that’s totally fail safe, nothing could go wrong because acid is totally predictable.

oh and another success the wine fridge went today wheeeeeeeeeeee!

i have been up since 5am with bad stomach/anxiety with no relief, almost got to a point of ok i can lie down without the world crashing down upon me but i jumped the gun and had to sit immediately upright and attempt to blearily read my book with cid staring at me from the other side of the couch.

so many things on my plate today, i am going to try and see how much i can do before sketching out from no sleep.

boy i sure am glad i inhaled matt’s indian delivery on my way out of his place last nite, that totally helps in the stomach dept.

i’m pounding on the door next time and slippin’ this under then going for a walk around the ‘hood, i’m sick of muting the tv and music everyday to monitor this shit, my cowardice shames me as well as everyone else’s on this floor.

it’s sloppy cos i was shaking as i wrote it and i am weak from malnutrition and i could hear him through the wall going at it. i don’t care if his peach pit pupils can’t decipher my writing, for his own good THEY’D BETTER!

should i add a cartoon of cid and i holding samurai swords?

OPRAH’S FAVOURITE GIFTS EPISODE! RIGHT NOW SHE IS BRAGGING ABOUT LETTERS SHE HAS FROM FAMOUS PEOPLE WHO CARES BEST EPISODE OF THE YEAR!

oh wait something more important is happening in mumbai holy fuckin shit hit up bbc cbc cnn whatever yipes. sorry oprah. ah dude time for a lorazepam. screw it back to oprah it is, my wimpitude can only tolerate so much.

OMG!!!!!!!JKBLIUVGLIVG this song!

a song called raymi the minx! go listen to it! fil is mentioned in it too hahaha i’m so flattered! i love these lyrics so much and i am laughing my head off right now and cid wants to attack me. i will make a video reaction of me listening to this song later.

in total, there are now 4 raymi songs out there. here‘s another one, modestly titled raymi. also you can d/l another funny raymi the minx song here by the quadriplegic twelve.

i keeps gettin’ younger! this is like when oprah has some guy on to tell her her REAL AGE and then also her MAKE BELIEVE DELUSIONAL AGE because she eats right and does yoga.

this is not the sweater i bought.