last nite the gibson showroom had a nice l’il party, but don’t they always.
my favourite designed guitar.
in cab en-route, not the brightest of drivers.
these shoes aced their first nite out test, they ride up and down a bit (size 9s, i’m 8) but i can deal.
i forgot to get a decent picture of alicia‘s sick earrings (yes i just said sick) one is a gun, the other a bullet.
i’m terrible at this game.
theory of a deadman, pretty slick, despite jogee saying they’re chick indie music (so not though)(chick music, but not indie), held my attention for more than 3 minutes, i was on my best behaviour.
see look, best behaviour w/ bonus mannequin hand sticking out, one of my autisms captured just for you:
free wine (dan akroyd) beer (steamwhistle) and patron tequila all nite long, and catered food you guys really should email me when i tell you to.
i gave in to the the starch last nite (not the teeny burger buns though) and wendy was right after not having them for a long time when you finally dig in it does NOT agree with your stomach, i had a lovely date with some tums and pepto and gingerale when we got home. oh and we watched american psycho, my first time.
this is my impression of you.
dudes, i think i’m over bangs!
the one second of the nite when tiff looked sad, everything else was all smiles. she brought us back the cutest magnets from sxsw.
still can’t figure out that game, the frets light up in various sequence and yer supposed to mimic it but we can’t get it to do anything other than lighting up when you tap the frets so you feel clairvoyant then realize oh this is just doing what i am doing not the other way around, on top of being buzzed. good times.
oh, there’s the bullet.
just, you know, hangin’ mhmm. see that blue thing in my purse, that’s my journal, i brought it in case i got bored (we arrived early for fil) and for the majority of the time waiting for people to arrive i felt like the biggest tool ever on top of being dressed like an elf.
then this dude asks us if we have a guitar pick (uh yeah cos i carry picks around with me ALL the time) and then proceeds to jam the fuck out (while wearing vinyl pants) on the couch right beside us and we had to act like it wasn’t at all awkward. i explained to jogee that that’s normal at the gibson showroom, musicians milling about are encouraged to pick up the guitars or play the pianos. anyway it was funny cos we didn’t see it coming and had to act non-chalant.
he had a good voice.
here is me being non-chalant can you tell? while joe is even closer to the dude blamming away ha.
one thing about exercising that’s fun, is coming up with more and more retarded outfits to sweat to.
ok dudes who’s with me tomorrow nite at the gladstone, be there beFORE 9 if you want to get in the karaoke rotation near the top, and sit near me, and see me make a complete dick of myself, or sit there moodily.
oh and if you want to hang with me early tonite email or text i will tell you what the plan is.
this is what it’s going to look like at the gladstone saturday nite if you don’t come
ha kidding the room was jammed you just can’t tell from the angle of this picture, and that’s me at 19 before they reno’d the place. see yikes look at the ceiling:
this is me being moody that britt is leaving after sound and fury, the first act.
aw. look how much room he gives me to scroll with the mouse.
hehehehehehehehehhhheheheheheh.
groupie scum section.
still there, i keep expecting someone to write SUUUUUUUUUCKS over it.
ungh die mannequin try hard courtney lovesque poseur also played last nite, remember when she gyrated my fucking face?
demonstrating to britt how die mannequin stole my innocence.
big dude was wearing black jogging pants and velcro running shoes, brown dude was wearing a dog collar with skull and cross bones on it. if i opened my mouth and made a comment about every single person i saw last nite’s outfit i would lose my voice, too many things to be said.
ugliest doofus shoes award goes to you.
everytime i came out of the john fil said i looked like i was hovering, i said uh how he goes cos you look SO above it. i had perma-bitch scowl on, and did shots of gold by myself, i said the only way i can deal with this scene right now is by maintaining lubrication. we got passes for free ps. ok and guess who headlined? sum 41. it’s for fil’s portfolio ok dudes go easy.
what happened to the brown dude in the band? i didn’t get one look at the drummer, steveo? the only dude i like.
last nite was an all ages crowd too so you can imagine how party that was. where i was sitting beside me they roped off a section of area for avril lavigne and her entourage and had gobs of security too, geez chill out will ya, i was like the only person to even care that she was there ha.
low fat chicken meatballs with jerk sauce and low fat sour cream, when finished i pass the plates to fil, assuming he will soak them. i found this morning that his version of soaking is leaving dishes BESIDE the sink so that the food cakes on to them.
so desperate for something other than what was going on i chatted up this chick and told her how pleased i was to see that she was reading the golden compass trilogy and that i liked that particular book (the second in the series) the most, this was right after i pounded a shot and then find out she’s 19, i gave her my card too, hi!
warning: the following picture might make you barf
ground turkey smells like BO once you nuke it a bit.
once the onions are browned chuck the turkey in then the cheese (we used an extra old cheddar)
voila.
incredible.
i cannot believe he fits in that teeny basket.
you essentially eat a bit less cos of the time it takes (which isn’t much at all) to prep each “nacho”
fil and i have different methods of loading up the romaine, i do it neatly, fill up half, eat it, then fill the other half of the leaf and eat that, whereby fil loads the entire thing like a hot dog and gets crap everywhere.
Highwaisted: welcome to the world of fitness seriously, how amazing do you feel afterwards?
me: amazing! and totally dumb for not doing it sooner
Highwaisted: it takes me a good 3 weeks before i notice a difference, but you feel so good mentally and physically
me: yes the mental change happens pretty much immediately
Highwaisted: think about how ripped you will be if you keep it up with like 6 weeks. holy bathing suit body
me: im going to do it everyday cos im stubborn even tho its shitty machines my body takes to exercise very easily changes happen quick
Highwaisted: running kicks your ass the most i would say.
me: like i lost 28 lbs with basically no exercise just walking
Highwaisted: you should incorporate some running pump it up a notch
me: longboarding
Highwaisted: oh yes loooooooooooooongboarding
me: dont get all susan powder on me dude i just started
Highwaisted: ew. as if i am susan powder. have you seen my ass? also i emailed fil. which guy is kevin in the dunes?
me: i dont know anything about any bands because i am cooler than music
Highwaisted: ugh. lesbian hotness what do you mean cooler than music?
me: im too cool to know who kevin is do you need an aletheometer to decode what i am saying
Highwaisted: alright forget it.
me: fil might know
Highwaisted: yes i emailed him
me: welcome to the world of gchat where the fun never stops or my shitty jokes either
Highwaisted: apparently
me: !
Highwaisted: you mean condescending remarks
me: dude no
Highwaisted: i am razzing you
me: you are sensitive on the internet i get sensitive to peoples sensitivities
Highwaisted: no im just pmsing like a god damn rare steak
me:EWWWWWWWWWW but good one how much do you hate lacy on rock of love
Highwaisted: it doesnt really make sense, but whatevs omg i love rock of love
Highwaisted: i told myself i would never start typing omg just like i would never wear tight shirts like the other girls in grade 8 because i had no boobs if i was there, i would shit in lacy’s shampoo bottle
me: i would tear out her lip ring
Highwaisted: and put laxatives in her beers
me: and throw her in the pool like she did to that pink hair girl fucking snake
Highwaisted: i like the pink hair girl i think she is my favorite her and the blow job chick brandi?
me: fil needs to let me be on a reality show like this so i can fight with cougars i like the bipolar one obvs
Highwaisted: i also like the bipolar one. i think she will get far bret loves all that drama despite what he says
me: i think he likes the busted chicks tho
Highwaisted: woah stop typing what im thinking
me: i would like to fake dance up to him then “accidentally” whip off his bandana and expose his receedo hairline
Highwaisted: OMFG WHY DOESNT HE TAKE THAT THING OFF
me: cos he wants people to think he isnt balding
Highwaisted: for fuck sakes. thats it then right? receding hairline?
me: and his outfits! terrible
Highwaisted: plastic red jacket whats up
me: that made so much noise at elimination last nite and his cowboy hat when they try to kiss him its all down in the way so they do this hokey pokey face dance
Highwaisted: hahahahaahahah i am laughing outloud what a douche we should start a canadian rock of love raine maida! is he still married?
me: yes
Highwaisted: ok um. jeff martin!
me: u are all about canadiana music
Highwaisted: no im not.
me: you would be the evilest one in the house
Highwaisted: uneducated guess raym’s evilest?
me: how many canadian musicians have you dated
Highwaisted: yes probably i agree.
me: i would talk the most shit and be the most hated
Highwaisted: or the hottest
me: the slobbiest drunkest and accused of not being there for sincere reasons and id be like got me and get up and leave
Highwaisted: i dont think i could rock that pole though.
me: i would fall on my face and then it would be a viral video
Highwaisted: and your nose would bleed and then everyone would spread that your a blow face
me: nice and then dont forget fighting with other chicks and being accused of being a racist
Highwaisted: also something i can’t do. fight girls
me: i just verbally assault them til they want to punch me and cos i’d come across as over the top crazy they dont bother
Highwaisted: hmm i can’t even recall ever having a girl want to fight me.
me: nah actually i would be as deviant and phony as possible and gain everyones trust like in elementary school simple
Highwaisted: hahaha scratch the last 10 mins of convo
me: id be like johnny fairplay from survivor brb cid is here and smells
Highwaisted: mmm cid i love cid can i babysit him one day? and then i will train him to love me more then fil and then when fil comes to pick him up cid will be all no way man.
me: yeah right i mean if we go away u can come by and feed and hang with him and joe cid is suicidal when fil isnt around does not purr
Highwaisted: you are just saying that so fil thinks cid misses him
me: its true when fil went to ireland (pre raymi) cid mourned for him on his bed in the basement everyday for months! its the gayest most intense relationship ever oh god can we not talk about cid i just put up 30 pics of him
Highwaisted: that is nice. i need a fucking pet
me: i want my own! and want to train it to despise fil or i dunno maybe get a life
Highwaisted: would you get a cat? or a dog? or a monkey?!
me: a kitten that stays small forever a dwarf siamese dogs are too high maintenance
Highwaisted: what are those ones that have flat ears and short legs?
me: and the only kind of dog i would want would be ridiculously small and pointless oh those japanese ones derno
Highwaisted: mm i love those ones. i am writing to slice and telling them to do a canadian rock of love.
me: nice!!!!!!!!!!!!
Highwaisted: for crap sakes i just got booted
me: aw i noticed i thought u went off to compose yer email to make us famous in the reality tv circuit
Highwaisted: i am a multi tasker raym’s come to the framework videoshoot on saturday!
me: oh whats that
Highwaisted: i sent youthe invite on fb
me: oh
Highwaisted: i invited fil too they need hot hip babes
me: i read that as hip hop
Highwaisted: hahahahahha
me: i dont think theres a shortage of those in toronto
Highwaisted: yeah you can borrow my sweatsuit i just bought
me: whats the video premise
Highwaisted: it has gold crowns on it black and white dress code.
me: you are the size of a munchkin i would rip thru your clothes like the incredible hulk
