i didn’t know last nite was basically friday for us party animals until i was loaded in a 7-11 demanding doritos, i coulda gave’r a lil harder man! oh wasted thursday what is a friday. no worry, i feel destroyed right now anyway as yuje!
today or tomorrow i’m going over to gill’s to try on the 20 dresses of hers i set aside for my new orleans trip, which has been put back another week (after my birthday) and that eases my easily stressed out mind a tad.
dude, these chicks were BONKERS! near the end of liam’s set they come out of nowhere and party up a storm, i was filming them and the one in the white shirt hammed it up hardcore for me i couldn’t believe my eyes, oh youth.
oopsy daisy.
the thing is, his music and their dance moves, weren’t really in sync, at all.
judgemental groupie central.
if you go to shows then you’ve seen yvonne, she’s an institution, the first time i met her i buggered it up by saying she reminded me of this crazy woman from oakville, but somehow meant it as a compliment? she thought it was amusing, i said welp there’s lots more where that came from unfortunately.
and i told renita that her look reminded me of something extremely specific and do you want to hear it cos it might be crazy insulting? she’s like yeah tell me, i say ok you know the movie mrs. doubtfire, when robin williams has that show at the end when he’s that old lady, ha yeah mrs. doubtfire, whatever, well he has this puppet as a co-host? yeah well, you look like that puppet in that hat and leather jacket. i just tried to find a picture of that on google, can’t. if you have mrs. doubtfire and you don’t have a life can you watch that part of the movie for me and give me a confirmation on this please? thanks. thanks to mle for tracking one down!
it makes sense really, cos her brother brad looks like the muppets kind of, the other nite he looked like scrooge in his black scarf and dinner jacket ok you don’t care.
before all this we killed some time at gill’s after dinner at the re-opened midtown, new ownership, we think it’s going to tank (they’re trying to do bottle service!)
mom that red cardigan was yours, gill is the recipient of the majority of your shirts.
fucking buzznet puts ads over their videos now, and i finally got youtube to upload a video, and then it was removed? it was just a vid of me jammin’ shittily to gh3’s paint it black what the fucking fuck. so i’m wicked pissed, i deleted the original, i guess i’ll try the one of paranoid next see how long that lasts.
anyway, black hair or keep it as is, thoughts?
i drank a vanilla ensure for lunch/starvation/hour of power and almost barfed it all up fuck that stuff is gross, and all i could think of was max the dog (in his last days fil’s mum gave max ensure and other fatty things cos he was losing a lot of weight) and my grandma, sitting on my grandma’s bed in her retirement room, having an ensure each, and how i associate ensure with death now. once you get to the bottom of the bottle there are gobs of gooey gross and after every sip you get a metallic taste in your mouth ungh if i concentrated hard enough on it right now i bet i could make myself barf.
then i had half a tylenol three cos my kidney is hurtin’
then i had a bath and painted my nails while listening to the same three songs i always listen to and wondered if the neighbours would give me shit or something cos they can no doubt hear everything that goes on in our ‘loo and i was hoping they would so i could say yeah well i’ve heard your fucking acoustic guitar music through the bedroom wall since we moved in, and it’s crap!
then i tried to sink to the bottom of the tub and felt really sleepy from the t3 then i plotted out infinity outfits to bring to new orleans and obsessed over how i was going to fit it all in my tiny suitcase and had many mini panic attacks (worst traveler ever) then i got out and now here i am hi.
yeah t3 always makes you kinda queasy, t3 + barf milkshake = spewiest idea yet.
oh and i chickened out of slamming on the wall when that old guy yelled at his wife again just now.
ok so it’s my birthday soon and there’s gonna be a party on saturday march 29, i have zero details of where or what is going on, fil wants you to email him if you want to come: loveswomen@gmail.com or facebook him whatever. so mark that date in your calendars, no excuses, i’m turning 25 can you believe it!?
we went through all his wedding pictures i took that he hadn’t seen and WOOF was i fat, thanks for telling me you guys!
they made a significant dent in the charity beers.
cid and i retired earlier, not by much though.
we think cid’s metabolism is on the fritz, i guess i should stop sharing all my meats with him, yesterday it was leftover ribs. he also has a fondness for cheese.
clothes mountain depresses me so.
new little speakers, pretty fucking grand, goin’ to change our lives this summer at the beach, i am looking forward to fighting over song choices with fil so hard. and wearing my supermarket dress, that’s basically all my brain can fit in it right now, supermarket dress and summer.
liam is playing at the el mo tonite, i hate that place, whatever, we’re all going to support the l’il duder, so if you want to come hang or stare at me from a dark corner of the room while i’m at the bar being bitchy and irritable come out, it’s only 5 bucks.
here’s a few excerpts from an article what a journalism student did on your hero recently:
The lone bartender detaches herself from the bar, where two men are singing drunkenly, comes over to the table, and asks if anything’s needed. White orders a vodka soda, and squeezes the lemon slice before dunking it in her drink. The Flaming Lips’ “Do You Realize?” pounds over the speakers, and White has to lean and yell to be heard. White writes many beginnings of fictional stories, but hardly finishes them, she says. One story she did finish, called “I Like The Crazy Girl,” was put up on her blog and later printed in “Marketable Depression.” The thousand-word story is about an autistic girl named Melinda. “I incorporated from my memory some character traits in an autistic character in a Baby-Sitters Club book,” she says. “It’s kind of beautiful, the way you visualize the crazy girl. She wears crazy dresses and it’s sort of charming, but she can’t access her beauty because she’s fucked.”
White views her blog as a vital launching pad to something next – she mentions that the “something” may be TV, acting, writing another book, or a movie based on the Raymi persona, which she says she has already been working on. “Even when I don’t want attention, I want people to view me under a microscope,” she says. Of her blog, she says, “I undersell it. Eight years, and it’s transcended what other people think of blogs. It’s an online journal, it’s artistic bullshit, I document my entire life.” Wilen quips, before going out of the bar for a smoke, “it’s sometimes risqué, sometimes ordinary, but interesting. You’re going into someone’s head, with anyone’s blog.” Wilen then gets up and lights her cigarette on the Jameson candle flame. White makes a funny face at her.
“Knowing her, and reading her blog, I’m sometimes surprised. I forget she’s as good a writer as she is,” says Phil. Phil has known White since 2004, when they met in Oakville, Ont. White In her memoir, White writes, “in many ways he has saved my life.” Inside Ted’s, White responds to Phil’s compliment, “You should tell me that. Sometimes I need…” then she pats herself on the back.
White says she’s succeeded because “people are starved for meaning. Blogging is a saviour these days.” Though she says blogging is “a little of everything and a lot about nothing,” she hopes to be remembered for being funny and inspiring, for making people “feel okay about being depressed” and letting them know that “there are good things in this world, more colours than just the colour grey.” Near the ending of her memoir, she writes, “I’m that someone who is forever going to be something someday and that’s what my something is. You know how everyone has a something, well mine is that girl who is going to be something, maybe nothing, but maybe something.”
“velvet revolver, AS IF slash and scott weiland and others that’s awesome. i guess slash finally parted his hair to the side, looked around and realised fuck man, i should be in a better band. eat shit g&r.”
the old navy pants bought weeks ago that made me look like your mom, i made into shorts.
kirsty and i go way back, on the internet, here is a chat we just had. after i hit publish i’ma unearth an older chat we had, don’t worry, these chats are incredibly long winded and pointless.
oh and before we begin here is kirsty and her tits
Kirsty: my eyes are burning
me: why
Kirsty: bored
me: the cat is on me
Kirsty: blog fever?
me: i want to get up and make eggs but this cat is gaying it up in my lap
Kirsty: i am so jealous of your relationship with your cat
me: ha i wish the camera wasnt across the room
Kirsty: i once smoked so much weed i thought my cat fancied me. things were never the same after
me: its difficult to type oh i can relate to that
Kirsty: yeah the relationship is so intense!
me: like why are they always posing so sexy ha
Kirsty: all that blinking! and looking deeply into your eyes wow
me: no kidding they totally know what theyre doing i dont buy that innocent small brain shit
Kirsty: noooo. they are masters of the wavelength
me: like right now hes pretending to be playing with the ipod earphones cord but really he is trying to cop a feel and meaningfully pet my hair
Kirsty: hahaha
me: im like, youre not my type i like skinny cats only wow i need a life
Kirsty: get him to pour you a carafe of wine
me: yeah i wish lazy mooch
Kirsty: he is fat…like mephs with a tiny pea head
me: and when im masturbating as IF he isnt looking
Kirsty: hahaha
me: his head is really small
Kirsty: i came 8 times in a row the other day i had to stop myself blogging it im glad i didnt
me: HAHAHAHHAHA well im going to blog this too funny
Kirsty: noooo fuck off!
me: aw! what if i put it at 88 times
Kirsty: my friends read your blog too
me: so they will high five u then
Kirsty: actually you may its fine if they found out through someone else i just dont want to brag
me: i had to stop myself bragging to everyone in gr 8 the day after i figured out how to successfully get off i should have put that into my valedictorian speech
Kirsty: its so addictive hahaaah
me: i was like these guys are losers i bet no one in this room has ever had an orgasm, stupid grade 8s
Kirsty: since i put that picture of half my breasts up my men friends are behaving strangely
me: oh they view you as an actual woman now
Kirsty: hahaha i wish they wouldnt
me: i took a bunch of nudies of myself i only do it when i feel skinny
Kirsty: i know. seriously i have read your blog since it started. lol its so funny because blogs were…..so embryonic like…wow…this girl is going to let me look at her life, every day? wicked needless to say i had no job
me: yea we go way back
Kirsty: i liked your hair when it was that funny peach colour and you flicked it up at the ends
me: i remember chatting to you on msn in 2004 baked out of my mind malibu kirsty
Kirsty: oh hai
me: oh pagoda head i should relink the chat i blogged way back when
Kirsty: i just loved your style. loved the dyke haircut and the suits. loved the gasmask. loved the massive balls youve always had. ive been so busy complimenting you ive missed my train
me: aw no sorry that there is so much to compliment
Kirsty: hahaha
me: where were you headed
Kirsty: its so interesting…you know…anthropologically apart from anything else… you really were one of the first to get on this thing oh im going home. im at work right now.
me: yeah im a pioneer village i should have a lifetime achievement award but not from those gay bloggie awards from someone else like you
Kirsty: well i gots to go…tell the world i had 8 orgasms yeah. you should…but you have looooads more to do! i reckon you have loads more to offer…i am completely interested to see where you go. oh i will definitely be there til the bitter end, and i would love to present you with a lifetime achievemnt award!!
me: yes there is more yet unfortunately aw! have a fun nite
Kirsty: i have this singing audition thing to do tomorrow
me: say hi to ikea
Kirsty: i am fucking scaaaared LOL IKEA
me: oh yeah i read about that on your blog did you tell him thats what i call him (ilkka?)
Kirsty: how come i never thought of that!!!!
me: i have only said it to you 3454893563 times
Kirsty: im calling him that. normally i call him EFL (English as a Foreign Language)
me: ha
Kirsty: Ikea that is brilliant
me: merry christmas
Kirsty: hey have you seen Battle for Haditha?
me: no
Kirsty: if you see one film this year…. make it Penelope If you see TWO films this year watch Battle for Haditha
me: ok noted
Kirsty: (dont watch Penelope it was the worst thing i could think of…but its so bad probably no-one has heard of it except for me) Battle of Haditha is…exceptional ok bye raymi..love you! xxx take care
me: byebye XO see you on my blog!
Kirsty: i feel embarrassed. you might think i am in love with you and a mental patient do you know what i wish?
me: dont feel embarrassed what do you wish im going to blog your boobs
Kirsty: that we could hang out. it would be FUN i know it it hurts my feelings you’re millions of years away and i will always be a madwoman at the end of a messenger service
me: well one day we can hang
Kirsty: yeah! you think you’ll come to london sometime?
me: yes!
Kirsty: i would love to buy you a whisky in fact i would love to share a bottle of the shit
me: i would love you to buy me a whisky too
Kirsty: and put the world to rights
me: yes that too
Kirsty: it would be hilarious cool, well i’ll look forward to that then and be extra careful when crossing the road
me: i also want to go back to that pub in knightsbridge and re-visit that terrible sandwich
Kirsty: oh fuck that
me: and see if the dude who gave me ketamine still bartends there ungh
Kirsty: mmm ketamine i just would like someone to tell me why i ever took ketamine more than once why the first incident of losing all my marbles was not a clear indication that it really was not the drug for me. and the fact my friend had to repeatedly sing the chorus of ”youve got a fast car” by tracey chapman so i wouldnt completely lose touch with all reality i know. what a song.
me: the first time i did it it was like drinking a 2-4 in canada a 24 case of beer is called a two four
Kirsty: cool
me: anyway the second time the day after i got out of bed my legs were paralyzed for 2 mins i fell to the floor see in bruges theres loads of drug scenes, v funny a midget on k
Kirsty: bruges brussels?
me: the movie
Kirsty: oh
me: its in belgium
Kirsty: hahaha i meant belgium when i said brussels my achilles heel. geography. until recently i thought saudi arabia was a continent.
me: dont get me started on geography
Kirsty: you love it? hate it? im literally the worst at it in the world ever part ii
me: fil was shocked i knew what rio de janeiro was
Kirsty: hahahaaaa in 5’8 club we are shit at geography. actually harrys pretty good. my friend was talking to me about her trip to istanbul…i was like..”you went to istanbul?” she said ”yeah! in november, remember?!” i said ”i thought you went to turkey?!?!”
me: hahahahahha
Kirsty: (istanbul is the capital of turkey) as you clearly know. hahaha
me: well i was pretending i knew just then
Kirsty: hahaha oh i am having a fab time. but i have to go home to ikea now see you in the v.i.p member of our respective blogs
here is a reunion chat from 2006 with kirsty, now i will try and dig up the older ones.
