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i don’t see anybody that dear to me

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ah man i have the worst blemish on my chin. moving zit.

woke up this morning afternoon to discover this classic beauty. hmm maybe i can drape myself all over it for some pictures sometime. score. but then…

WHAT THE FUCK.

just looking at them made me feel crazy by osmosis.

awesome.

melodie explained there’s a crackhead woman who is like their watcher. a man in the area tried to get rid of them but she lost it on him so he gave up.

half of them look to be pregs. meh, what can you do? BLOG ABOUT IT.

caught up on some glorious sleep. putting organization on hold for one more day. i had an armoire/desk that my dad fell in love with and wanted to keep. it wouldn’t fit in here anyway. i’m going to have to get some sort of wall mounted shelf storage i dunno whats. there’s a teeny closet in the office beside my room and various nooks and crannies throughout the house. today i’ll sort through some crap, jam as much as i can into my two dressers (the blue guy was here when i arrived i’ll likely paint it) then leave the rest til i acquire some bins. i guess those huge tupperware flat numbers will be pretty good for under the bed. we’re going to put the livingroom’s shag rug in here too so it’s 1979 again. the room is far bigger than how i’ve been photographing it.

very old school. the toilet is in its own room, they’re called water closets. the bath/sink is in a separate room beside it. guess i won’t be washing my hands much haha.

disarray. there is no fucking way i’m showing the pile of crap i have stacked immediately below the frame of this picture. the pillow in the foreground everyone seems to own is not mine.

melodie has placed many adorable adorables throughout, quite urbanely homely.

lots goin’ on. loving it.

i do not own one record. my eyes glaze over when britt talks about vinyl.

this mug made me feel very comforted. i looove the disney christmas carol (i also played scrooge in a play in grade 6) because i am a child.

i need to buy a scale. no one i know has one, all the places i’ve been couch surfing lately. i know i’m below 120 now, not my fault just a stress-effect. i might even be 115. i weighed myself at my dad’s with my shoes pants belt jacket on and i was 119 but his scale is ikea and those swedes like to fuck with us. in summation, WHO CARES.

cat watch out! you guys are so gay.

i would really love to know which bag contains my toiletries.

i may have a mean brain but i’ve manners

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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!?

I’M MOVED!

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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.

Gaburo Girl

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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

absinthe masters

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my left thigh looks like johnny knoxville’s right now. my left hand is very battered, knuckle exploded into a bruise got hit in the same spot twice and later on my thumb. i took out the first opposing team on my own for the most part. then the second round again. then i got a reputation that spread throughout the building. we all worked together but yeah i was a little insane kamikaze in the beginning. once my hand got hit i lightened up a little. getting it in the mask is pretty funny, very sobering. speaking of which not a one of us was. the paintball aficionados said we were the best renters they’d ever seen. this pack of kids didn’t want to play us cos we were a bit aggressive. picking people off is fun once you get in position and see a guy crouching having no idea you’re right on him holy gun psycho talk ok one more thing you pant a lot from adrenaline and over-exertion, totally wicked workout. bruises likely won’t go away for awhile. i have sand everywhere and my chucks are fucked.

bought these yesterday from value village. they’re a little small. i think your feet shrink when you lose weight. i also bought a vintage one piece swimsuit i’ll show when i take a better picture in it.

it was a wonderful buzzkill to have the paintball place situated right beside a church. people streaming out and we’re all packed in one vehicle pounding brews what’s up god folks?

there’s a central fb page out there somewhere i need to be an admin for so i can load it up with pictures. we left those balloons behind and when we came back after paintball they were still there haha.

kamilla is wearing my $1 raybans. fakebans.

uggggggh. it was the boss’s idea to get us blasted (j/k)(sort of)(best boss ever!) so we’d be easier to pick off. pretty much backfired immediately. being gunned takes the sting and the fear out of how fucking scary the act of paintball is.

the green fairy. oh boy.

after. oh man i was worried for a minute there. then my hands and arms buzzed like crazy for a bit. absinthe at noon on a sunday.

last nite was hip hop nite which will never be happening again cos it got insane and no one tipped. i was cut early thankfully and once i left the crazy turned way up. cops showed. tellin’ you guys, central is lighting up big time.

hard to capture but once it’s more significant i’ll definitely document and share my bruise progress. who the fuck shot me twice in a row? i got teppei in the side of the head, i feel pretty bad but have to admit, it kinda felt good too.

if you come for a drink and it’s not too busy i’ll pour it into a special glass just for you.

tomorrow i move house i cannot wait for tuesday and for it to be all over so over tired so many stories to tell so little time. i am done being a travelling gypsy. all my stuff is disorganized, clothes are mixed with dirty and clean ok who cares no one wants to read about that shit.

my right arm is becoming very sore now. took some shoulder hits but mostly from carrying the gun.

we frolicked about in our summer skin

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i’m ripping this off jenny. procrastinating when i should be doing loads of other important things is the only way i can survive my stupid life.

A – AVAILABLE: um, sometimes. i guess not, schedule’s pretty packed at the moment see you in a few weeks.

B – BIRTHDAY: march 31, 1983. omg turning 27 soon, the jinxed age: cobain, morrison, hendrix, joplin, brian jones etc.

C – CRUSHING ON: anyone who will look at me.

D – DRINK YOU LAST HAD: coffee.

E – EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: someone who is super high cos you can corner them with all your material and they can’t get away.

F – FAVORITE SONG: wicked messenger black keys cover, but a classic is anna (go to him). i play this version frequently.

G – GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: worms. ew worms. ring worm.

H – HOMETOWN: streetsville

I – IN LOVE WITH: myself and clothes. myself in fabulous fabulous clothes despite favouring dressing like a hobo.

J – JUGGLE: penises

K – KILLED SOMEONE: no. but i am amazing in goldeneye for N64 and make dudes throw giant rages when i beat them even though i warned them. DEAL WITH IT TESTOSTERONE.

L – LONGEST CAR RIDE: toronto to manhattan though LA to arizona felt longer and was scarier cos we drove through a monsoon the same nite toronto got the blackout.

M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: chocolate

N – NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1 brother, ‘spect!

O – ONE WISH: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$

P – PERSON YOU TALKED TO LAST: steph.

R – REASON TO SMILE: it’s sunny out, shit’s never as bad as you think it is, eventually it will be spring again. uhm i’m stoned.

S – SONG YOU LAST HEARD: no one does it, dept of eagles.

T – TIME YOU WOKE UP: 11 when my dad called then 12 (funky sleep schedule plus i’m a dirtbag and will be working late tonite)

U – UNDERWEAR COLOR: pink with three hearts on the front. pedophile panties. EW i am throwing these out. (or selling them to you on the adult ebay)

W – WORST HABIT: oh god sooo many. fanatic ear picking is probably the worst.

X – X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD: do ct scans count? i’ve never broken a bone knock on wood so no boner x-rays.

Y – YOYOS: is this the only Y word you could come up with? i actually had a yoyo phase in highschool it lasted a week but i was pretty good. the end.

Z – ZODIAC SIGN: aries but i don’t really believe in this garbage.