my vodka soda, one sip of, put down on speakers in order to fish camera out of purse, the pounding bass pitched it to the floor, embarrassing, i tried to get fil’s attention to have a guffaw with him over it but every time i swung my arm to tap him he was just out of reach, so i stood there fake smiling like it was no biggie, but it SO was!
i’m over going to shows
does anyone have suggestions for what we could do instead, i tried to tell fil there is more to life than music, and he didn’t even debate that. music IS a big part of life but what i mean is going out and shooting every band that plays, there is more to life than that, i’m also tired of getting drunk i think. or wasting my drunk at shows, or getting drunk because of shows. i think a lot of this indifference is a direct result of so much winter, and my wardrobe, and shoes i can’t wear because of winter, but mostly my wardrobe and how i’m sick of it and in between sizes and i have pants that are too big, zero skirts that fit right, so what do i do turn all my too big pants into cut offs? what am i miami beach? no that’s not miami beach that’s more like skid row, ungh. can you tell i don’t have any material right now?
yes because that really makes a difference, praying, pfft. an animal is slaughtered for your keys and gum and sunglasses BUT IT’S OK because you put your hands together, closed your eyes and said some words to yourself about it to some dingus that doesn’t even exist, hold the phone i’m calling PETA right now and nominating you for an award.
totally awesome idea pal!
burn!
yawn cliche you’re stupid get over him already.
did you pony up the dictionary too? you spelled porsche wrong.
then give her to someone who will love and nurture her like you aren’t you selfish fucking cunt, you’re setting yourself up for a rude awakening.
oh please you big phoney, self-esteemless much?
BARF! mothers should be jailed for crazyness who force breastfeeding onto their children after the age of 2 even, i consider that child abuse, and how is the kid to know any better? disgusting. it isn’t natural and you aren’t living in the stone age you fucking hippie.
uh i think your spouse has a learning disability or poor reading comprehension if it takes all of breakfast hour to read ten postcards, i call bullshit, you’re just jealous of their little hobby, and are using it as an excuse for an even bigger problem within your marriage that you are in denial about (no not the learning disability that was a joke).
fine fair enough, when you stop exporting geniuses like these, let us know.
ok i get what you’re saying, you’re sad he’s dead and all but it doesn’t mean the sentiment is dead, you’re a fucking idiot.
what do you think?
it’s YOU‘RE sterile, alright you cheated cos you’re desperate and selfish but will you at least not pass on your terrible grammar? ps. uh what doctor would give results over the phone to someone whose results it wasn’t? liar.
someone needs to get a life, i highly doubt you are even getting laid, and no god doesn’t do that, he’s not a fucking wizard and he doesn’t give a shit about sluts either, look at how many unwanted pregnancies there are, he would’ve done something about that by now you’d think? can i have your email address so i can send you an iq test, just curious.
first of all, your postcard made ME crazy….WITH RAGE trying to read it, and no you only wish you were crazy, you are actually the most ordinary and boring person ever, that’s why you invent little OCDisms like counting steps.
well with that fucking attitude fat ass, i predict soon enough that’s all you’ll be doing.
no sympathy, you must’ve done something pretty shitty in order for her to do that. nice try though, learn from this.
there is a special place in hell reserved for homophobes.
i SO would do that too, lets hang!
infidelity aside, you are wasting your life.
you should have been aborted you selfish little bigot bitch.
oh look another genius, you know cats can’t understand the english language right? and that you could call it a stupid fucking asshole and as long as you said it in a cutesy voice it would think you were being nice to it.
well quit then, you’re wasting your time and money, go out and pick a fight in a bar, you’ll learn real quick which style of fight to bust out and then you can stop living in obsessive fear.
daniel v. of neverending white lights fame, he asked if i would blog about this i said oh yeah well i guess i should take my picture with you, so i raise up my arm myspace styles and he scoffs. whatevs dude i invented that!
on sort of a sidenote, do you know what it’s like being me and meeting famous”er” people, when you’re introduced as blogger big time blogger, they don’t buy it, and i have this insatiable urge to take them down and strangle my blog into them so that they GET IT.
so we left shortly after milling about in the hot lights and sobriety (8 dollar beers, 9 dollar liquor!) to go down to the library bar (this all went down at the royal york ps.) and just when i thought the crap what was upstairs could not be topped, we were assaulted with this jazzy rock bullshit that was far too loud for that tiny cave. i pounded a corona like lightning. thank god for the complimentary ear plugs.
to top it off this little party of dinks sitting below our table, the girl mememe baby of them was snapping her gum, chewing with her mouth open and talking in that made up bullshit baby voice. fil says you are not allowed to call strangers out on that, i dunno, recently i’ve been in way too many gum chewing w/ mouth open situations and it’s only a matter of time ’til you guys get to read a blog post about me getting a black eye from telling someone to shut their fucking mouth when they chew.
brad heard that there was also an AA convention going on in the hotel, oh man, good scheduling royal york, music industry folk from across canada totally hitting the sauce cos they’re on “vacation” and toronto is dumped with insane amounts of snow and they can’t deal, performer drunks and fans + recovering alcoholics, clap clap.
we went down to piper’s cos tiff needed to eat, that place capital B-looooooooows! a glass of house red is 11 bucks, it’s below the main level of the hotel, operated as one of their feature restaurants, scummed down a bit to give the impression of a sports bar, uh, sports bars have sports bar prices fyi. the mystique of the royal york is officially gone for me.
bumped into fil’s stalker.
sigh my successful skinny pants i have finally frictioned a hole into the crotch, i’m going to sew it up later today.
ghetto workout room in our building i won’t bore you with the fight we had over the key to it last nite, ok i will, basically i want the key and fil doesn’t believe that i will actually visit this room, i’m getting angry again typing this like of course i will i’m already on a strict diet (almost down to 130lbs) so why in the hell wouldn’t i use this room? that treadmill pisses me off, it belongs to someone and they keep the key in their apartment yet get to take up space in the “exercise” room and no one gets to use it.
some funny photo shoots could be had in this room with its big jazz mirror.
i haz a question, so i don’t smoke anymore yeah? well some mornings my tongue is covered in black, almost looks like i was drinking red wine the night before (and i wasn’t) is this from quitting smoking, or something else more insane and worrisome? it’s been happening for a few weeks now but not every morning, do you know what this is? i can brush it off with my toothbrush pretty easy, but still, ungh gross.
*update* ok i have enough suggestions as to what it might be thank you.
stay tuned for a long detailed post about how i don’t like going out to concerts anymore, or at least need a break from them.
because it’s cool to hit it in front of your buds. i kids guys, i was just checkin’ on my folds, no not those folds, my jean shorts folds! you guys are sick.
watch out jerry lee i got your number, oh wait are you dead already? ok i just checked wikipedia, you are living on a ranch with your family right now. we’re cool.
not feeling the brew, seconds before vanilla stoli and cherry schnapps were pilfered and ‘tings got psychedelic (for some).
we went to the el mo (HATE THAT PLACE) so fil could shoot the dunes and then i noticed my stomach was like ok go time. this just reminded me to throw a sheet of pepto pills in my purse.
no track list so you have to look deep within the mystical realm and make up four digit requests to get the CDs to rotate and don’t blink when they do either.
dude the last hour has been rough i felt so LOSTICATED from you guys, blogger don’t you ever go down again when i am wearing jogging pants on the couch with fucked up bangs and coffee stained teeth, you almost made me genuflect!
yeah maybe i could get a life or something, right?
WRONG.
i stared at the blonde magneta lane chick a lot last nite and did a mini performance for renita of what would happen if i approached her and said hi, it involved crying and creepiness. she also looks v. like michelle williams i noticed.
goldfinger guy was kind of a dick to me about my drumming, sorry i’m not a drummer like you ok, ps. we totally got along when we first met what’s the deal now? last nite he asked me why i was wearing daisy dukes, i said well why aren’t you wearing them? some people just don’t get the deep radical of my fashionisms.
when i cracked that it sounded like a gunshot, it startled the entire room.
last nite i couldn’t stop looking at how stupid/cute/beatles/10 yr. old boy i look in this picture and laughing until i couldn’t breathe.
yah ‘sup son.
fun times at lick’s, waiting for 50 minutes for my dad, did a crossword puzzle in a HOMES magazine, hey i might win a decorative shelf oooooooooh.
french class nirvana assignment from grade 6 and i sang heart shaped box acappella (my brother wouldn’t let me take his nirvana cassettes (COS HE WAS A DICK!) and i didn’t have an opportunity to steal them and this was right before i bought any myself) to the class wearing a bunch of grungy clothes (how i dressed anyway really)
well it was better than your celine dion project, nerd.
my troll collection, i think i should have spent more time collecting friends, or better clothes back then. i said that to my dad last nite when i was setting them up for this picture and he just sighed, he said i got the obsessive desire to collect from him.
yeah that would be my it’s time to go home face that lingers a couple seconds longer than should have been captured on film (creepy!), i turned it off just as uncle fil says ok we have to go haha.
yikes raccoon eyes!
so we wrote a little note to our waitresses last nite at the place we aren’t supposed to eat anymore but did anyway because we started drinking around 5 at that ill scarlett hotel party, the note said YOU ARE THE MOST TERRIBLE SERVERS EVER. and britt added THANKS FOR CHARGING US GRATUITY WHEN ONLY FOUR OF US ATE. we would have dined ‘n dashed but there are always industry gigs there so we couldn’t, they more than deserved it though. the rudeness was just, bluh, come on, yeah your job sucks, not my fault.
on our way to the gibson bus, four people crammed in the back of britt’s car, me in the front cos i’m a sucky baby, we idle beside this chick pulled over by a cop in front of the holiday inn on king, while waiting for traffic to pick up again me and britt have a silent conversation with the chick, i shrug my shoulders like alfred e. newman then point at the four people illegally jammed in the backseat she smiles sadly.
then britt and i had a screaming fight about feist and she almost ploughed into two chick pedestrians and fil told us (me) to shut up.
everyone gave britt shit for wearing sunglasses all nite long, it pissed me off, i get it yeah haha sunglasses at nite what a try-hard whatever, how about look at your stupid little outfits, try focusing on your own shit maybe, suffice it to say it does take self confidence to wear sunglasses indoors, and you clearly don’t have any, so shut the fuck up. i mean, people were getting aggressive over them and personally offended, one dude was wearing glasses with ONE black lense only, and no one said shit to him.
there’s more but you probably don’t care.
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