guess who got/is getting these, guess in your head though because i am not telling.
the only tree we get to have because of wolverine cat.
saturday nite dinner.
ground turkey medley.
that’s spinach. when we decide to make dinner we leave with a mystery list that says meat veggies on it basically then we stand in the supermarket like zombies staring at the ceiling until we lose all patience and sputter out random ideas and then we walk out in complete silence and drive home in more silence with the ten items it took us way too long to agree upon.
we are missing an entire bag of cds, our favourite ones too, they’ve been missing since we went to the catskills in september and leslie said we didn’t leave anything behind so fil thinks we drove away with a bag on the top of the car and it eventually fell off. so frustrating cos that bag was full and everyday something reminds one of us of it and then we sit there tallying up our missing cds, some we’ve had for ten years even, and then there’s the missing soldiers we cannot even remember we brought along but shoved in the bag nonetheless. fil refuses to think that maybe someone stole them out of the car. sigh. i’m bummed yeah but it’s somewhat liberating to lose things and have zero control over it, once it’s gone it’s gone, c’est la vie. speaking of, we watched la vie en rose the other night which i bawled a significant amount to and found to be quite enchanting, sad, bittersweet, you should see it.
here i am spying on the building kitty-corner to us, one of the tenants it seems uses his livingroom as a porno shoot (pictures) studio, the flash rips through our entire unit so fil flashed them back with his camera then they closed their drapes. fil thought no way can it be risque, but then it carried on ’til 2, 3 in the morning, i don’t think something akin to sears portrait studio would happen during those hours. then the very next morning they continued on. i saw a dude with a very fancy camera and that big white circle they use to refelct light and he was shooting down at something like a bed (so totally porn). who knows maybe it was a dungeons and dragons figurine gathering, though i really fucking doubt it.
yeah it’s pretty late ‘n all and you’re probably knee-deep in your holiday depression watching saturday night live drunk by now but we just noticed that at 2.40am on the IFC channel the episode of cock’d gunns that i’m in is on so you have just over 2 hours to stay awake some and see it, i haven’t yet, but i remember i was dancing like an idiot during the rock show part in the front row in my success dress and before that walking around in the background during the art show. samir is the director ps. kbai. oh and if you’re a nerd you should record and then expand slow-mo all the parts with me in it on youtube only if i look good though.
dear haloscan once i figure out how to set a website on fire YOU are the first one that gets it.
what? huh? they do? how? when? WHERE? WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY AND WHY WASN’T I CHOSEN FOR THIS SHOW? and look at how few of them actually have blogs, tell me, how can you “rule” the “blogosphere” w/o a fucking blog!? and even the ones who do, megalomaniac or not, I AM THE BLOGOSPHERE.
this is totally a farce, how laughable and nice snub you nerds.
do you have plans for NYE yet? never fear we got it covered, tony is coming back to town and he and duane are holding down the fort in a nice hotel, so if you want to avoid pricey bars, crowds and tinsel covered cougars from all over the GTA this dec. 31, email this guy at raymitheminx@gmail.com and i will give you the deets. BYOB of course, and bring lots.
we went to c’est what and were banished to the back room with the temperature equivalent to a steamhouse and the musical stylings of jack fucking FM.
i brought back-up in case it got boring.
you can learn a lot about your friends by playing cards with them.
trevor for example is way competitive. elizabeth is a space cadet, she lost the most.
i am too actually, many times someone would be out and i didn’t even know it. n. is greedy and bossy, all dudes are exactly the same basically, anal and controlling. am i right sisters?
bad kids.
nice ponytail.
i’m already tired of this.
everyone in that elevator was a buzzkill except for us.
check senor frown over in the corner there allergic to fun much?
mitzie got BIG.
exiled cat.
someone was treating us to a celine dion jam.
‘scuse-me i was looking for the skinny party?
expected, non?
mitzie looks like this:
haloscan is fucked right now i can’t even log in so if you are desperate to share some information with me, email it and i will add it to my blog like in the days before commenting existed. i know it’s killing me too i havent been able to log in since early last nite i NEED INSTANT FEEDBACK regarding everything i do NOWNOWnowWNWowNOW! *update ok it’s sort of working for me, v. delicate but i can access just takes longer. ps. stardust is MAGICAL see it.
DON’T eat a chicken teriyaki bento box and eat around the slightly pink parts of the chicken and then don’t go into a tiny whimsical gift store in the annex holding in your fourth #2 of the day then go to the tanning salon sweating and clammy and use the facilities and then DON’T have a suntan and DON’T picture crapping the suntan bed either oh god it was like the end of the fucking world half an hour ago, all is well but next time just pass on the suntan until your body temperature goes back to normal. that was like the dumbest thing i’ve done lately and i usually make a point to do a dumb as often as possible and no in case you didn’t get it i did not crap the tanning bed i had to lie perfectly still while my delicate insides got a nice little cooking i couldn’t do my regular poses and rotations it was that close.
i just saw rizabef and n they are doing well for anyone who cares, seeing them tonite if anyone else wants to get in on it.
it takes wendi months to get you the pictures she takes.
i rented stardust don’t tell me anything about it i am tempted to watch it before fil comes home because i am yes, a lesbian.
*update oh man i just crapped AGAIN. no more bento boxes, no more chinese food. saigh.
a chat with ryan ray of thunder bay – ryan ray from thunder bay, plays guitar does fuckall all day
Ryan: good morning raymi how are you
me: hithere good so far
Ryan: well im glad its the shortest day of the year
me: going to make espresso then you can ask me questions is it?
Ryan: i feel like a drunk cause i’m like. drunk
me: you are drunk already?
Ryan: you ever get that well i got home late ok a few times yeah i will
me: huh?
Ryan: oh yeah ok i was out for a smoke what’s your favourite nirvana cd then?
me: bleach or in utero ive overplayed nevermind and incesticide is a if i feel like it album but i like them all
Ryan: ok so that’s like saying i like your hair best when it’s black brown blonde or red but ok favourite beatles record?
me: cant decide dont go there basically i have song moods right now im rotating george harrison and paul mccartney and my fave beatles song right now is anna (got to him) i think im going to do a raymi dance video to it
Ryan: who’s your favourite beatle if they’re all still there and, who’s gonna be the last to go?
me: lennon hands down thats a dumb question are you really wasted right now
Ryan: pretty stupid answer too ! no i’m ok that’s a pretty good tune
me: you asked me who my favourite was and i answered
Ryan: catnapped my own cat last night i feel awful
me: what does that mean
Ryan: some other house needed him to catch mice ok who’s your favourite between paul and ringo then
me: but its your cat so what cant choose ryan stop being stupid better questions non-beatle related perhaps
Ryan: oh yeah eh good thinkin ok are you bigger than jesus? cause like only a million people were even alive back then eh and only some of those hung out in wherever the jesusland was so technically would you say that your blog is bigger than jesus in a way
me: no im not christians totally outnumber us good guys scarily so
Ryan: well maybe in 2000 years it’ll just be a bunch of scary bloggers
me: doubt it in 2000 years the planet wont exist we’re endangered
Ryan: well technically that’s true ok what would you do before the end of the world that you havent done yet
me: hmm im not very imaginative irish countryside, wellingtons, beer in a thermos, springtime, cottage have a few pieces of paper and write down some hard up truths on it, real meaningful shit to leave behind
Ryan: cheers ok what kind of beer?
me: then give it to someone who doesnt even know me uh who cares maybe cherry flavored beer or strawberry
Ryan: they have cherry flavoured beer?
me: and fil is with me yes!
Ryan: well yeah i didn’t know ! what season would it be i guess that’s to say what’s yr fave season
me: i said it was spring its warm a bit wet but sunny
