makeup time.

bitchy keeps you young-looking, no smiles, no wrinkles or crow’s feet.

i’m prettier than you, it’s ok though.

we went to a show last nite at the el mo, here’s a little woodstock break, we’ll revisit it later, don’t worry.

looks way better than it actually is, red room’s “singapore” noodles, one piece of egg/chicken (couldn’t tell the difference = bad) i chewed completely took it out of my mouth still intact, put it back in my mouth chewed it more, wondered if it was cooked, took it out of my mouth again, tore it apart with my fingers (slowly ripped it was so rubbery), held it to the candle to see if it was cooked, determined it was egg, set it on the side of my plate because by then it was like, um, this isn’t even worth swallowing or putting back in my mouth for the fifth time, still looked exactly as it did before it even went in my mouth. oh and that cup of whatever sauce you have to pour all over, how about making it taste good to begin with, that’s like bringing out some pasta and handing me a cup of pesto MIX IT IN THE KITCHEN!

that huge princess diamond ring i got in maine when i was 18, no fil did not propose.

irish men are heart breakers? hahahaha!

classiest bathroom in toronto.

me and lindy, i just realised major maker does that rollercoaster song what a retard you can see fat raymi in their music video for window on their myspace page, scroll down.

there you go babies, double whammy stripper nails.

lewis and clark, i liked the guy he was like jesus and charles manson, i think woodstock rubbed off on me.

ungh guy in the middle was so I AM THE LIFE OF THE PARTY asked us if we needed an extra ticket, i call wendi, she is staying in, then fil is taking my picture with his new lens and he screams out FACEBOOK! FACEBOOK! haw haw hwa HWA that’s sooo going on facebook and i am on the other side of the sidewalk out of punching distance weighing whether or not i should say excuse me do you understand the amount of ribbing you will be receiving on the fucking internet tomorrow morning and NO it will not be on facebook? i walk over and he goes do you need an extra ticket? i said NO we already tried for you REMEMBER!? thanks for adding to my el mocambo enjoyment vest guy.

ahh we meet again.

it appears to be so, i propose a truce!

bat for lashes are amazing, very bjorky before bjork decided she was too experienced to keep it real. last nite’s fans blew fucking cock, i hate the fucking el mo and what it does to fans, so territorial possessive over where they are standing and loudly talk shit about you behind your head because you asked politely to get by for a quick picture. there is a story in here i am not allowed to tell because 1. it is fil’s story and 2. he doesn’t want to burn bridges yet but let it be known that i was successful in the passive aggressive dept. when a certain someone tried to get by me after being fully rude to fil i blocked her with my arms folded like i didn’t know she was trying to get by she said excuse me i wouldn’t move pretended to be deaf then she tried to shove me with her body, she couldn’t so i just leaned back and let her by with her fat short dumpy ass forced to rub up against me.

tonite there is a possible chance for retribution.

the performance was so precious and special and magical but i couldn’t enjoy it because of everyone’s hostile bad attitudes and clustering, all my pictures are shaky too. so we missed a lot of the pretty bells jangly dancing shit. here’s a tip to any band thinking of playing toronto DO NOT PLAY THE EL MOCAMBO, IT IS A TERRIBLE VENUE, IF YOU NEED TO KNOW OF A VENUE TRY LEE’S PALACE OR THE HORSESHOE OR THE PHOENIX OR ANYTHING ELSE. i immediately do not enjoy myself there upon walking through the door.

regarding two chicks sitting beside us at the red room.

postcard for elizabeth.

watch ALL of this and laugh. i mean it.

i dont know

raymi,

im sorry u had to come to america, it will be better soon, i promise, since george cant run again we will soon get our shit together and then we will kick the worlds ass again, cuz we’ll be on top again, and we’ll open lots of stores again and we’ll go to the mall again and we’ll buy lots of stuff to keep the world turning…i havnt got enough dead shotguns yet to make kurts pic fantastic , but i will soon, and thanks again,cuz he loves to hang out in the band room, by the jagstang….i promise ill send a pic at some point……..yes im wasted…thanks for asking!

mike

i’ll regret this tomorrow im sure…..as usual

too late this is going on my blooooooooog!
i want a picture now!
thanks for writing!
haha

see my wicked roots what look ashy grey? it’s actually a dirty blond medley, i’m just going to let it grow out until it’s so incredibly disgusting to look at and every girl copies it or my mom takes me to get highlights.

got this for my niece.

leslie painted that.

AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

ew is a picture of a crab really necessary?

disgusting.

usa sure does love its chemicals. fil hated these.

pee stop number three i bought these, looked around me and saw how incredibly fat everyone is and FAT teenage girls shot me infinity dirty looks while some just looked really uncomfortable standing beside me with their fat parents too which made me feel really bad and guilty, i know people make fat american jokes a lot and it is hurtful and mean but seriously, the states needs to fix it, i dunno, outlaw snacks and video games maybe?

people stare more in america, or maybe it’s just me or the truck stops, who knows. i am happy to be back in polite shy canada where people are too cool to let you know they think you are pretty and stare at the ground.

looks like dog food. i like these guys.

opus 40 walking around video 1.

opus 40 video 2.

i have it on the shittiest camera settings to make more room for pictures. just deal!

sharpie had to translate what this text meant to samir.

salmon fillet.

sharpie email me that booze delivery number so next time we are prepared thank you from now on i will only write you emails from my blog.

i am very tired in this picture, this is at dinner with leslie the first nite in after a long drive.

american tim horton’s right after we crossed the border.

garden vegetable on cheese croissant, they couldn’t toast it i said are you sure you can’t just throw it in that bagel factory she said it would set on fire dear american tim horton’s, change your bagel toaster settings to NOT ON FIRE.

i didn’t even bother to get the stains out of that dress, it has pockets too and when i put my hands in the pockets and walk people float away into dreamland.

leslie had this and got the rest to go which i inhaled some of before bedtime at 4 in the morning and then ate the rest the following afternoon.

fil had general tso’s chicken. we ordered a bottle of wine and barely had two glasses, asked beforehand if we could leave with it out the back door if we couldn’t finish it. score.

i had shrimp with looks like vomit lobstersauce and finished it in two minutes.

oh really are you sure i thought it was the other way around?

well duh why do you figure that’s where dead bodies go?

oh please, i am all ABOUT me-focused duties.

whimsical pillow party.

leslie has great taste.

she let me keep that i hope she doesn’t have second thoughts.

people in america line up in their cars to mail their letters at the post office’s mailbox outside on the sidewalk and the chute faces the road and sticks out at window level wtf it’s called walking! look forward to my obese america post.

it was so hot, i wanted to go swimming, that lake was deserted. fil didn’t bring a bathingsuit and leslie is porcelain-skinned. assholes.

this is where i was going to do stand-up.

and a girl yell-talk barked at me that i had wicked boots.

leslie is allergic to the entire universe she said no tomatoes.

fil’s burger was too rare, he sent it back for more cooking. he said it sucked.

from what? oh you are being cute i get it.

i told leslie to buy that to scare fil but i spoiled the surprise by telling him there was a surpise outside, i was worried it would be too effective as he was very fragile hung that day.

hippie atm directions.

my baby chicken burrito.

it was pretty good, you don’t have to tell them what you want in it, that’s one annoying thing about new-wave fusion restaurants where there are fifty different variations to one simple thing. i am hungry, make up my mind for me, thank you.

i saw this first, fil copied me.

this one t-shirt place in town had a wicked bad attitude and because of that i didn’t get a shirt.

opus 40 <3

down in between the walls it was very cold, up above it was very hot.

here i am asking fil why he is being a bitch cos i was waiting for him to walk with me through the labyrinth part for the first time (the guy who built it was killed by his own creation so it’s a bit eerie-feeling) i called his name he answered but didn’t appear, then i called again louder and he didn’t come then i screamed his name i thought he didn’t hear me he appears and is like WHAT!? i said hello i asked you to come with me five minutes ago why are you being a bitch then he asked why i was being a bitch etc. do you get crabby with your bf/gf on vacations sometimes? anyway i got over it and explored the rest by myself.

paris hilton?

baby chicken burrito

i am so hung/tired in this photo i couldn’t even speak english and was trying to communicate telepathically and with hand gestures and nodding and blinking. we are all sitting around making fun of the internet guy installing high speed, don’t ask about wifi unless you want to get in a fight.

go to fil’s flickr page for more pictures, some with me not even in them if you can believe it.

we are home now.

the success dress.

butchie asked monstergirl to tell him if i actually ate something during the day, i did, but just waif-shit to be funny.

they wear the same outfit for days on end.

apparently this is what woodstock hippies think paris hilton looks like. this is at opus 40.

barf scam.

would you still read my blog if i wore a crystal?

OK I GET IT!

nice sweater.

i bought that wine to be funny, burn on me IT SUCKS!

wine store.

when i discovered it fit, i only have my base on that’s why i don’t have eyes or lips.

so amped. wearing this periodically throughout the week since sunday has made me lose weight and forced me to suck it in so i feel tighter. add that to the skinny guide.

cid from when we were cleaning up for samir, at this point fil is vacuuming, cid does NOT appreciate the noise.

more to come, these weren’t anywhere close to being in order.