in case you were wondering what i am up to right now i am putting shit i don’t want no more on my new and improved SHIT I DON’T WANT NO MORE raymistore blog.
go have a look!
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i kept meaning to bring this up anyway my friend/old roommate lucas‘ band stop die resuscitate remixed a my brightest diamond track GOLDEN STAR it’s fucking awesome and i’m not just saying that cos i feel obligated to i mean it, i like it, it’s like a disco party song. way to go guys! in other news, yes, lucas is still homeless-looking he has long homeless man hair i wanted to say rumpelstiltskin hair but that dude isn’t the one who fell asleep and got old i can’t think of who that is so whatever bye.
**IMPORTANT UPDATE — it was rip van winkle!
i know the majority of you are lazy and stupid and when i link to other people’s blog posts that have more than 30 words in them to read you are overwhelmed, anyway, please try again, it is worth it.
holy shit why am i even awake right now? fil got up to drive sean to the train station and now he is playing zelda he brought home some of those fucking delicious tim horton’s breakfast sandwiches because my new skinnierness is making him feel stressed out and everyone knows it is way easier to control and manipulate a fat girl soooo i am not eating mine.
fil keeps making me watch him play cos right now there are cats that he is talking to and even kittens and now they are following himzelda around. ps. yes i know strikethroughs are gay it’s the easiest way of getting my point across right now is all i am probably drunk still.
last nite was fun i’m glad we stuck around after leviride‘s show to watch TRACKDIRTYAZ it was like dirty grime led zeppelin hip hop but way more polite? leviride are a good show band bob asked me afterward what i thought for real and i don’t remember what i said but i’m sure it was all nice and good things ha. i don’t want to say bad things about the band before them so i’ll leave it at ah nothing. i did however recognize the two dudes in that eden ants band from my catholic highschool and i went up to say hi to one with the intention of being all i am better than you but last second i got nervous and was all TOO NICE and he kind of snubbed me, no recollection of me whatsoever. i know! ME! FUCK HIM! i am never saying hi to an acquaintance of the past ever again that dude will go home, google his shite band, find my blog and then kill himself. later on outside having a smoke i saw this girl sidle up to him she seemed sort of lame so i guess maybe he wasn’t allowed to talk to his “groupies” whatever.
anyway i liked everything way more when i was drinking scotch and eating toasted almonds from the tiniest tin ever, you put a toonie into this machine and you get a tiny tin of nuts, cocktail nuts, honey roasted and so on, party.
jeff came out last nite too, he said the traffic helicopter crashed in cambridge and the pilot and some other guy are in critical condition that’s fucked.
after the show me fil and sean walked to cora’s pizza to which i nagged the rest of the way home we should have gone to papa ceo’s WHY? they have bathrooms and more sitting room AND the pizza is better BY FAR. also, it’s theme pizza, named after celebrities, that little extra effort goes a long way i think and so because we went to cora’s i had to pee in an alley in the freezing cold afterward. thanks guys fil.
Phil: read that article about charles taylor
it is interesting
me: no
im reading jamie‘s blog
Phil: ok sorry i forgot you don’t like reading
me: you can tell me about it next time we are on a stroll
uh i already read a book about him fil why do i need to wikipedia
someone got me going about marriage in my comments
“well i was making a joke about how nerdy elizabeth looks next to the wedding dress. and yes i think i am getting married, fil has til im 25 maybe, i dunno, depends. he doesn’t “believe” in marriage for truly selfish reasons, dont get me started. “
Phil: oh because the wiki thing is the truth that a lot of the book was based on [cuz the book is fiction, yes]
me: omg we are still talking about this?
im talking about marriage fil
Phil: ok
me: me and sabrina were looking at wedding dresses online last week do you like that
Phil: why are you two getting married?
me: no we were looking for cool dresses
is it ok to eat the brocolli i ordered from two nites ago
todays the last day?
Phil: yeah probably
did you know the druggie brothers who lived in the school bus in rule of the bone are the brothers of sarah polley’s character in the sweet hereafter
me: uh?
and how would i know that
are you a literature detective
Phil: yes pretty much
me: so they used those two for the sweet hereafter?
oh i guess that movie was based on a book by russell banks ya?
Phil: yes
this was said about russell banks:
He has written a movie adaptation of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road for producer Francis Ford Coppola, which was slated for production in 2006.
me: oh wow
Phil: this movie was based on one of his books: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affliction_%28film%29
me: i want one on rule of the bone
Phil: yes it would be good
me: my mom thanked me for linking her and calling her a whore
invited me to go out with her cougars tonite
i said this: no thanks i have plans tonite your friends wouldnt like me i would take all their attention away from ten-going douches
Phil: nice
Phil: nice
i learned this – read it while i check email
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flehmen_response
it is what cid does when he opens his mouth
me: oh my god fil stop forcing your nerd addiction onto me
Phil: omg just read it it is short and you comment about it all the time
me: i dont make flehmen comments
last nite i smoked the sweet sweet cheeba, sheeba? i am so old and far from pot smoking that i don’t know what the terminology is anymore anyway here are all the irrational thoughts i had i call this “FUN” WITH PARANOIA!:
well, i already told you about my journals all 20 of them being taken from me cos somehow the people of bloor knew i was coming? i figured everyone was hot for my teenage journals and scrapbooks, i don’t know why just cos, just cos.
sarah and mark started to talk about that aqua teen hunger force scandal thing to which i had no previous knowledge of so when they got to making terrorist jokes i had to decide whether or not their entire conversation was just an elaborate scheme to secretly inform me via a bevy of gestures and bold statements that i was suppose to jump out of the window or have a severe panic attack.
i think that was the highpoint of my paranoia, nothing else stands out OH i did think that the cab driver was going to follow me up to the condo and rape and murder me after all his friends climbed up the balcony and had their way with me so in every room in the apartment i was figuring out which things would make the best weapons. it didn’t help matters at all that cid has been a huge sketchbag since fil left, he keeps pacing and being all low to the ground when he walks like he is having ‘NAM flashbacks.
i always think people are watching me at night but it is especially spooky when you are alone and HIGH holy crap those branches MOVE are they branches or are they homeless crankheads who have super human strength and ability to launch themselves over my balcony from standing on the slide at the park?
then i obsessed over eating a chocolate molten lava cake but i didn’t succumb.
i’m still thinking about it.
i have discovered the secret link to my sweets-craving, WEED. so next time i am at fil’s mom’s for dinner and she gets hurt by my poo-pooing a dessert i will just take out a one-hitter right there on the spot and get high, then wait an hour, then have some ice cream AND two more helpings of dinner and laugh my face off to family guy.
noel made me come over and get all my journals he’s been babysitting for a couple years, he even made notes on several hundred pages, what they mean i do not know, there’s all these green stickies sticking out all over the place. i don’t want to give away the idea he/we have in mind for them. anyway i was a bit paranoid bringing them home from his place all by myself i had this picture in my head of a gang of dudes jumping me for my journals? my stupid embarrassing life’s work. there’s maybe 15 of them, 20 perhaps. everyone was reading them last nite too, that was embarrassing though yes i DO enjoy the subject being me it got to be a bit much after awhile (that’s when i was doing a lot of coke, that’s when i was on dxm, that’s, when i was alone in a bar killing time before going to work yes at midnite i was an online “model” etc) so elizabeth and i left so noel could get back to working on his “art” and so on.
before that we went to hurricanes to drink scotch and make fun of people.
