dropping knowledge on elitist hipstery: we got money but we are NOT going to leave the ghetto. we are gonna gentrify that shit and make it awesome. quotes from my vid. i calls it as i sees it.
wait for my tuuuubular jump halfway through. tomboy dream girl.
sorting out my ride. trying to see if the tires are flat or it’s just all mangled or what. i think it’s fine. have to stop jackassing around though. not into replacing tubes.
on my run i learned how to rap this: IT’S TRICK TO ROCK A RHYME TO ROCK A RHYME THAT’S RIGHT ON TIME IT’S TRICK-AAAA! yup. insta-success. too bad stella is a neurotic bitch and blew my run and freaked out a ton. i brought lots of cookies with us. she is lazy and i am not teacher and have zero dog people skills (not true i just go mummy mummy in the most soothing voice ever and i also taught her the word treats).
stylexchange swag. i am liking these girl boy shorts. can i work out in these? i think there is a stigma in work out underwear even though it’s funderwear.
running face. didn’t take my claritin face. how does one inherit allergies? super wicked annoying. running while crying while teeth whitening while foaming at the mouth while the dog is flipping out and nails clawing at the sidewalk dragging me in the direction of home. at least we made it passed the drake so everyone on the patio having brunch thinks i am a blonde athlete belushi with dog companion oozing agility and grace. before that passing the bus shelter by mr. sub she went one way i went the other in front of all these people so i had to throw her under the bus and call her a lazy dog in front of these witnesses. wtf I am the one running here you are slowing me up everyone is nervous here ok lets just all chillax it’s just a dog and a crying girl running.
weirdest most annoying intersection ever, all these angles and whaaat? ok lets backtrack to cross, fine, weird diamond shaped street planning. that’s twice i said diamond in this post.
so not a fennel salad. maybe 2% fennel the rest being steak egg weird fried chip things. retarded and most expensive salad, as usual. theme salads are usually miss and i think the pub chef needs to get his head out of his ass.
i like that shirt. ben sherman. hmm for some reason you just became more impressive to me. no relation. lol. haha people and labels. never fails. it was worth the money to make everyone around you feel like shit -name brand anything.
that was clem’s shirt. he left it at adventurehouse. lucas thought it would be his. i passed it off when i was done with it. all my man shirts go to mel inevitably cos she likes to gender bend plus, she is beautiful enough to dress like a guy, see? we recycle shirts at advhaus but stay out of my underwear drawer!
yes i am sick of this shirt too. seeing it. not IT the royal it because it is so cute. it’s like my brazenhead uniform. uh oh, she’s drinking at the brazenhead tonight.
fresh air and weird drinks. this weekend is my last fun ride then it’s all stringent consumption til my film debut. who is my love interest in the cast? if this dude is skinnier than me i am going to be a full on psycho for the next month.
ok back to passively attempting to clean up this sty. what are you dweebs up to?
as you’re reading this post we’ll be watching the flick. (ps. yellow kitty is the name of my nail polish seen in this video here, no i am not mental and “just saying” yellow kitty for fun but maybe i will from now on).
another thing lifted off my presence. weird coincidences i notice, ever notice? does it happen to you too? just check the preview for this movie and get back to me if you know your hero raymbo.
this was a neat experience. one, i feel old as hell. two, large and in charge simultaneously? i see that i may have to pass the blog baton torch off to a little raymi at some point in time.
blondgalina. swag hag. i have hot pink hair dye now, and green, blue. giving melodie the blue. brennen said if i dye my hair pink (or partial) i’ll wreck it. sigh. i want a few temporary baby pink streaks.
it was nuts. people just like, record anything, or, this band is actually popular? i felt really foreign and not with it. it was nice to walk away from eaton center afterward, away from mall culture. even though my soul is suburban it’s nice to remember why i left the suburbs. ka-blammo! (gun to the head sound effect) i mean seeing wimpy hipsters calmed me, artists, freaks, all walks. i need the metropolis and to be swallowed up by it.
another eye-rolling moment stuffed in my face. one of the girls on stage for the event said that this store across the mall is running a deal blabbity blah…love stereos too..etc yawn, as if that’ll work, and so blatant and lo and behold, shit worked, mad line-up of tweens with mad disposable income, you can tell them anything. so there you have it store launchers, sister up with someone else’s promotion and make a mass deal on your goods. don’t say i never did nothin’ for ya. i should go by two cents raymi.
this drink pretty much ended my engagement. also, i think this is borderline illegal (in canada) to advertise alcohol in such a manner that encourages (and suggesting to wholeheartedly!) one to get even more blasted by combining intoxicants, no? some bars have to remove their interior signage (posters) advertising deals that get you power-drunk a la happy hour to get you in there and staying in there. as for this white trash mimosa billboard, it was referred to as something else i no longer recall, the smirnoff sugar with the beer in the sun combo renders you MANGLED.
*ps i look extra tired lately cos i am malnourished and getting thinner. women look haggard when they get skinnier, then you get used to it or i dunno, your base becomes standard and then you start to look healthier.
there was a baseball team on the patio of the foggy dew yesterday (my first time there i know! i am better than you because i never killed a night in that place before)(it’s my new brazenhead, maybe) so i brave the chillyish dusk and kept my layers off so they could see me in this shirt.
i just collected more clothes from adventurehouse. i am resourceful nd good at making outfits out macgyver style but i am sick of it. hopefully style exchange is giving me another gift card today, and a stylist. one for teacher too.
welcome to my version of drunk history. it’s like that except psychic so listen in!
i’ve only seen the preview for bridesmaids two times. i have a very good memory for pop culture, insights and clairvoyance in general, i had absolutely no idea about the plot or storyline and i get it all pretty close to right. cinema is just predictable for me and obvious. i pay too closely attention to everything. the cab driver said to me as i was getting out to make more movies. aw bless him.
i do whiney socialite voice when i’m shy in public. watch!
and then i finally acquire the knowledge and the power and the opinions.
i liked the love interest, dude was hot and irish accented (irish right?) anyway, it was good but it wasn’t great and that’s only because i have standards so high michael scorsese couldn’t even tap dance with a chicken to appease them. no i am not this dumb sounding in real life, i’m doing airhead frazzled raymbo and uh, you figure it out.
i was so tired yesterday i reached a new epic low (victory) by lying down and putting on makeup. so far the laziest i’ve ever been in doing that is sitting up on the couch with a mirror on my clavicle and doing it that way. this is my new favourite lazy means. 180 degrees on your back then when you’re waiting for your base to dry you can just catch a mini-nap, a little break from all that application. i amaze myself. yes. still do. i know.
my flat stomach serves as a good vanity table. someone on youtube called me chubby. i AM chubby right now, too much wine and pms-stretch omg again already. ack!
