stylist of the week is none other than g’s fine foods. i used to live around the corner, so does my aunt, she bought this here. money went to tibet for it. i miss my old neighborhood a lot.
i was flexing my tit muscles to keep that baby up. i would have had it looser if we were in jamaica or something. when i bent down in the variety store later on it opened 4 times in front of a man trying to read a magazine i didnt’ realise, i had retied it multiple times. bloor street was feeling me and feeling slobbish in comparison and i had to walk slowly cos i was getting blisters from my nana shoes. i shoulda walked all queeny down palmerston too. apparently they cleaned that street up specifically for her which is why it’s gorgeous and has narnia lamp posts. please tell me of another street in toronto that has lamp posts like that.
just happenedd by this and need to renew my passport. i’m like uhm are you legitimate? then a dude comes in to wait for his turn and im adding tons of makeup on and fixing my hat hair he was super annoyed but i ignored him completely. this shit lasts five years, mega important. so glad that one sticking up hair relaxed in time for the shot.
i couldn’t eat anything in the room so i didn’t. i didn’t eat all day actually. but i could eat strawberries sans whip cream. when i got up to network anna sat down at my seat and ate mine. ha. she’s like raymi i don’t read your blog anymore is it still all about you? i go no anna it’s about you. haha. we have known each other since i was 19. i modeled her underwear once.
see. me arse at 19, might even be better now at 28. imagine that.
nipple pasties for some reason.
my first tickle trunk room in our first adventurehouse.
booked a last minute appt for high (royal) tea tonight so they couldn’t get me the union jacks in time. oh well. means i get these ones i have coveted since day ONE.
there’s my kathy, so cute. she has the cutest sweetest voice too. she did lady gaga’s minxing in her hotel room and said there were tons of shoe boxes lining every single wall of the suite. wicked. i will ask her again how that experience was. loved my QOTSA story and photographic evidence, we exchange groupie stories. she was bummed about one of her idols kicking it. she’s cool, hardcore girl.
haven’t had time to even take them in too busy. sleekest ones yet i’d say. the longer the nail the better they look obvs and the more you get. no more nail biting! i wish.
and this and then under the heat lamp for a bit and then she files off the excess with the glass file. v precise and clean finish then a bit of top coat for extra protection, to prevent peeling. you do not want these guys wet so i don’t have to wash my hands for ten days haha gross.
disaster bike work out hair. don’t worry by the time i’m ready and all together i’ma look like goldie hawn married to bill clinton yup yup. apparently there’s an outfit contest. yikes cruel.
i hope i didn’t give courtney too much of a bitch complex last night. she is rather catty, i love it, but we told her she was bordering rudeness, close to it. not that it matters to me i admire this quality of telling it like it is super sharp and funny, witty. courtney i love you i am glad we are bonding over living v close and conveniently to one another, if you lived in the east end you would be dead to me.
played a few rounds of commie asshole wherein some got surly then we were like ok this is turning into actual REAL asshole here and soon to be known as otherwise by SCRAPHOLE. it was a fun evening. i made them garbage dump drinks cos i couldn’t taste anything. they’re like, THIS one tastes like a bathroom candle. ugh.
court was like oh yeah i forgot you were scary when you played games. i do get a bit yelly and competitive. we’re going to start a risk club. geeks. whatever hot geeks drinking wine and swearing at each other til 4 in the morning playing a game of risk that never ends as if that doesn’t look like heaven.
i told lisa she looked like the best friend of a stressed out wedding shower hostess aka BITCHY and scary. her outfit was very cute and pretty and i felt like a slob. but i always feel like a slob so nothing new.
this cat’s nails are so sharp they’re like snake teeth which might become her new name. i feel too stupid calling her totoro. that’s just not a word that i like even though she looks like totoro (google it yourself). her paw is clung/stuck to my shirt it’s almost not worth picking her up to have scratches all over my shoulders eventually she detracts them but still, seriously? have we not done this before already? i just pick you up and nuzzle you and you LIKE IT fucking RELAX PLEASE.
hat i’ll be wearing with dress that is stressing me out on how to tie it the best. i bought a black shawl too and a sparkly pink vintage flower ring, all from stella beside easy. i’m going to borrow melodie’s wedding cluth which is so tiny i may as well just bring a handful of air or hold on to my house key ha.
jeff and i, he does some tai chi-ish stuff a lot and cowbell training and some other martial art i forget. he’s a bit smart allecky which is fine by me. i always win though.
bad cop. i should be cast as one for something. i got checked out all over the city today in my little outfit, cop bait too. where everything becomes a jammed clusterfuck at lansdowne/queen i have to weave between all kinds of shitty vehicles, trucks whatever and i was stuck beside a cop on my way here now, two trucks side by side ahead and no room. i was too shy to look but then i took off before we could be eye to eye. they sure had a nice long drink of what my leg backs and arse look like and let me give you a hint, they look GOOD. made it home in time to beat the rain very proud of myself for time budgeting today and now here comes the rain SO dark. totally just jinxed the minx, it’ll be brutal getting to yorkville in this rain now.
mung beans turned into this. added apple and various spices and sauces, was a bit bland but that’s my fault. they’d be amazing smothered in gravy omfg.
after my monastic day i go downstairs to check the weather and there’s mail. oh i thought this might have been lost, but nope, it arrived safe and sound….
i’m not one you’d want to get into an indian leg wrestling fight with now THAT has got to be racist right? or is that what it’s a called even? basically what i’m saying is i am all legs and a head.
this blog title i got from my coach. it’s one of many mottos to repeat to yourself while fasting or cleansing, any kind of restricting. everyone worries if they get enough nutrients or vitamins which is just a BULLSHIT excuse not to fast, making excuses before you even try it out you know? i told brionne’s husband last night (he wants to quit smoking/drinking) that to kill a zombie you have to cut off the head, straight off the bat, i am hardcore dude so you must be to in any form of giving up. don’t cut down to ten smokes a day for a week then 9 then 8, then you won’t be quitting for like a year. fuck that, 3 a day, one in the morning, one mid-day at your choosing and one more before bed. then the next week one a day, then nothing. i am severe right now i consider everybody around me a pussy who smokes i really do, such addicts. hate me all you want. addicts. ha. what i mean is, you either want to quit (you don’t, you just wish there weren’t any repercussions from smoking) or you want to pretend like you might. another tip. don’t hold it off, just DO it. don’t go uh oh may 2-4 is coming up i want to be chainsmoking and drinking for that. realistically if you quit smoking tomorrow there is no chance you will last to may 2-4, if anything you will have quit for one to two weeks tops and no problem you’ll be back on the cigarette wagon again come queen victoria’s birthday weekend, easy. i said this to adam and he was like, yeah totally. for instance you wouldn’t kill a snake by nipping a bit of its tail off, you chop off that thing’s head and skin it like a crazy jungle warrior and for the same token you wouldn’t quit smoking by halving your packs down whittling bit by bit like a nancy cos that isn’t quitting it’s only delaying and pussy footing.
soaking shasha mung beans. i almost burnt the house down twice now today maybe third time’s the charm right now i am simmering them and then i dunno what.
saying jeanette told me yesterday, i was talking about fat guilt or something, fat shame, fat sadness and she said that but put eat before it. i said i wold augment it to DO what you want.
another wonder and amazement is that i haven’t been eating meat i asked jeanette if that is aiding in my weight loss too, cos apparently vegan diets are very skinnying. we soon shall see.
couldn’t get my bb cam to focus on my stark white finger unfortch but it likes to lose all blood and circulation when i’m slightly cold. thanks british roots heehee. can i wear that white shawl with my dress tomorrow? if not then what?
that little red circle dot rug is useless and only stresses me out keeping it clean. i have a hankering for ikea. an ikea idea! not until after cleanse though cos old me can only handle that place drunk, i think i might be too amped these days for any sort of retail. my coach was like, you might start seeing people’s auras soon. oh yeah? far out!
i look like shit in the face but it’s ok. trouble sleeping last night. my room was boiling and stuffy and it was my first time aloner in awhile and even though i had my big bed to myself all my clothes made me sleep like a cramped up tardbag. moron. the nice hot bath i had when i got home was soothing. ok mung beaner time.
i’ll be wearing this for high tea tomorrow and i have a flower on my arm to match the print. i’m going president’s wife angelica houston styles visiting tropical climate royalty, except with a fancy hat or some kind of insane feathery headdress of sorts with my hair straight down and blond. this is in front of my aunt’s old coach house october 4 2008 and this belonged to her, i think she said she bought it at g’s from those nice tibetans, maybe possibly incorrect here. anyway it will be the first time i ever wear it in public. the ante has been upped guy. i am just pumped not to have to buy a dress, well that part’s great but the trying on is exhausting and i have no energy for it.
i won’t have to practice raising my pinky while having tea either it’s inbred and second nature, well first nature actually, my ex always made fun of me for it, raisin’ ma pinky while drinking a can of budweiser at a festival, pure class.
had a nice chat with my cleanse coach while folding laundry that cheered me up and i noticed in the mirror that i have a very visible six pack now, the bloat has subsided for the time being. i am going to post a photo and caption it i have a six pack for you, you drink this one differently though. ahyuk.
and naturally my answer will be yes only if i am to benefit from it in some shape or form.
Hi there,
How are you doing? So, I do realize this will sound quite unusual and perhaps even weird but i was just wondering if perhaps you would consider becoming my sister? Just to clarify, this is an actual sincere question so i definitely appreciate you taking the time to read it. Take care and i look forward to hearing back from you soon.
this kid is 24. i will make him a new slave and he can tell people i’m his sister haha.
i just realized i never blogged my mom’s photos from my birthday so i’ll do that soon. or later. where did i put that ring?
i look great today in the torso and i was great last night, drank nothing but water at two different bars. had a salad sans goat cheese and pistachios and then inhaled a bag of dehydrated kale chips in vegan cheese at mezzrow’s with stu his sis her husband and others. they had been eating and drinking a lot and were all moaning and griping about how full they were and even though i would appear to be smug i was also in pain, super mega crampy and bloated. i’m pretty low energy today so i think once i finish folding the boy i slept with last night (my laundry) i will sleep some more. today will be about sleeping and shopping. i have a royal high tea function tomorrow that jen is putting together. i need an old lady lady outfit. a 28 year old back in mad men days would dress like a grandma right and already have 3 kids and dress tea ready daily for sure. anyway the point is i have the blues. not a big (HUGE ACTUALLY!) deal i will be fine. it’s just going to be a long day. i’ve decided NO coffee cheating. yes, i have been cheating a little bit. it’s surprising to me that coffee is my crutch over booze.
the intense headaches or sluggishness from cutting out caffeine yikes have fun guys. i am definitely a coffee junkie i know this for sure i thought the pots i drank daily of the shit was like, normal and i was immune to caffeine didn’t notice it anymore because it had become like methadone to me, no buzz, just vital. i already feel the headache in the top of my brain it feels like popeye is squeezing it like that can of spinach, throbbing and pulsing, i feel like if i looked in the mirror i’d appear like skeletor or some science fiction ghoul momentarily and just from a coffee withdrawal headache. i am lucky from all the coffee i drink i don’t have yellow teeth. it’s cos i don’t smoke.
fantasizing about new orleans again. i think the more you go the more addicted you become. if you’re not a drunk it’s a great place for you too, you move from substances on to experiences and get high off those instead and eventually are dependent on them for thrills, and there’s tons of freaks in the french quarter. i think i might actually start going out more if i become full time fun bobby forever. notice how some people go straight and become complete lovable lunatics? or echo park hipsters (what’s that naybe in LA that’s like williamsburg called?) all clean and sober covered in tats making art installations and photographing all their friends drinking and givin’er i think this is the direction in which i am going.
i brought this back for my colleague. the souvenir i got for melucas was a pack of american spirits, what i used to smoke in brooklyn and then in maine.
dropped in on boom only had peppermint tea and stared without blinking at food network. they were making cupcakes. oh god. i figured out the first three days of chocolate/sweets cravings are from booze withdrawal. now i don’t crave them as much. jeanette taught me that if you detox for a month then by your next period you won’t have crazy salt chocolate cravings. if you flush it out then when all the blood rushes to your cervix dragging along with it all the toxins you consumed throughout the month at once sending out craving triggers all over the place. picture your period, we know what it looks like, all that gathered around your cervix waiting to come out, pumping out of you and then oh my god i need a bag of chips plain ruffles and a hershey bar RIGHT F–ING NOW GRAAAAAH! but! next period if you don’t be a hippo for a month, there’s no miss vickies to swirl around the drain, or hamburgers, whatever it was, your savoury sweet memories of the month. blood memory, like muscle memory. i already cheated with a chocolate egg anyway so the entire experiment is botched slightly. maybe. come thurs/friday i will be full on fasting though which will make the past 6 days look like a fuckin mandarin buffet of consumption.
these pants are highwaisted gap flares from the first go around of the trend i think. got them for 5 bones at salvation army in burnoutington. they are tall girl length too and drag. once i shimmy down another 5 pounds i’ll look way better in them. speaking of i’ve lost 5 pounds!
the kids inquired at mezzy’s last night what the fuh about this photo and they said it was makeup. i told them to look at the corkboard when they left and i knew they would forget to so i took a picture and bbm’d it to stu. it’s everyone’s favourite picture now.
soosh party. the mighty soosh. (and i can’t handle the mighty boosh cos of my ex’s cuz blaring it at 4 in the morning one time after two days of professional drinking). brown rice, soaked kale i think, carrots seaweed and she let me dip it in this kind of soya which i think is what made me fantastically bloated for the rest of the night even though i was probably going to be bloated anyway. frowny face. i sound so much like a cathy comic it’s retarded.
raymi’s list btw (trumpet blare)and i am for the first time ever unapologetic because for YEARS i have had to stifle my celeb crushes and every time shia labeouf would come on i’d be like yeah! so gay right! (wrong i would fuck staple him to a brick fucking wall i swear to god just watch me ahahha)
in no particular order we have:
andy samberg
shia labeouf
james franco
the gallagher brothers (either one doesn’t matter)
william’s brother
the hot one from the hangover
the jew stoner from road trip
that guy jeff from big brother two summers ago (i am not very good at this)
i could be a lip model. i’ve never had a cold sore in my life. photoshop can take care of the peach fuzz. you can see how i have one bulb in the center pout of my lip that’s uneven. i got a fat lip once i forget how or i might have torn away at something, i am a bit of a lip biter and peeler anyway, at one point in time there was another weird lip glob to match the other one identical to it until something dumb or traumatic happened that i clearly have blocked out of my mind haha.
aside from the extra lipstick fleck on my lips and my lip piercing leftover divot, not bad. these were super hard to take in the car, i will perfect it and flash my teeth next time too.
remember when melodie had this haircut? i’ll get pictures. snotty chic tina fey as melodie. uncanny. this whole scene is lucas and melodie actually they’re trying to get their way back in to that uber douchey trendy restuarant so they put their shit on backwards and she styles her hair like that haha i love it. oh look i found it.
but you have to register and log in to leave a comment and i don’t really know what that means or entails so have fun and good luck. the reason for this annoyance is that i am being assaulted by spam right now and i don’t want to wake up to 43507000 email comment notifications of spam and have to then delete them all individually from my blackberry and then lose my f–ing mind. cleanse day 6 tomorrow! that’s me eating seaweed. it’s a beauty food and obviously its magical properties take effect immediately.
that’s my plaid shirt. i’ve had it since i was 18, from black market. saw a dude try it on and put it back then snatched it then he went back for it and i was buying it hahah sucker. i’ll compile a set of photos of me wearing it over the years.
had them back late to drink all the booze save for a bottle of white wine for easter supper the next day. i was wired and not drunk at all. just enjoying my mates. teacher was there briefly but kashed out after his long tenure of DTD.
melodie said she was proud of me. i want her and jeanette to meet this week and get on like golden girls or some bonding type shit, meeting of the nutritionist herbalist tea health expert minds right there then i can disappear to the tickle trunk and talk to myself on tumblr. i slipped jeanette a packet of melodie’s tea today to get the cosmos ball rolling.
wearing this shirt when luc shows up is funny cos it’s his shirt and then he talks about how he saw it on my blog last week. everyone always gets a bit testy when they see their threads on their bud, but also we love it too but still it’s like NO i made that person over there before me they were just, nothing, that shirt. made them. i tell you. luc was here i just don’t have a not blurry photo of him.
this was a bloated tummy day for me but who cares wouldya look at my adorable face. i’m not even wearing under eye make up too i went out nakesy-eyes. i’ll even let you further inspect. i love mel’s sweater vest too. you can see her buzzed head, very chic punk.
um because it is the best that’s why. everyone made fun of me for cooking too like, they’ve never seen me cook before, have no idea that i know how to do it (it’s because the kitchen is always trashed from you guys duh) and so i made something out of nothing for them and they were impressed. it actually tasted like chinese food. can i say that? is chinese food racist yet? no i guess not. yes it tasted like it came from china except from my pan in parkdale but everyone was drunk so i’m sure anything would taste like chinese food then mmm chinese food why did i go here?
it made me a bit crazay a little. i get hyper when it gets warm but i have ten million things to do before i can go outside not ready yet type of crazy (agoraphobia problem) harmless crazy. when i get a new laptop i will not live in a cave anymore.
my room was a mess, half my stuff the higherly-rotated clothes all needed a washing, this warm day came out of nowhere. so balmy. loved it. anyway here’s why the dork shorts. circus shorts. totally.
i hung out for as long as i could stand not drinking. warm days, first day of spring warm days equates drinking on a patio and drunk by two pm. these guys lapped my sobriety at brunch. i had to run away home to my messy room and collect stuff i wanted for teacher’s place then i walked there on my own and got the dog and took her out for awhile. i am digging outdoor healthy activities. who wants to be my running partner, bike, hike all that too.
before taking stella out. the less drinking the more i fiddle with cameras i suppose. blogging is my drinking i told the teacher at one point saturday afternoon.
turns out i had a pic of what i ate before i ate it. those green grilled tomatilles were very nice i can barely remember they went down so fast and that other thing would be my side of hot peppers sans hot peppers. it’s sprouts (clearly) and they were good but kinda dismal no, why not a bigger one? i want to make a salad restaurant, like salad king except actually salads (seriously what were you grape nuts? where are the grapes, or nuts???)(i’ll never tire of that joke) for all the people like me out there who need 16 flavours going on in one salad at all times.
i felt maje sheepish about my order and embarrassed. how do you look tireder earlier but then better as the day goes on and then by 4am i looked like a bleedin’ cherub?
i’m going to high tea at the windsor arms this week. i need something fancy. should i wear a hat? should i go jackie-o? it’s royal wedding-centric. must consult some genteel ladies of which i know none. ha.
it’s slanted and sloped and steeped and crooked and then gets all confusing with a hairpin bend to the left (talking to out of towners) then it rips way up roncess. i want to explore roncess more north sometime when i remember to. a good run i’ll scout out new places like that. there. settled.
oh right this is why i was bloated i made expensive shakes with deliciously fresh and ripe cheese boutique fruits. i put some aside for a white wine batch too cos i am a nice little hostess enabler like that. jeanette made me an amazing shake today.
could be hotter but it’s very nice and still has a creeping heat a delicate one. it’s yummy i would love to have it with a wicked piece of meat fresh off the barbeque and i will eventually. damnit.
