meet MoSheTa Salon & Spa ready for a mani/pedi? don’t you hate assholes who say that? something about older women regressing to baby speak really makes my skin crawl. appys too. barrrrf. a little bg info as to why i can all the sudden quit a job then plunge immediately into high-rolling lifestyle is sites like fabfind exist. they’re like an aggregate website pooling all these products, services, businesses in the city you can cruise through for deals and they send out an email blast (only) once a day giving you a head’s up on specials sales cheap shit you get the point and mosheta is one of the many businesses a part of that. also, mosheta loved me so much which equals love to you guys too so for the next week you can get 20% off any service they offer if you drop my name. ok lets do this i haven’t had a pedicure since i was 20 years old and my mom had to force it on me.
first, this woodland elf needs an outfit. is it hot is it cold? i wanted to wear tights and super short shorts but i remembered i was getting my feet did so that wouldn’t work.
love the fuchsia pink girly theme and the graffiti font makes me nostalgic for that shitty catholic high school i went to for a year before i went to public high school.
then the mania hit me what do i want what do i want??? the stand on the right is for sale, the display to the left is what you choose from. i love that convenience, if you dig your shade enough just buy a bottle of it.
the even temper of my outfit requires something out there. next time i’m getting minx nails. dunno why i spaced on that so hard yesterday? i want plaid nails.
i already own my favourite shade of pink making it impossible to settle on another pink cos there are so many to choose from and i felt like it would be barely noticeable anyway…so hard.
the guy who did the mural spelled vajazzle wrong (how can you spell an already made up word wrong? well i guess that’s exactly how) but hello this place vajazzles!
fashion television was on no matter i was spazzing on my phone and talking about myself like crazy. yesterday was supposed to be relaxing more like complete opposite. so much drama. being an entrepreneur? your own boss essentially can get a little overwhelming and intense especially when things pile up. the dreamer in me is whining because now it’s crunch time and i have to be organized, something my entire life i’ve avoided being. i am a child.
plunge. these little foot baths have lights that turn disco colours and have jets like your feet were invited to a hot tub party you weren’t, who gets jealous of their own feet is that even possible to be jealous of a part of your body, jealous of yourself? woah time to get stoned a door in my brain just opened like when i learned about guy gold diggers recently. remind me to discuss that.
you can judge a place based on their coffee. this place gets an A+. showed melodie my pics when i went over to redd to oversee her hair job afterward and she said oooh that’s a good cup of coffee. she’s a coffee snob so she is an expert. i am too, espresso-based coffee yes please.
terry the owner is hilarious, laid back, eccentric, good vibe off him AND it was actually his birthday yesterday. i gave him my camera and said excuse me can you take my picture then demanded a few more, didn’t know he was the owner at this point but i had a feeling he might be. i like when owners try to trick you and play meek servant as they bring you your coffee. nice try there terry. he played along all the same, i said sorry, i’m very bossy and demanding he’s all what are the photos for and then i sucked all the air out of the room, boy, do i have a story for you….
when she slapped my legs i pretended she really hurt me then i felt bad cos she immediately blubbered apologies. come on look at me obviously i am fucking with you.
oh great now i have to decide all over again. i am impulsive. i figure things out right away or i take aaaaaaaages settling. there is no middle ground. i suffer so.
either there was a miscommunication or i was hallucinating but i was under the impression by now that i was getting extensions so i settled on this simple clear sparkle polish then my girl said no extensions once she was already painting. it wasn’t wild enough so i said ok now you have to give me swarovski crystals otherwise no one will know i got a manicure. this is why i never get manicures i see it as a waste of money why bother i can just do it myself? i think it’s one part cheap but mostly i don’t know how to relax properly. it’s the experience and the pampering that’s also the point of the experience.
my hair was fluffy. jordaan liked the colour he tried to steal me away from redd. turns out he knows shannon. everyone know everyone in hair world. i wonder if there’ll be a hair reality show fuck there’s so much beef and drama between salons.
dry lights. i hope these didn’t tan my hands they’re getting old enough looking as is you’re never supposed to get sunlight on your hands. a lady’s hands and neck age her big time i mean you can always tell age by these things so treat them well, baby them, or hide them like crazy. my hands are super tanned from cycling this summer.
jordaan thought that was a mark ryden tattoo. no it’s a blythe doll. but do you know who mark ryden is? yes duhhhhhhhh. i scored some maje cool points what else is new.
it’s been a night and morning later and not one crystal has come off. i did swarovskis before and they all popped off, you need someone to do it for you.
made everyone go out for a photo (bossy and demanding) and saw this kid. now that’s a commitment to your look, he’s too young to have a career and that hair isn’t cheap so i assume every paycheck goes straight to his clothes and hair. awesome.
mosheta is right by shanghai cowgirl. i was late and a creature of habit and i have to know precisely where everything is located, didn’t have time to check the address on my way out the door so i just remembered shanghai and this pink sign, impossible to miss.
i bet my niece would love to have her nails like this. i’m going to spoil the hell out of her on her birthday this year. turning twelve. time fliiiiiiies.
thanks guys for the vip treatment i wouldn’t settle for anything less. look how funny i look against their uniforms. so completely opposite hilarious contrast. so if you want all what you saw go say raymi sent you and they’ll treat you right. if you can’t make it this week for the raymi special you can go through fabfind and print out a coupon/discount voucher instead.
and yes in answer to the question you were wondering, i AM awesome.
so obnoxious and cheesy and cute all the same the little MH for martini house i think it makes me cringe cos i’ve seen it on my mom’s blog so many times before not dogging her just ugh TMI mom i don’t want to picture you out on the town drinking martinis. only because i am an asshole though, kind of a protective thing? i am fucked up. i talk up my mom all the time though when i meet men. i say that she is beautiful and a babe and amazing she would die her ego would strangulate the hell out of her if she knew i was so nice about her behind her back why in the history of the world are relationships between a mother and daughter so contentious? i don’t even know what contentious means i have to look it up. ok that’s the right word. i am definitely getting dumber the older i get.
the top of the creme brulee wasn’t burnt enough or at all and it was too cold but i give the bartender props for making it at all he JUST let the kitchen guy go and i had finished my curry mussels (unsatisfying meal, well mussels aren’t really food i feel, so minimal) and thought i was done. sorry burlington city girl is here, nocturnal eating machine. all i had yesterday was mimosas coffee (so pumped i bought a bag of x-tra bold starbucks sumatra) and a few tiny bowls of cereal. this town shuts down early. but not that pub next door, they have a band sunday night i am bitter i didn’t know this when i actually lived here it’s like bizarro burlington world that pub, very kings arm-ish which i haunted for many months when i used to live in oakville why am i constantly mindblown by the dumbest who cares? types of things woooooah a dominoes i went to one once many years ago!!!! WIIIIILD! pfft. anyway went to this pub after martini house i almost sang with the band but the singer got greedy in the end, they didn’t know oh darling, i was willing to do revolution or some other jam but they barreled onward with their last songs even though they yelled into the mic throughout the whole bar that the blonde girl will be getting up to sing and then everyone stared at me and i was like great now i have to get hosed this is actually going to happen. the bar rail was cheap but i of course ex-tender demanded a slew of ridiculous shit and she charged the hell out of those shots i don’t even want to bother trying to remember how much i blew there. feh. the same thing happened at the monk’s table, no half shotsys at all, no generous pourers it makes me really angry when i eat/order/drink out on the town now i feel like i was such a saint and everyone else is just a jerk like you can at least pretend that we’re buds and make me think you’re giving me a millillitre extra but no. i don’t care how wrong that word is spelled i am not looking it up f this laptop just pretend it’s french canadian intentional.
and i went out like this but changed into keds to dress it down a little at the very end there my hair makes a scene enough as is i didn’t want to cause too much bullshit i know i talk about myself 200000% always but fuck i have spent equal parts of my life looking not hot that when i actually make an effort i notice reactions and i guess it’s purely insecurity speaking when i make mention of all the rubber necking i get but also it freaks me out a little bit so i think if i talk about it helps relieve the anxiety i feel as a result ughhhhhhhh.
i need more dresses and i need to be dressed. fact, i SELL dresses so you may as well hook it up by now. i use my niece’s bedroom as a dressing room, pass out in my brother’s old room.
i was supposed to go out for a drink with a dude last nite who was really tight with my brother “back in the day” i’m sure he would hit the fucking roof if he knew/once he knows (no blabbing entire family that reads this please) one time in high school this babe morgan with a red stang wanted to bark up my tree we went out for lunch cruised around and then after lunch we are walking to school from the side parking lot and cooper my brother some other fucking retards are motoring toward us and i go UH OHHHHHHHH morgan goes what??? i say oh i guess my brother knows. he’s like WHO IS YOUR BROTHER?!? i said his name and he’s like your brother is ***** *****!!!!!!??? hahahaha gets in his car PEELS OUT and away i think he crapped himself i just have this instant memory vision of cooper running down the hill full throttle ready to battle. thanks a lot shawn you jerk cock blocking lunatic. anyway he graduated a year ahead of me (older) so i at least got one year alone at that school but i was snobby dating older guys so i put that to waste sorta. at prom i got an award for being the funniest. one of the girls on the yearbook whatever committee was in some business class i was in and always heard me ripping material, correcting the teacher and every single person in my immediate vicinity so she obviously had an amazing sense of humour if she thought i was the funniest person in my entire year/grade. i graduated with a class ahead of me because i was a brainiac but also i decided i was done, didn’t want to go to university therefore no more credits required off to new york fucking city with me at 18 years old BOOM.
i had a reputation as someone who thought they were too cool for school, some girl said that to my brother, she was in some of my classes, older, like burned a few years partying too hard and i guess my youth and brains combined made her feel stupid around me. she said to my brother she thought i thought i was above everything. i think that’s more reflective of her but she’s right you can’t really argue feeling elitist about things. shouldn’t everyone be cocky in high school? defense mechanism dude get a grip. that’s how you survive high school and no one fucks with you, make people fear you and they leave you alone. worked. should i write a guide to high school? i think i have peter pan syndrome and high school is as far as i went educationally so i guess if anyone’d be an expert on the subject it’s me ha ha ha.
i ate this today before coffee kicked in. so weird to eat so early. went to monfort’s, the “nice” one. i felt like i got on the server’s nerves but only because i couldn’t effectively communicate that i didn’t want pita but i wanted schawarma, that always throws people for a loop. i wasn’t rude though. just mute.
kerouac kerouac kerouac think kerouac today note to self. look how jack kerouac my papa looks over there. bummed didn’t get a chance to see them this time i’m gonna come back out in a couple days i think. who knows. i have the itch though i have to go somewhere. my brother looks hyper, my dad looks hipster, nana looks stylish and i’m in the middle of a tantrum i guess. WHAT ELSE IS NEW!
boy do i ever stand out, out here it makes things a little less relaxing to move around by. just hit this freshly laid asphalt parking lot around the corner at burlington mall with my longboard. bombed my way there a little bit to limber up. haven’t really boarded much at all since my wipe-out in may so i wanted to ease back in as mellow yellow as possible fuck it feels great especially when the wind pushes you i felt like a sail at some points, windsurfing my way through canadian tire’s lot.
everything having to do with suburbia fascinates me. i don’t feel much attached to anything in life right now, haven’t really for a while it feels but i can remember feeling trapped in the suburbs and it being hard seeing a way out of it. now i feel trapped in the city instead funny how that is. i genuinely enjoy myself out here cos i can just be a shithead transient. watching people walk by the window i see that they are so fully immersed in their lives here it makes me wonder about them, their futures, are they happy. i don’t consider aything about city folk though i feel like i’ve got all their numbers. there is nothing left to wonder. they bore me. nothing interesting there. how backward is that? cos you’d think suburban folk are the boring set cos they’re ordinary, which is what fascinates me. make sense? i think it’s harder to live in the suburbs than it is to live in the city. it’s hard to settle and be content. there is no battle left to fight out here in terms of success or dreams, it’s just, this. this is it. this is as good as it’s going to get. but in the city there is an overwhelming stressed out vibe to achieve and to keep going more and more don’t give up. ok i don’t know how that is supposed to be easier but i know that the distraction of the city is what makes life more bearable you just go from one thing to another to another and you can mentally check out. simple. here, it’s a lot harder to occupy oneself. it’s hard to wake up everyday and know that it’s going to be pretty fucking dull. that’s how i felt when i lived in the ‘burbs for awhile, particularly mississauga.
i guess i’m a classic depressive projectionist. projectionalist? there is no spellcheck on this thing. i spy two underage girls smoking outside wow they look so dumb i’m so embarrassed for what i looked like at 15 now. cringe.
the father who lives across the street i have been charting his hyper-active behavioural patterns for years now. my friend noel would appreciate this. i have seen his daughters grow. the guy just can’t relax i find it super hilarious. on a day mid-week this very summer i watched him partake in at least 20 different activities. what a spazz. errands lawn watering grocery shopping unloading the minivan washing the minivan just endless shit and it’s not that i see him as some sort of suburban science specimen even though i kind of do, i just find him so typically suburban it makes me emotional in a way. i also know he’s part shut-in and totally curious about what goes on over this side of the street i bet he’s walking around his family room in circles looking at britt’s jersey plates going BUT WHAT DOES IT MEEEEAN???? hahaha or me tooling around on my board one day out of the blue dressed like hermosa beach. if i don’t invent fantasy worlds for strangers it’s like i’ll die or something i’ve just got to believe there is more going on.
i too need to learn to relax. i always feel like i am exhausted coming off some whirlwind wild week true this last one i can definitely see in my face. and my hair. we drove straight from my assaulting myself at the gym yesterday. looking my worst is burlington’s best.
holy beatlemania trivia night. i have wanted britt and my dad to meet for years now. the first time i met her and she tried to school me on lennon i was all, oh please. hand in the air. totally hosed. we sparred for sure. have kept at it ever since. just wait til you meet my dad. i was hoping we were going to jam but the drum kit is gone now to randy’s. damn.
the white grape vodka end display was effective. got a bottle. good with cranberry. i am a new product junky. total complete product of consumer victimization. coupland quote.
i learned last nite i’m gonna have to stop gorging and actually start tasting otherwise i am NEVER going to get a boyfriend. she died of a heart attack, childless, manless and faaaat. tres sad.
britt, it is way too late to be wearing shades and driving. she took ‘em off after this. always commit to the cool even if it kills you. not me thought i am too important to die just yet.
cafe du lac is at cheese boutique RIGHT NOW until four so if you wanna fight your way thru saturday foodie shoppers and sample their stuff i implore you to do it. i was so full from this dinner i didn’t even give’r last nite it was that satisfying.
cafe du lac is (was?) a famous cafe in quebec so there you go french fucks stationed in onterrible, go there and be irritating. my hate on for french people comes from working at the central (french club friday nights, they don’t tip, they’re fucking rude and self-entitled and at the end of the night they want to split their bills and demand to run tabs throughout the night, sometimes paying for singular drinks with visa/debit ugh…) and don’t you worry they have their own special little post coming up, french people, not central, and i’m allowed to talk shit cos my mom was born in montreal.
blurry. the other diners were beyond intrigued by what was going on over at our table. who IS she??? oh film festival? kathryn (the owner) just fucked with ‘em a little bit. mystery sells. as do long legs and blonde hair and big cameras.
trying to recall what i might have been thinking at the time of this photo. starving actually probably just tunnel vision for food. britt was totally ravenous.
i felt really awkward. i love having my photo taken but not in front of normal people sitting down right beside you cos we already made enough of a scene in just showing up then the cameras roll out and ugh, i just have to learn to shrug it off and ignore ignore ignore instead of getting aggressively defensive and snapping I AM WORKING which would be totally rude. people are allowed to look and allowed to be curious i know but sometimes there is always one who decides to make a thing of it. i will come back to this at another point.
i have so many photos of me “doing something” out there cos i feel like the wacky diffuses some of the tension in the room like they already think whatever they’re seeing is part insane so it doesn’t really matter how much more i push it.
truffle butter from cheese boutique we inhaled it. truffle anything will make you do that which is kind of dangerous if you think about it. truffle gasoline!
calf tongue. a first for me. everything was explained to us by chef bernadette and i tried really hard to pay attenion but i’m sorry, it is really hard to remember all that but let me try again. the calf tongue was marinated for a long time. the beans were super spicy wrapped in prcosciutto and an amazing stinky blue cheese blobbed on the bottom to blend it all together. there good enough? if i didn’t know that was calf tongue i’d have thought it was some kind of normal meat.
salmon tartar on the left, in the middle is foie gras (soooo rich)(so cruel!)(so delicious!) top right is elk and top left is thick prosciutto basted in blueberries. i hogged as much of this plate as i could, stupidly so, had no idea another taste appetizer plate AND three more main courses were coming out afterward PLUS dessert. VIP is the place to be.
love the presentation. i want to stack food like this. they have this thing on the menu that comes in a huge upside down jar that you take off only when it reaches your table, it’s duck violated by foie gras. total artists those guys are. just check out the menu it’s ridiculous.
i got up before pigging out to pose for this awkward photo. at the end of it all bernadette changed into her night outfit and we were all a-gog at how babely she is.
crab legs, ate the entire thing shell and all so i guess it’s soft shell, beet salad aaaand creamy deep fried parmesan and gruyere squares. basically high-end cheese sticks. when i had one of those my eyes rolled back in my head. britt got a picture but i deleted it cos i look disgusting.
sooo pretty. guys if you fuck up you should take your girl to cafe du lac to get out of the doghouse i saw a couple making out in the back that almost made me barf the kiss was so passionate, i think they were french. hahaha.
potato things i thought were onions. you throw these a-top anything you want though we just ate them with our fingers. all table manners went straight out the window by this point.
have you ever had the chef come out and explain your food to you? that doesn’t happen. what i’m saying here is yes, i am royalty. actually the owner kathryn (who tweets and is awesome) when i sat down was like oh YOU are raymi wow you’re cute. i think she was expecting a huge fucking ugly nerd not glamourazzi paparazzi.
halibut on mashed i forget but i told my no carbs to eat it so i could scrape it all off the plate. i remember hearing that those skinny green things are sea asparagus. super salty. so yum.
bernadette was kinda calling bullshit on my being overly agreeable to everything we were eating so i tried the halibut right on the spot to show her live what my thoughts were. i was like it’s not dry at all, moist, delicious tasty. this was my favourite main actually and they tried to take it away multiple times and i snapped at kathryn with a knife in my hand ahahaha sorry. i think she liked it.
i think this is venison. those orange things are mushrooms that aren’t even in season yet so i guess bernadette yelled at them and made them grow to term? how does that even work? there’s so much i don’t know about food.
i was an extremely picky finicky eater as a kid i drove my mother insane and there is no chance in hell i’d touch this if you put it down in front of me but now i am such a snot it’s pretty ironic, my mom wouldn’t eat half the cuisine i spoil myself on. one of these days i’ll make her though.
one of those weird mushrooms. very good. i hate portobello mushrooms. i think that’s my only food hatred come to think of it. they always get soaked in balsamic and the combo just grosses me out and the fact that they’re portobello ooh so fancy am i supposed to blow you now cos you’re not the simple basic kind of mushroom? i’ve always been a bit weird about mushrooms actually. they’re alien-looking, some can kill you, some taste super bizarre. i guess they’re the fish of vegetables and are they even vegetables? confusing much? another thing is people get offended if you don’t like portobello mushrooms. it’s happened. i don’t want to take this post in that direction though cos we ate foie gras and calf tongue so….
oh my god there’s more you’re killing me here (loving it) but yeah at this point we were blobs. that’s rostii on the left (YUM) and duck stuffed foie gras.
the one on the right, better by far than haagan dazs, bernadette was quit proud of it. britt said it tasted like rich easter chocolate. it was both and we fought over it. the middle is the maple syrup tart (i think??) whatever it is it’s the cafe du lac signature dessert, very nice, yeah it must be the maple syrup tart cos my brain is recalling the hint of maple flavour. on the left is earl grey creme brulee so you go from right to left sweeter to less sweet and then you’re done and you go into a food coma.
remy came out to see what the fucking big deal was. hi what’s your name? raymi. oh i’m remy. remy and raymi.
it’s 9/11 anniversary hopefully i don’t actually have my annual massive anxiety attack. here‘s my blog post from september 23 2001 of the photos from 9/11, there’s more we have but yeah, scanning is such a chore. i blogged hella infrequently back then. i know september 11 is just a date and i shouldn’t let it affect me but i just can’t control it. part of my brain is permanently damaged from this event.
lucas and i were just trying to figure out if it’s affect or effect. then he said oprah had a grammatical error on her twitter today, she typed than instead of then. BURN. we have grammar fights in this household all the time. melodie is fascinated by how strongly i feel about the proper usage of language, spelling, speaking. so when i fuck up they all laugh at me and use the word i said wrong against me. dicks.
you’d think a blogger would lead a post with the most enticing photo of the lot. newp. not i nor here. lets check out how tired i looked yesterday and how much i don’t have eyebrows anymore.
here’s a shot of me from eyeweekly doing enter sandman. i was like one of two people who got to sing karaoke before the system went retarded. set the bar high check my sweat stain. i’m uploading the video now it’s super huge so it’ll take awhile.
costume change one. i was gonna do the dress all the girls want but then i thought it would be too oh my god look she’s wearing THE DRESS. maybe i’ll wear it tonite instead. rushed to grab two nice bottles of wine for dinner with family skid rat. i dunno why but i’m posing more and more like my dad in the face in pictures these days. they call me little duncan.
we are staining some shirts with elderberries. melodie is a witch. for real. not a hippie, just a witch. we hate hippies. melodie is always making potions and weird things i walk on by the kitchen on my own journey and she’s like here taste this, puts whatever the fuck in my mouth and off i go on my quest jacked on weird shrubs from a forest garden in the middle of nowhere.
i was on the fence about dolling the crap out of myself last nite or just goin’ skid. skid won out. i feel like maybe if i make more of an effort it’ll do me a bit more of a solid in the “making it” world you know, look the part, be the part, make something of your life. nahhh.
i think i can take melodie in a fight. she’s pretty strong but i pump iron. i had her in a nice little headlock, she was sort of resisting it. lucas went to grab the camera but the battery was charging. i don’t think i am ever going to grow up.
my legs are so baywatch. we wore matching wool socks and her vest was orange, my sleeves were orange. combined we make sense. apart, who is that fucking rainbow?
we need to film a movie in our house. i tried to throw a balled up tshirt (out of sheer laziness) into my room once from down the hallway. impossible cos the hall snakes and slants like a labyrinth.
the expensive wine justifies the trash. i have a pic of the other bottle don’t even ask me what it’s called though it was lovely, a pinot grigio. i try to go as dry as possible despite chardonnay tasting better and sweeter. the less sugar i ingest the better i’ll feel the next morning. ahh ok found a photo i took of the other wine bottle.
i gave lucas a complex about his shoes. are you wearing those shoes? yes why? are you from the forest? they actually go with our outfits. he changed them in the end. melodie and i can be pieces of shit to lucas we made him go get us a chocolate bar. i said specifically no choc orange or choc mint. he brings back choc mint. ate some anyway out of spite but yeah, get it right next time.
then i changed cos i felt like i might want to boyfriend hunt and i don’t think boyfriends want girlfriends what look like truck drivers. please excuse the house mess we are in-transition from being cold and being hot as hell house.
yup this is the one. unfortunately my crazy needing to change made melodie have to follow suit meanwhile lucas is like come on assholes. he was waiting downstairs and we forgot about him he comes up all huffy i’m all would you prefer to live alone and have NOBODY to wait for? melodie at the same time is all you don’t understand the mind of a woman. hahahaha.
then lucas tried to convince her to not wear my white leather and i told him to get fucked. whenever she looks super hot he makes her dress dumpier. fat chance guy stop cock blocking us.
we definitely got the dance party started. everyone was standing around bored and awkwardly not sure how to make fun happen then we full throttled and showed ‘em how to do’er. i think i punched melodie in the nose or in the eye. both probably.
we literally made that party happen. well lucas did. cindy and reg worked on (made?) fubar 2 with dave (terry) and they live below us and we all practically live at wrongbar (know those guys well) so two and two is four there’s your film fest party you’re welcome very much.
i don’t even know if terry is single. i was too gonged to try and sniff it out and i didn’t want to be an asshole and force myself on someone just so i could say i made out with terry cos i actually respect the bro. he’s a filmmaker eh, smart guy, talented.
this is about the time i slipped away. some people were talking about a royal york after after party getting more booze ugh no thanks i can barely keep my eyes open anymore. i love when “somebodies” try and play “somebody” with you and they have no idea who you are like dangling a bottle of vodka and a hotel room is supposed to inspire or motivate you to jump through a hoop for them or something like guy do you even know how much i can already make my own shit happen at the snap of a finger? cute whatever i know it’s always good to throw a blonde groupie-looking type into the mix but i really needed to peace out so that i did. thanks gill and nav and everybody that party killed. more footage to come i need to shower and prepare for fancy dinner review tonite, i am taking britt out which reminds me i should eye up the menu beforehand. here’s some pics from the ratatat show david took. just when you’re recovering from one bender ten more wash up on the shore.
i love the sound academy. i don’t care how far away it is doesn’t matter they hook me up like retarded walk me through the entire joint like gold get me blackout wasted plunk me in the vip section with all my bros i don’t have to be near any other humans i can dance like a maniac all i want it is such a fun time. next thing we’re going to there is MIA. last nite ratatat were amazing. went in with zero expectations came out completely cured of any and all emo. techno electronica whatever that genre is has a way of making it impossible to think about anything else other than dancing and lights and madness it was exactly what i needed and i am so glad i didn’t bail i woulda just been sitting on my ass at home bitter and hungover. i had the best nap it off today. i haven’t slept in so hard in a long time. def needed it. i am going to bike to lululemon and buy the best work out ensemble ever to congratulate myself on being awesome then i am going to sweat all over a treadmill and then i am going to join the family tonite at wrongbar for the fubar 2 party i can’t wait to see terry and deaner in character.
i loved it when some blonde groupies were walked up to the exec bar where we were (vip was closed so it was vip stand-in section which i have always wanted to hang in) it was so wayne’s world. best best best.
quickie wine slosh pre-movie. such a depressing flick, love during wartime? glad we didn’t pay, no one at cumberland is ever at the podium when i go there and i always say fuck that next time not paying but then i always pay and still, no one to greet you. last nite got my wish. i do not regret it at all. in the back of my head for two seconds there was a fleeting vision of a security dude tapping me on the shoulder but it was just other theatre-goers sitting down beside us down the row. have you ever taken the go train and not paid? not worth the anxiety at all worst fear ever sitting there thinking they’re coming for you every time someone walks onto your car or changes cars, moves in your peripheral vision. i used to commute all the time from ‘sauga when i interned at a mag in high school spent so much money on commuting like, a fuck ton a month, it was depressing, but anyway only once or twice i took the train without paying cos i was so pissed about all the money i was spending working my ass to the bone on weekends and monday to afford commuting (monday being the one day of the week we had class) fuck man i was so overworked and stressed and all these kids chose placements in shitty suburban locations and were getting paid and they didn’t have to commute. i was bitter but i purposely chose a placement in the city so i could fuck around and maximize my life. i was a maniac. the point of this is i was too chicken shit to not pay for a ticket there and back, day in day out, i am an honest person, i don’t steal or lie, i’m a law-abiding idiot you’re welcome. well i guess smoking weed is illegal. is it?
so i’m a little emo at the moment. new orleans trip is postponed, friend is ill. i’m also overwhelmed because now i see all this expanse of time on my hands in this city that i didn’t have before but now i have it and i booked so much shit to do today that now i don’t have to do because there is no rush to get it done before i leave. so i have an extra day to practice lines. i canceled/rescheduled my mani/pedi appointment because i was too ambitious in thinking i could get my shit together enough for noon today. i like how the nite before you tell everyone you have something going on the following day and to tell them to tell you to go the fuck home and then it’s like 2 in the morning and you’re kidnapped by them. thanks enablers! yeah right so i kinda wanna put a bullet in my head right now haha. clem says at least 400 times every time i see him that he is in a dark place. i guess i am too. sometimes i’m able to chase it away but holy shit what a change 24 hours can make of a person’s spirit.
well at least my hair is magnificent again and my eyebrows are like fuckin’ albino oh god i just looked in the mirror. britt is here laughing at my out loud blog type narration from the other couch.
she picked me up from trish’s today so i got to walk around with her in last nite’s clothing while she did her errands she’s having suicidal crampfest. at least i was dressed for a date so i was able to look semi-good. i was going to write a guide to being a princess dirtbag for that fucking mtv magazine but they decided i was too edgy or some shit so it never got writ but basically that is one of my tried true tested dbag tips of looking put together.
britt said the barista at starbuck’s double-taked me. i like that britt notices that shit cos obviously i’m equally as narcissistic as her probably more no wait who cares but anyway she always tells me when we go out if someone is looking at me. i think she thinks i’m more famous than i am or i am actually that famous? cos i do notice i get eye-hogged plenty but i’m not sure if it’s because people think i look like i should or could be famous cos i dress slightly eccentric and i feel like i have this noticeable energy that just makes people glance at me OR they DO recognize me. i don’t know. i only half pay attention to it but when i’m with britt or someone else it gets pointed out so the thought i sort of thought i had about it becomes reinforced. makes you feel kind of crazy i guess being semi-famous in a city where no one is allowed to acknowledge you cos that’s how toronto is.
