my mom is ten times more irritating than i am with her camera, in fact, i barely take photos anymore. i just blackberry shots of myself, tweet them and if i think they’re hot enough i’ll put it up here. mom though guy, you need to relax. i’m in the middle of telling her something important and she’s like hold that pose. hold it. sometimes doesn’t even bother telling me to be still just goes and clicks away. trust me i know how annoying i’ve been in the past now more than ever. i don’t even fight it anymore go ahead take photos in a department store i hope you get told off, i’ll just keep walking.
f21 has a strict no cameras policy do you think that stops her? i loved that red dress. too flimsy, would be garbled up after a wash or two. not worth it.
we have loud dysfunctional conversations all the time without care of who overhears and i come across like a total cunt cos i lose my patience FROM HEARING THE SAME THING 50 TIMES. next mom date i am getting wicked baked. i decided to be nice and respect my mother’s hypocritical saint-like poo-pooing of substances this time i do not know the fuck why.
department stores are depressing. it’s where fashion goes to die. nothing fits nice, the change rooms look like shit and they’re always managed by an old hag who hates life. GOOD TIMES. at this point i am like COME ON MOM LETS GOOO GOGOGO GOGO NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!! another thing we do is yell each other’s entire name to embarrass one another into hurrying up. sometimes i go quiet and don’t respond so then my mom is just standing there yelling my name over and over and over again like a retard. would you watch this on television?
oh my GOD lets fucking go!!!!!! i finally made her laugh from my impatient brattiness after we left emma’s i was waiting to get in the car so i made a song out of it LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN THE CAR NOW NOW NOW LET ME IN LET ME IN NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW. she called me a friggin’ bird.
she was impressed by how i nursed my watered down with ice wine. later on she tried to say she bought my dinner. whatever cheapskate liar nice try. my favourite is when the bill comes and i have to whisper hiss how much she has to tip. my blood pressure just went up.
guzzled all my wine and then she wouldn’t leave. hilarious. as much as she’s a spazz she’s a great person and i need to learn to be patient around her and SHE needs to learn to take ADD medication.
beast made peanut butter banana ice cream (!!!) how very talented that guy is. the pork shoulder was phenom too, smokey scent with flavour for days, why didn’t i hoover more? i think my raymi traps are working. that shirt was like 5 bucks and will likely fall apart in no time.
dad drove me to the station in his muffmobile. ew can i say that? who cares. i love my dad he’s the best. he worries about me biking a ton i should probably stop blogging about it. he said recently if he could afford it (and he could) he’d buy me a car so i wouldn’t have to walk or ride my bike anywhere, how cute. that was the nicest thing anyone had ever told me in a long time. dad i’ll just take the money though thanks.
sat on joe dog’s patio for shitty dinner, sun and uninspired mojitos. the ones at the drake are miles better. miles and miles. now if i worked in a crappy establishment i’d delight in pounding the hell out of mint leaves before sending those drinks out cos it’d be the only creative thing coming my way for my entire shift. i didn’t even catch a buzz.
my dad and i were discussing this the nite before. i was explaining foodies to him. we both skimmed this article only but i gather the gist of it is focused on the term itself. cheesiest term ever by the way. i prefer gourmand but like i fucking know how to say it in real life. actually i do. gore-mawnd. yes? anyway, like all things “hot” and “now” foodie is the next thing to write about on a slow news day. foodie, social media (snooze) and what else? the way i see it, being into food, great food, is a means for the elite to be as close to royalty as is possible. it’s trendy. bourgeois. obnoxious. impressive. in fact i’m going to an event next week at the toronto zoo, seafood for thought: The unique and elegant outdoor setting, delicious seafood tastings prepared by Toronto’s top chefs, chocolate fountain, wine pairings and of course some WILD animal encounters makes Seafood For Thought™ this year’s fundraising event you don’t want to miss! essentially, gourmet food events are rock concerts for rich fat people. yeah yeah they’re not all fat but you know what i’m saying. i’m stoked for it. right stoked. wonder what i’ll wear and i’ve already been told to dress up heheh.
it’s been awhile since i’ve shown some burlesque around here. we’re gearing up for our next show JULY 4 at revival. tribute to canada. i’m a goalie in one dance and a mounty in another and i might be a lumberjack too. i have to choose two canuck heroes to write on a wifebeater. david suzuki is taken. if i put douglas coupland zero people in the audience would get it.
every sunday beside the after dark where we rehearse i see albert at his oyster stand and he always flirts with me and i am always starving so this week i gave in. 3 oysters for 5 bucks.
then carmen caved. she’s in the harlettes. maid in taiwan. she dresses in french maid gear and saucily tidies up the stage and joins us in a couple numbers. once i stood there shotgunning oysters i said to albert now watch this everyone’s going to flood your table. i was right. when i left there was a huge line-up. i could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves (name that movie quote).
albert loves my tattoo and says i have a very nice face even though i look stupid here and i think he is blind in one eye. he asked if i had a boyfriend and i said uh no not really and he said WHY YO BOYFRIEND SO STUPID!!!? i said I DON’T KNOW! he said so i have a chance then? i said yep, everybody does. see you next week albert!
had to try them all. they’re like neopolitan ice cream looking. i am a fucking animal with no off button. when i ate the sandwich jen made me last saturday at work in less than a minute she could not believe it.
new shades practically identical to a pair i already own that melodie has annexed. their frames were too thick i like these better plus there’s a peekaboo gap on the sides between the lenses and the frame.
don’t worry this cool story has a shit ending. flattened my back tire outright rolling over broken glass. whoever set that booby trap, well played. $40 later and my precious wino time eaten up.
here dad i was going to save this for father’s day but then i realised it was kind of awful. not bad for a first take though and pretty much teaching myself how to play it on the spot. bonus: i smack my forehead on the mic 12 seconds in.
blew my load at f21 yesterday. 80 bucks, numerous things. mostly t-shirts, staples. a fake rich girl blousey thing. sunglasses (stopped self at getting the same pair in 4 different colours. stuck with tortoiseshell). a dress. i hate the yonge/dundas square f21, so packed and insane, total clusterfuck. i like it in the burbs, space and less 12 year olds. more cougs though. perfect.
my mother drove me bananas before she even picked me up. i love her but i also want to kill her. hahahaha. my impatient hyper personality combined with her alpha naggy ADD is like throwing gasoline on the seventh circle of hell. she has lots of advice and opinions and they’re totally valid, apt, and great. it’s just that i didn’t ask for them. sometimes i am talking just to talk and unwind, release. not for dating advice. men advice. most hilarious of all.
look at how cute i was! sarah you weren’t bad either. sarah (right) was my bestie. but sometimes i’d cheat on her with brooke and then when brooke pissed me off i’d go back to sarah. BUT DON’T FORGET ABOUT PATRICIA! anyway, sarah’s older brother would eventually become my very first goin’ all the way boyfriend (he’s actually sitting beside me in this photo, you can see part of his teddy bear). so much for hos before bros ha ha. well, to be fair, sarah and i grew apart, had our own crews we ran in. i was with three boys, i was their girl unit. so naturally you end up dating one. anyway. i gave that dude some good times. you’re welcome. you should also thank cosmo magazine and our family friend being a postman givin’ us every single magazine in the universe subscriptions that went nowhere.
i just gave the lawn fertilizer guy a double-take. i pretended to check the mail that i already checked in my bikini top and little black shorts he slammed on the brakes pulling out of the driveway i smiled at him and he says in retard seeing a stripper in lights voice UH UH D’I JUST CAME TO FERTILIZE i said what? he repeats it i say in charming southern bell dough head voice, thank you. like i care if the grass is fertilized hahaha. anyway he was a babe. silver fox babe, mom!
here i look like the less hot sister of some actress in a crappy movie you watch on your period. i bought that dress specifically for my dad. nice eh? i was like this is a dad dress. guess who didn’t even compliment it. it’s ok dad. short of that i knew my mom would be all about it and she was.
man the stupid things you can fill up your day with right.
melodie’s amazing shorts. look i know i post a lot of selfies i can’t help it. this is what i do, we all know this. self-indulgent whatever the fuck i’m in fucking burlington for crying out loud do you want a picture of some fat slob power-washing his van? (actually i have a picture of that).
ok so i have something i want to talk about. first, hi hello i am fine thanks how are you? good? great.
secondly, i haven’t had time to read all these boring articles about bicycles in the city, cyclists vs motorists, whathaveyou snore zzz etc i will just say this. as obnoxious as you think the cyclist is being dinging their bell at you (it’s not specifically at you, NOTHING is targeted at you, it’s the world, every obstacle) the bell actually serves a purpose. bike riding is terrifying. every time i do it i think this is the day it’s gonna happen. i hear so many scary car door stories. collisions. wipe outs. i already had a wicked bad bail on my longboard and that hurt like crazy and now i have a perma-scar on my knee and hip (kinda sort of hot) but anyway, when that wasp with her annoying basket dings on by it’s because she is scared for her life and she should be. urban biking is nuts. i leave the house calm cool and collected only to arrive frazzled on edge eyes bulging out shaking rattled hands frozen into claws from death-gripping my handles at whatever destination every time without fail unless it’s some stupid hour of the nite when i shouldn’t be awake biking anyway. like the other nite for instance after poutine i was cut. it was like riding home in slow motion stoner soup.
so next time you want to make your little bike bell rant that’s fine i’ll laugh along with you because as much as i staunchly defend anything in life i will be the first to take it down. however, cycling is free which makes it necessary. a necessary dangerous act you have to take on daily. you worry about the state of roads, pedestrians, whatever car is going to cut you off next (it happens) being alert. fuck i might have to get glasses for riding at night, my vision is terrible at night i have to pay one thousand per cent attention which is annoying because i love to daydream and listen to music while i bike. dangerous yeah i know it.
ok i am bored of this already i just got distracted.
i guess i’ll come back to the city today.
here i am rippin’ it up at the geeky (wicked) csi party a few fridays back with taras.
lucasaids just sent this out, i took the nite off specifically for it so you better come dance with me!
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Hey there,
Apologies, if you’ve received this more than once. Hope you’re well.
Next Friday June 18th 9 PM Sharp @ The Comfort Zone, Stop Die is back from the brink, resuscitated, if you will.
The new Stop Die will be debuting, as part of Dan Burke’s NeXt at NXNE, come and celebrate a whole new thing with us.
It looks something like this, NO laptop (we got tired of people asking if we were checking email), new drummer (Mario Laquintana), a bassist (Scott Morris), Lyle on guitar, synth and Roland SP sampler. Myself on vocals and a pedal.
It sounds like a fight between Goblin and Bauhaus at a Kraftwerk show (this is a good thing, trust me). So basically forget what you think you used to know about us, buy some earplugs, and start stretching for Friday. It’s going to be a ridiculous night.
Friday June 18th
The Comfort Zone –
Doors at 7:30 PM
Free with NXNE wristband, $10 (or more) without
Stop Die at 9 PM sharp
w/ Tundra Fun, Ten Kens, The Two Koreas, Comanechi (UK), and Turbogeist (UK)
also w CATL on the sidestage btwn bands
PS I’ll be at NXNE tent, previewing some of the new material and helping sell some Unfamiliar Records merch Thursday night between 8-11 PM at Dundas Square, during Mudhoney and X’s set. Come and visit.
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tweettweet:
Steph: hey im still here
i have a video game headache i should get high?
check out this pic i found
me: hiii
Steph: awesome hair
me: aw thanks
Steph: look how i cut myself out ahahah
me: i dont see anything
Steph: in the email
me: awww
why did u do that again
are u on invisible
are you hiding from the internet law
ok lets get high let me know when i should get my gear
yoo
fine
Steph: hahahhaa
sorry im making soup
THEN we do it
what are you up to
ill roll while the soup heats
ah fuck it ill smoke ol cloggy pipe
ready when you are
me: haha ok
ok getting high now
with little prince
oh man be somebody
Steph: roger that
what?
me: in kill bill when the strip club guy gives the stripper a line he says be somebody baby
i say that sometimes when i pass someone a drink
Steph: you’re so coooooool
me: I SAY THINGS
Steph: did u see i put a song on my blog for you
me: tips man
no!
Steph: sheesh
me: my sound card is fucked so i skip vids
Steph: aw
me: its depressing dont start lori
Steph: hahahaha
me: ahahhahaa
Steph: hows tracy are u guys good again
me: only now its working but i have to do she and him homework for concert tonite
um i told her to piss off yesterday
Steph: ahahaha
me: she leaves nice comments but like i said i was in a better mood then she sends a bring down email telling me what i should say to my therapist because i am 13 years old apparently still
Steph: omg
MOMS
me: i know
Steph: brb
me: what u cant do that during stoner chat
now im going to be stuck in a space out vortex for 20 mins
Steph: hahahah
just stirring dude
i wonder what your mom would think of me
me: all parents are cagey around me
i always feel like my personality is yelling at them
so i have to make it tip toe
Steph: my mom would like you i can actually picture it
my parents are dumb, but not uptight, perf combo hahahah
my dad would laugh at everything you said and totally not get it
me: wicked
story of my life
Steph: no thats good! hahaha
with my parents anyways
me: here comes a fil i have to say this cos i tweeted it yesterday
Steph: hahaha i read that
our neighbour says “what the fuck anyways”
me: yeah neighbours are allowed to do that
Steph: smeltzer
i hope if you visit you meet him
me: do you like that my gchat status says jerking off
i hope i high five the mayor this time
last time waving at him in my bikini sticking out the window of your pickup truck needs to be topped
Steph: hahahahaha
how did you know it was the mayor
me: *****s people and beast people are connected too
in this fucked up way and theyre all reading my blog
this is like meta
Steph: weeeeeeeeird that would make me go mentally insane with paronoia
me: uh yeah
one is a blogger too
and talks shit about everyone
i dont think she’ll mess with me though (though if she contacted me i’d be cool with it. hi!)
Steph: a blogger anyone reads?
me: yes
Steph: fuck her
HAHAHHA
me: HAHAH
I DIDNT KNOW I WAS TALKING TO A TOUGH GUY
Steph: im a dick today
totally dude- i work at the beer store!
me: oh yeah tell me about that
Steph: im not allowed to talk bout it online
gay
wait phone
me: ok
i want a drink so bad but i am so lazy
brb’
fuck
me: oh my god i forwarded our chat verbatin to beast
meh
me: he doesnt care
thats some phone conversation
12 minutes
me: ok lesbian til next time
Steph: sorry i suck, 1 phone call became 2!
i think i have actual friends coming over
me: u have friends?
Steph: sigh
just al
me: aw
69 people on my blog
Steph: magic number EH EH
me: ha
watch the dance vid on my blog
Steph: do you still like **** (not the same asteriks-ed out guy from before)?
me: no
i never did
Steph: you said you were kinda into him
me: does it seem like i do why does everyone think that
so im at this party in tbag friday night and there’s this INSANELY tall blond there and im like, woah that girl is crazy tall (read: intimidatingly hot) and she’s also smashed and so am i and a while later she comes teetering over and she’s all “im sorry but i just have to tell you, i know you guys” in ref to me and rye- turns out she’s a raymi reader (went to U of T and now moved back to tbay) and she just wanted me to make sure i told you “raymi is seriously the coolest, seriously”. seriously. HAHAHA. then she hugged me and cooed over me and took pictures of me for the rest of the night. HAHA. on the drive home yesterday morning rye was like “okay so when we get home you should add her on facebook. you made a new friend and that’s a start” HAHAHAHAHA.
anyway hi i was thinkin of you this weekend!
She already emailed me haahha and pix too I’m going to blog it
so if steph tells you she met a drunken asshole fan last night in tbay…
that would be me. i probably spent 2 hours telling her how much i love your blog and how cute she is. i think these pictures sum it up nicely.
haven’t visited in awhile, you are SO blonde and skinny!!! hotness. xo Karly
the sun is coming out. knock knock. who’s there? TODAY RULES.
a hot chick took a photo of my chalkboard message at the central last week or so. i wrote knock knock who’s there? YOU DRINKING CHEAP BEER ON OUR PATIO. sometimes i crank ‘em out of the park you know. just letting you know that.
coffee spazz out time then tan then a walk about then then then.
jammed out with my dad last nite, got some good video of it. we had a great time last nite. wine fubar nice snacks backyard patio tv making fun of everybody ahhh suburbia.
the sun is fully out and it’s hot. i am going to tan so hard and long my tan lines don’t even know.
listening to jewel right now (go dad covers/ed who will save your soul), very nostalgic. this record was the soundtrack to my first boyfriend and i secretly hated her cos she was so stacked and folky. who’s stacked and folky now jewel?! oh man maxwell house coffee is like drinking speed. speed and lightning and a sketchy amped up dealer with mafia ties everyone’s cagey around.
passed out hard last nite the second i got home. had the maybe i should go out itch? it’s saturday nite afterall. then i remembered every nite is saturday for me so i cashed my sleep check. biking by every bar and club on my route home is hard to avoid temptation of especially when people are screaming your name and you can hear it over your tunes. but then one drink turns into 3 in the morning and then i’m a useless tit the following day. useful yet useless. never compromise a day off with a hangover.
i’m goin’ west after dance today to weigh myself at my dad’s place. hahaa. and to watch tv and play with the cat. hopefully the weather will be good tomorrow so i can tan in the backyard.
rhonda and i have become fast friends. she’s hilarious and classy and classless and smart, like me. watching and listening to her talk is like watching myself. total spazz ADD five stories at once what was the point of this anecdote again? fully. melodie and i are like that too. i am picturing a craft circle and the three of us. boom. rhonda is leaving for ireland soon. why does this always happen to me when i meet a new friend?
cheese boutique history spat out scattered like by me. my mind was blown all afternoon, so much information, so surreal and pleasing and ahhh dyyyying, good dying. brain is still processing it all. have a few more vids just need to edit out a part or two first.
hit the vault. it’s like a cheese bank. you can collect and hoard cheese like wine, age it. sell it. eat it. trade it. maybe one day we’ll go back to buying stuff with cheese and gold and livestock. you feel it could be possible when standing in the vault.
it took twenty people to carry this in, don’t ask me what it is. it’s hard to pay attention when you’re vogueing and thinking and writing down the last thing told to you when they’re on to the next thing. anyway there are only two in the world and this is one of them, i remembered that at least.
there are in fact more than 2 in the world Provolone’s at that weight—however it’s not often done and specially commissioned…CB just happens to have 2 of them in-house and they are 1 year old….although, it sounds better to say that we have the only 2.
pretty much any and every thing in the boutique (i’m gonna start calling it that for short) is exclusive and elite. high-end for days.
afrim is the number one chevalier IN THE WORLD. france rolled in, did the sword anointment thing all that declared ya this guy knows his shit. have you ever been the best at anything ever? like tying your shoe? jesus. he’s so down to earth easy breezy too. as if you wouldn’t be pompous just a little bit if france had your back?
willy wonka rainbow striped pasta in little italy pasta room. if you’re going to carbs cheat may as well make it worth it. i guess this is why so many rich people are fat.
i took notes because i am an adult professional type person now. funny sidenote story, my uncle was the secretary (like a male nurse?) for this big wheel in parliament some years back, he’s retired now but anyway there was this photo pamphlet on my grandparent’s fridge of these players doing their political thing thang and in one photo my uncle is looking down at his papers with a pen in his hand and all my family would ever do is rip into him like what were you actually pretending to write while this photo was being taken, your grocery list? something about golf? meanwhile how many of us are political secretary big deals? zero. i exclusively think about this whenever i see anyone taking notes. don’t you just love my stories?
yesterday the beast and i met for sangria and i looked amazing. he said he looked like he came from the garbage hahahah. i mention this because i have the stamp from last nite on my inner wrist. PAID. thanks tattoo. today it made me feel like i looked like i came from the garbage. what kind of ink do you use??
to say my ass wasn’t kissed just a little bit, oh no. the big guy, father, owner, patriarch kept commenting on how beautiful i was. or was it pretty? who cares keep it coming! afrim prepared me the best lunch. lets start the raymi fat tracker right now.
coffee time excellent. everyone at cheese boutique made fun of my coffee. what? how do you even know what’s in here? i could tell that i’m going to have to actually show that i DO know some things about food if i’m going to hang with the big boys. i was like this is organic free trade. from home. in a hipster to go cup that i reused. i am the only one saving the planet now ya heard?
i am too distracted by how cute i look to come up with an appropriate caption. don’t worry the conceited window will inevitably come to a close pretty soon. there’s always some sort of downer around the corner, right?
shared my vouvray with the gang last nite. um i drank a lot yesterday. summer time in the city there is like 4 things going on daily and once thursday hits it’s a full on freak show. thursday should just change its name to friday and friday should just be saturday part one while saturday is called friday’s second chance. don’t fuck it up guys you know these things.
shiny pink bo-peep and a cheesecake shooter. raymi’s diet got shot down yesterday. i wolfed every fuckin’ thing that went by on a plate or in a cup. baby it’s free mama says fill up. i have an odd version of self-entitlement when at these events. like, i specifically deserve to be there because i hustled my ass off to earn my place whereas these ass clowns did fuck all and still act entitled. are entitled. except, not? it’s all a bit of a joke to me so i kind of go dickhead cos i know they’re making fun of me anyway. the only difference is i got in free and i know the value of things and therefore appreciate them. i take nothing for granted in life which is why i chase wine with 50 tiny pretentious catered bullshit snacks. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR JETSETTERS!
i need to do a partying seminar. all these people wanna party yet don’t know how and as if they give a care about the cause they just want to get gussied up and feel like freaks for a nite then stand around in unitards dishing out cut eye. mer and i danced like idiots until we got bored. ok ok sorry for hating all the time i can’t help it i’m very defensive and nervous and jealous.
i reel ‘em in with my insanity then they fall in love with meredith because she’s super honest about how poor and lazy she is and it appeals to their aging boomer white collar i can save youness. perfs.
as usual, stick me anywhere and it’s fun. gift bags were nice didn’t i already brag about how mary magdalene i was about giving mine away? the cn tower was pink afterall i hope you remembered to look at it.
i gave that entire gift bag away to a hobo. took out the lint pads and some dermalogica thing. i don’t need this stuff, no one does. there was food and snacks and candy and drinks in it. he had all these bags at his feet why not one more. i didn’t want to bike with it home anyway.
rode by narwhal and rode right on in to say a hello.
almost tipped her.
bringing it back ’round to adorable.
kristin is lookin’ fiiiine.
friends with you is more adorable than me.
only just barely though.
i swear to fuck it happened again. they came for the blonde and stayed for the red.
i did it skidfanie! BOOM! heard all about fubar sequel. no spoilers sorry. it’s going to be epic. i pulled out my dvd that i stashed beneath a pillow and said look what i had to hide from you and everyone felt all endeared. meredith and i were shitshowed and went off into the ether. ok more stories later baby has to clean up for a serious lunch date.
i tried zooming in, still can’t make out what he typed about me. assume something along the lines of stubborn intellectual, witty, charming, beautiful, beatific…
he said i seemed like a different person, less anxious. i said it was because i was tired but yeah i guess i’m way less strung out than i was in february. it’s been that long. i missed april’s appointment because we meet so infrequently (cos he knows i’m not a sorry case). he said i was cracking more jokes than usual.
he left the room when i took these. well, i took these when he left the room. i told him basically i know i’m playing fire with (smoking) weed but i’m cutting down. he asked how much i smoke daily i said the size of my pinky nail. he asks if that’s a gram and i laughed at him. no way man that’s like the dust you find at the bottom of my purse he’s all so do you buy an ounce a week. then i laughed at him some more. no i can make a 20/30 bag last two weeks. then about my drinking which i have always fibbed about a little. it’s sporadic. i guess i binge drink? i don’t drink daily at least anymore. my sugar cravings are due to that i’ve established and he agrees, cos i am in a constant state of withdrawal. cool! then about blow i said i’ve only tried it less than i can count on one hand since last summer. insignificant. barely a bump and i am blaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah! don’t need much as i’m only wee. i drew him a picture of the toronto blow scene. everyone does it and everyone hates that they do it, they all imbibe in secret. they go out saying they won’t do it then they do it and feel like shit for two days. they have friends they avoid because those friends do it and don’t like doing it alone. we all drink too much but that’s city life it’s hard, can be. then i felt i was complaining too much or whining and i said ahh white people problems and he goes what? i said it’s a luxury to be sad and he said well no not with your past was it a luxury going through all that? hmm good point doctor thank you for justifying a few more months of stupidity to come awesommmmme.
mentioned i drank too much caffeine though. at one point i thought i fucked my eyes and brain up from too much weed cos my eyes get jittery sometimes, twitchy, but then i realized i hadn’t had any weed this day but a fuck ton of coffee so, it’s the caffeine. can’t help it can’t stop it. dependent. at least i cut it out with the energy drinks.
i know starbucks is for assholes but they just have good shit mang. everybody does it. skinny cinnamon dolce latte is my bag. don’t worry i make up for it by drinking lots of hipster coffees.
wakame salad the only picture i took with my phone at sushi on queen last nite pre-concert with the beast. we undertipped cos the waitress pissed him off. i tipped more for my 12 dollar bill the other week than we did last nite on 60. yeah the service was shitty. don’t expect rock and roller treatment in a borderline fast food atmospheric setting you paunce.
i take these vitamins daily. that mess is not mine. that is the bodum i bought from starbucks to replace the one i smashed. that is the last vitamin spazz package i have left.
i am not in love with her anymore. she diva’d out about cameras. my guy told me pre-hand to hide mine well so i opted to not bring it and just take a few with my phone. then at one point in-between songs she gets all mean girl about the red and orange lights from the cameras in the audience. so catty like, “and that orange light see it doesn’t do anything..” in that attitude voice she has in all her movies, what? at that moment we almost just left it was so bullshit. we had a handful of drink tickets still though. i was pretty gunned. gave one away to a chick cos beast blocked her view i hugged her and said sorry it’s only temporary we just fought our way through the crowd to get to this bar and everybody is mean. then fucking deschanel says that camera thing. vip was sucking cos no one was dancing because they had to not waste one solid second of staring good and hard at zooey. if no one’s revealing the good time they’re having it pisses me off.
massively starstruck all the same. i get it, artists are into MOMENTS but seriously get over yourself what age do you think you’re living in? it’s the digital age baby. why don’t you have a long boring conversation about facebook with that girl who could never spell. also, have you heard about these things called marketing, publicity, promotion? sorry just a bit exasperated as this comes up for me way too frequently, people get pissy, they want to be heard like it means something like i care if you care that i exist so openly on the internet. balls.
anticipation. show was sold out. beautiful music, beautiful girl. too bad she’s an uptight vegan who doesn’t like tofu and is allergic to gluten. hahaha.
ok moving on now to my next big stupid whatever thing.
go to narwhal tonite for this party it’s a big deal. kristin got stripey marshmallows and prosecco for it. adorable. i’m going to try and show my face prior to the rethink romp event which you can still get tickets for. the CN Tower will be pink tonite because of it and supporting breast cancer awareness. don’t forget to feel yourselves up girls.
