don’t know what to tell you. things are different now. was couch surfing for awhile there, then at my dad’s, then moved around the corner to dave’s place, made more sense. more space. no parents.
let me show you around i guess.
after this ikea pit stop, of course.
it was not meatball day (2 for 1) and they didn’t have lox either. i swear normally they serve these dewds with rosti potatoes. or they just do it differently in the burbs.
extreme close up.
WINE NOT?
atmospheric.
thank god for my lists. cruising ikea baked list in-tow, is still pretty confusing. for one of us at least.
free soft drink pass why am i showing this?
dave said i got a dirty look. finally someone witnesses. he shot back one at the biddy.
red theme on the horizon.
such a great print.
twice even.
sigh faint etc.
well hello there sneaky christopher.
SOLD! (next time)
not feeling the ikea scene much.
wait what, which way?
comin’ for ya.
DREAM BED.
rock of love (pepe) jeans thanks mom. i made fun of them and she said NO they’re expensive! then called me an idiot. ok then you win. like being expensive somehow justifies the tacky (in these jeans’s defense i dunno, growing on me plus compliment city) as by how everyone in yorkville dresses. JUST because it’s pricey doesn’t mean it’s tasteful. money cannot purchase a sense of style.
christmastown!
it’s never too soon for making money eh. stretch those season shopping days out as far as you can.
not even surprised.
same tired shit, ikea.
hearts everywhere. bought duvet/comforter set to match those things AND red velvet drapes i have always pined for some ever since a nite after kokie’s (rip) in this greenpoint basementish loft, floor-to-ceiling heavy solid red velvet drapes and i mental-noted it there on the spot, high as a kite. wow, rather sharey right now eh. yikes.
it does feel a little soonish.
taking photos of ikea lights is pretty fun. avoided that room entirely though, felt too spacey and rushed.
welcome to gayland. my new room.
got some mad red probs.
let me tell you i was NOT made for duvets, stuffing them into their homes, rather. comforters? what the hell. that’s like a 3 person job.
what’s that on the side table?
should have waited to put drapes up before taking pics. next project. getting home with ikea goods and immediately setting it all up requires a special kind of mania.
cool operator.
oh my god think you get the point the joke just died. i kill jokes.
my biggest fan. speaking of.
another room i cleaned and constructed. in the suburbs there are these things called HOUSES and they have many rooms, like, four even! so many possibilities. that’s a snake behind the couch.
shoulda seen it before.
this was on another wall, had to move it cos i walked into an antler and basically gave myself a shiner. it really fucking hurt.
my huge mural i have to iron flat. nice to look at from the couch and remember how much of a mental case i was in 2004.
doggy gate. no babies!
there’s zany rustic hippie stoner cottagey crap all over the joint. you must visit.
i’ll make you a snack even.
downstairs john, shelf above toilet.
same bathroom. raymi painting on the right beautifully executed by liz.
i love this girl. it was her birthday yesterday. here’s a bunch of things you haven’t seen or may of heard about before but mainly it’s for her. in a subtle way she changed my life. props on that.
dressing up fancy for the legion masquerade.
here she is owning me at foosball. she’s had more practice. i used to be alright at this. kinda majorly lying right now. i mean i used to be good at fluking it. how i get thru life basically.
i would fight a ninja for that right now.
they said i brought the emo with me. people who indulge you in your humour and dumb jokes are the best people there are. never lose them.
hi-tech.
not cheap.
so worth it.
GAH! thurston followed us for a bit to outfox a fox. true story. this cat is probably smarter than you city slickers.
high art. carhole art. speaking of, this is how you carhole jam. hang tight ’til the end haha.
so wasted, such good people. you know what’s awesome? NOT being in the city for long stretches and not caring about shit you thought was supremely important at one point in time.
though, it’d be nice to be 20 again.
what a loud evening hahaha.
that’s the man you can thank/blame everything for.
root beer schnapps frosty beers my face just salivated.
bacon vodkas. these kids, these skidly kids took care of raymi. here’s us making the bacon vodka can’t wait for foodies to be up all over my youtube vid. we watched a tutorial of a buncha geeks doing bacon vodka shots and whining about it. wtf guy, booze is a skill.
seriously the best caesar you will ever have. here’s what i said on youtube about it: kinda gross eh but kinda amazing once you drink it in a BLT (bacon lettuce tomato) caesar when you’re hung/drunk/givin’er in Thunder Bay. to make: pour bacon grease in mason jar of vodka, let room chill a bit before placing in freezer or whatever place it right in, next day pour thru coffee filter, removing fat from vodka. make a caesar. you’re welcome.
happy birthday gorgeous one, free spirit most genuine girl who constantly blows my mind. miss you. i love makin’ you laugh omg gay freefall…………
boogie town.
i arrived skinny. that’s my airplane shirt. then the day i left i got skinny again. being a woman, fluctuating bloat is such a thrill. eating and drinking like a wild animal helps tons.
she wore that shirt the day we first met. i think i briefly wore that one too before i had to change seven more times. another “thing” of mine steph patiently tolerates.
getting there. belt needs colour and i think some silver all around to jazz it up. looks good where it’s hung beside this huge old diesel mural i’ve held on to since 2004. had two of them, one i put up on my old wall when i was living with my dad and when i got home it was taken down. too much for that room maybe?
here’s the photo i jacked off google to draw by.
see now that stupid branch makes sense. idiot.
deleting from desktop ahhhhhhhhh release.
i have ten pictures of madonna (as evita) waiting to be chiseled down some, commissioned painting since forever when now? don’t worry sheena.
something to aspire to. just watch this right now. so infectious.
well that can’t be topped, today’s a bust. why even bother?
painting my finch canvas, feel pretty underwhelmed by it. un-blowing your own mind, humbling. i’m so dying all over myself for these awesome rad paint skills right now! more coffee stat.
pumpkin pie brownies i got a teeny taste of.
those cupcakes were gone in seconds. don’t intend on having one of your own if you attend a baby party.
wow. i guess this is what happens when you read my blog for 7 years. v flattering, thanks lisa.
i made this for you. i hope you like. the quality is kind of shitty, because i had to keep compressing. anyway, you’re a doll. Happy Tuesday to you.
xox
gahaha so hard trying to watch it with a straight face. you’re the best lisa! that’s so touching.
so the naybe kids aren’t gonna be fucksticks any longer now that they got a good eyeball on the new chick next door and how lamely she boards the cul-de-sac infinitely leagues and leagues of awesome she is.
i definitely feel very teenagery again. regression, enjoy it for what it is, when it is.
have you ever had an eleven year old make you feel like a total slob before and terribly under-dressed? well done, girl.
love these goblets could write sonnets for these wine goblets. very dr. seuss they are.
family artifact.
little hipster on our hands here.
old man boots pure danger on a longboard. better than pointy patent flats i guess.
goin’ for it.
my aunt mentioned once wanting to paint that. she considers if a piece of art, work of art? hey thanks all the same.
go dad.
then my brother and hailey spazzed out with my camera for a bit.
and drew me as girl beavis/butthead?
nothing changes.
knew right off the bat i’d beat him, why do people fall for the corner trick all the time? dad, that sucked. oh look, someone made a note of it. perfect.
photos of the feast coming shortly. it’s a holiday up in here, time to hit the pavement doing my favourite ‘burbian thing i’m too anxious to do in the city. longboard. you can throw some bets down on whether or not i actually leave the house today.
my mom gave me a bag of cast-off clothing, wait’ll you see these bret michaels rock of love jeans holy shit get ready to howl.
some things were said as is the typical case when it comes to family gatherings. somehow these people get away with it. i just say i don’t know how to react to that so i won’t say anything at all meanwhile i am choking them out in my mind.
i brought cupcakes and pumpkin pie brownies. gone in a flash.
aw.
mom’s princess feet. i guess this is where it comes from.
thanksgiving buffet, several people were not in attendance due to thanksgiving. i choked on the massivest piece of dry dark meat and mom says that’s cos “i don’t eat” urrrrg no. if you were ever in need of knowing how your bod was doin’ go visit the fam, they’ll put you straight on the spot.
wasn’t feeling the poker game.
now on to the next jam.
something im thankful for: your blog
happy thanksgiving lauren. i hope you have a nice weekend ahead of you. mine will be filled with dysfunction and wine. ahh. Also, I liked your mighty jail bush drawing
sending love, xo Lisa
