lazy ass here. here’s two amazing vintage stores, one of which i forget the name of on markham in the mirvish village, just south of bloor, you know the spot. there’s 6 all in a row on the west side. i’m hoping going through photos of clothes will temporarily curb the desire to attain more stuff i will never wear. i’ve at least ten dresses hanging up in my closet right now (likely more) that never make it out, have never made it out. i really need to tone it down.

first up is the most southern store on the block, closest to the victory. i had the card laying around here for the longest time too and can’t for the life of me remember the name of the place. any help?

they’ve got everything, and lots of dude stuff too.

i tried to take my mom and niece here and my mom totally balked at the idea of vintage. ok so you’ll kill time in a shitty salvation army yet won’t bother to browse a boutique that makes a point of carrying the nicest things, cleans and fixes them?

wish you bought it now fil? i kinda do. it’s basically fall now anyway. i find it hard to buy warm clothing in the summer, i’m in total denial when summer shopping and that’s so dumb cos that’s when you come across all the best jackets for half the price.

vintage spot two remember SPACE? where i bought my cow milking, butter churning dress.

no clutter here.

rosaries are cool now. i forgot to tell you that.

bye dudes.

just kidding, there’s more.

before that we had hangover food and hair of the dog with the b&b’s.

i find when i’m hung i crave everything and nothing. wanted grease but not too much.

predictable fil.

what’s up patio cat? i remember a cat wandered into my public high school once, it was pretty hilarious.

everyone was a fan.

that’s all folks.

so much for the ex today, stupid rain.

took us a few to get the wheel spinning, it was jammed or they are weaklings and i wasn’t any help as i was filming it but once it got going oh man, it goes.

after this ride my eyes were twitching in my head and i couldn’t make them stop, just had to give it time. the feeling you get in your stomach gives you the giggles. fun day. there’s no way fil could handle it, the barrel ride, he doesn’t do spinny. he went on the swan boat ride with sass though haha zoooooom zzzz and sass put up some niece hang time pics up on her blog. here too. i took the day off yesterday, killer week so zonked. i’ll get some goodies up once the coffee hits.

(yes i wore that dress two days in a row)

canceling out the tomboy of the last post SEE i can be a girl!

yesterday i was a zombie. menses attack, so tired in the face.

how do you walk in these things britt? my second right toe curved completely to the right and folded under the other toes ack.

here’s an outfit NOT to wear on queen street. ever. and especially not to the bovine. i never wear these chuck taylors but for some reason decided yeah these are my queen street shoes for sure good thing everybody else got that fucking memo. ugh.

bloods or crips, haven’t decided yet. you’ll be the first to know don’t worry.

when dave showed up also wearing plaid we were really depressed for ourselves.

brad’s other band (great diviners) played the bovine monday nite. pretty decent. it would be more decent if i were in it though.

don’t enjoy yourselves too much now girls!

much better.

sea of people. dave’s in there. i like how people feel perfectly ok about having a scream conversation right by your ear but the moment you turn around to get passed them and dare nudge by they give you the dirtiest of looks. hey how would you like it if i fell into you and we all went down like dominoes, no? k fucking MOVE then.

went for a stroll cos i was not the only one feeling the claustrophobia effects. dave brought his bike in from the burbs on the back of his truck. on our way back he rode my peewee bike and had a bit of trouble mastering the (non) brakes. i made him practice on some side streets a bit, no no you have to anticipate the stop see you want to brake up ahead that means you have to start pumping the pedal backwards RIGHT NOW unless you want coast through a red light into an intersection.

karate kid can suck my ass.

a closer look for those in the cheap seats.

so hardcore i know a graffiti wall, watch out, on the scene, takin’ names, gonna destroy this town.

beautiful bike.

when i was a kid i thought the bovine (from the outside) was a truly scary place like EW this is what toronto is like, total underground and people have knives in there and syringes and fluorescent hair omg and tattoos all over, like pirates.

lets get a better look at you.

someone takes care of their own.

allison has moved back to town.

she’s always dressed to kill.

it’s nice that renita drew a picture of herself and TATTOOED IT ON TO MY ARM. we’re working on a flower piece for my right forearm.

ten thousand chick readers of this blog have crushes on brad.

too bad he’s taken now. wow SO didn’t see this one comin’ dudes! my mind is blown what’s next, hamburgers eating people?

what’s up adam ya rapscallion?

claire looked super fine monday nite. love that dress.

haitham is having a housewarming party the same day allison is having one (it’s not for weeks but apparently the date can’t be changed?) so they were hatin’ on each other quite a bit to movie proportions, haitham’s like the only rule is don’t bring anything. i told that to allison and she’s all don’t bring anything to mine either! what is this bride wars i love it!

in case you forgot i am a zany number.

to the max!

i tried to take off that sombrero to wear for my pretend double keyboard performance but it was hot glued to the mannequin and a guy came out the back looked at me and shook his head then disappeared.

so i just blogged about it instead. DEAR INTERNET I AM IN THIS TOTALLY WACKY BAR RIGHT NOW YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT THERE ARE LIKE ALL THESE THINGS STUCK TO THE WALLS IT’S LIKE A GARAGE SALE GARBAGE DUMP LIKE THE ONE IN LABYRINTH OMG GOTTA GO SOMETHING TOTALLY WILD IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW THEY’RE PLAYING OLD MOVIES FROM THE 60’S BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR THEM BECAUSE OF THE LIVE MUSIC I TOLD YOU THIS PLACE WAS WACKY!

hot dress.

mmm soap condiment.

time for more irony at the ossington.

claire i love hanging with nudists you’re awesome!

fog machine gathering.

pretentious is my favourite.

at this point i wanted to go home but i listened to the majority vote.

haha brosz7. always talkin’ shit. always talking.

ok do they show intervention here or is that just a clever name as intervention airs mondays? either way i approve.

k bye now kinda phoned the rest of this one in eh.

ooh here comes the sun how pleasant!

here’s a few me’s from tiff’s photos.

oh my god i hate myself.

barf.

dragged my mom and niece all over the city yesterday afternoon, apparently it wasn’t “real” enough for them. uh guys this is how real toronto people live and this is where they go. one stop on the raymi express was this cute little shop in koreatown where the proprietor is insane(ly awesome!) and a clever salesman.

cannot wait to have a house there will be an entire room filled to the tits with this shit.

the guy pulls out a jar of these and gives us each one and i’m like oh yeah cute and he mimics swallowing it so i go to pop it in my mouth and he freaks NO NO not to eat! so he opens one and there’s a little scroll inside with a metal ring around it (you’re supposed to write a message to someone) so i put it in my purse and he’s like no no not for free. guy, why did you give me this then? he let me keep mine, i’m going to write a message on it for my niece. “sorry the long walk i took you on sucked” love aunty lauren.

pickin’ out nail polish.

OOOOOOOooooooooooooooooh.

um as if i’m not buying this.

hailey wants the coke one. her birthday’s just around the corner too. i tried to impress upon her the fact that maybe she REALLY wanted the pink one. no dice.

cut through christie pitts on our way to wychwood park and my mom proclaims they are used to parks and grass, that’s boring, they want lights, action. um ok but it’s daytime. they went to yonge/dundas square last nite.

see there you go you wouldn’t find that in your precious yonge dundas sqaure area.

lucky houses. last year or the year before fil and i saw a huge tree down in this area, something about the higher ground maybe?

if anyone wants to hang with my niece and i tomorrow get at me – hotel party – no parents!

before we went out to brad’s show last nite dave mentioned that my xmas tree ornaments weren’t to scale (just you wait til i post all of his MINIS) so we did this little side-by-side. click for larger photo of the beer can to ball ratio comparison.

one more for good measure. here‘s a better enlarged shot.

this is the ancient beer opener i found on sunday.

cool no?

is it true if you play pink floyd’s the wall the same time you hit play on the wizard of OZ does it sync up exactly? can some stoner let me know about this one? also, uh, how did the wizard of OZ predict a band like pink floyd was gonna come ’round? kidding i know it would be the other way around. UPDATE: it’s dark side of the moon not the wall, thanks yuula. check dark side of the rainbow on wikipedia. man, i hope my brother was right when he said one day i will have the capacity to smoke weed again.

you know if you watch any thing ever on tv and listen to any song, doesn’t matter what, it will all sync up. only if you’re on weed though. well not true i used to try to watch tv while mom was vacuuming before i ever did drugs or drank and that synced up just fine.

there’s a special day camp in the park and they are screaming their heads off something crazy right now it cannot be ignored. way fascinating. honestly it sounds like chimpanzees in the jungle.

i’m waiting on my moms and niece to come over to take ‘em around the city HURRY UP I’M A VERY BUSY PERSON.

is anyone else into big brother right now? i so am, first time since i saw’re it in england, before america ripped off their format. remember the very first big brother format tanked, uk’s soared so they copied it and that was in 2000 – we’ve been watching garbage television for a loooong time now. who do you think will win? i’m gunnin’ for jeff or jordan so they can go on that hawaiian cruise and he can finally plow her then get their own reality show spin-off that i can cry to cos her family is poor and loving and she is so stupid and sweet, the best kind. also hello, look at that guy.

you know after i hit publish and tweet/facebook my posts i can see each and every one of you guys on here NOT commenting. i’m gonna add a widget counter on the sidebar so you can see how many of you are on here at the same time. COSMIC.

aunt flo what’s up?

sorry for being a baby i just hate you so much sometimes and your silences are predictable.

time to get dark!

second cemetery hang this season and not a soul around.

little background on that shirt. it’s an h&m (you see girls all over wearing it) size 12 back during raymi fat tour, even then it was too big i just bought everything big to shock and awe distract from what was goin’ on in the midsection. ugh sob. anyway, it’s a tent on me now so i belted it voila, whole new shirt. it’s like i am like a fashion expert or something yeah what with all these total insider tips.

then dave arrived and we went on a little exploration down this hill where old mill ruins were and i made tons of jokes at he and fil oh hey guys look at this i think it was attached to a tree at one point yeah, maybe, i think it’s a…PINE CONE! i did find a totally ancient beer bottle opener though, so old it looks like a paint can opener. i’ll post a pic later don’t have much time now.

shopping cart up in the tallest tree ever. the guys (fil) thought the tree had grown with it in it. pfft right. i say someone launched/sling-shot it from the top of the hill.

fil got a good picture of me standing beside this tree and you can see both the cart and i, pretty funny.

i picked that tuborg green beer cos i thought it would actually be green. or ethical. it’s neither.

this gravestone was weird, took a pic of the daughter beside her too, a picture of a picture of her and a stuffed homemade bear and a cat and the cat is mentioned on the gravestone and this woman’s whatever she’s holding is mentioned too. cuckoo. i’m happy people stopped taking photos OF the dead in studio portrait style a long time ago. creeepy.

see?

at this point fil tells his irish historical graveyard story for the billionth time. it’s so old that bone fragments have come up through the earth and you can see them.

this one is sooooooo going on flickr omg you guys.

diggin’ the celtic medieval thing here.

“death is but a covered way which opens into light” huh what? see that weed baggy in the foreground, good blaze spot no?

tons of mothers all over this place.

guess this guy didn’t really get ahead in life. dad that one’s for you.

this is why we’re fat. most amazing chips ever thanks brosz7 he went on a herr’s messageboard yesterday to discuss these chips omg apparently there’s a philly cheesesteak flavour that tastes like you just ate a philly cheesesteak sandwich and i believe it as the bbq ribs ones are dead on, you cannot stop eating them. you’ve been warned. look at us the next day we went back and bought six more bags! (we put one away)

a little disappointed based on how much brosz7 was hyping the authentic ketchup flavour, they’re pretty good but no, not exactly like heinz ketchup. bbq ribs are still winning.

first 649 ticket i ever bought. when i was a depressed loser at 20 i used to buy super sevens on the frequent, won zippo. the nite before each draw i’d lie in bed thinking man, everything’s going to be ok from now on hahahhaa. fil says super sevens are a waste cos you need to match 7 numbers, with 649 it’s only 6. good point. anyway, 4 numbers ($78 bones) on my first try! i thought it would have been more and for the rest of my shower yesterday you bet your ass i fantasized about a big ole bag of money.