canvas my aunt stretched and painted herself, so i guess this could be considered a collaboration of sorts.
then i went to the bathroom to put on a necklace and part of the chain came off and fell down my shirt and i couldn’t find it. it was not a fun moment. repeating the phrase don’t be upset by things that upset you a bipolarism that came to me out of the ether i was repeating it to remember to put it in my raymisemo twitter feed and then the chain came apart and i was like, wow irony, i am upset right now by this. hahah.
and then i was upset by this. over-thought it way too hard and all six of my sharpies were dying on me. holy fuck simplest idea/task ever made to be wickedly complicated.
tried to capture it as pretentiously as possible, forgot to turn off flash, this was the only picture where other junk on the wall didn’t creep in.
will probably just leave it as is so my successful failure can stare me in the face for years to come until some rich art enthusiast decides they cannot live without it.
gotta sign it now it’s official this shit stack was made by me. what to paint the letters, rainbow or red? ugh. should i breathe yes or no, left or right, sit or stand? yoko ono will know what to do.
thanks for nothing.
should probably recycle them. do you throw all sorts of things into your bin not sure if it’s the right thing to do? like makeup pots, razors, mascara tubes? i do.
picture of the artist.
not right now i am jumping.
holy it’s friday and 3.33pm bye now. oh i just noticed my blog time is an hour behind. must contact the nerdery.
uhhhhm i mean i like you but, i am already seeing someone.
cid is a pervert. took it to an all new level yesterday. oh and i have two shirts in this green, i know i posted some cid smothering me photos in the other shirt that looks like this one a little while ago. basically, i am tidy clean and not at all a slob.
i didn’t even know it was in there til i finally looked down from LOLing at the internetz.
thanks for droppin’ in on the funny farm, we’re here all week.
you are the gayest cat evar.
our building has a private garbage collection contract so we are not really affected by the strike. only when walking around the city and holy what a disgusting mess it is. we saw a truck drive passed us on spadina and i said it better not go by city hall, lest a bunch of whiny canadians jump on waving fists and holding signs. it got one laugh out of fil. success.
dinner at supermarket.
that guy behind me sure liked talking. i think they were on a date. the girl said a non-endearing pretentious thing, something to the tune of “it percolated in my head.” really now. percolated? that word’s in your vocabulary? do you have a coffee fetish? my neck was sore from i dunno what, giving me a slight headache so their chatter was annoying and fil wouldn’t switch spots with me because he is a gentleman like that, though i was liking my view of the corner, very non-committal having your back to the patio. it felt safe. i am a wiener. the waitress had an amazing hairdo it made me feel plain.
Grilled chimichurri calamari with balsamic reduction & olive oil $8.95 still number one fave. could eat ten of these no problem.
Thai green mango salad with tiger shrimp, Thai basil and cilantro (asked for no cilantro as fil is a baby, does not like it. or capers.) tossed with a chili vinaigrette $8.95 amazing amazing, second time now i said i’m going to rip this off at home. now it must be done.
Grilled jerk pork with mixed greens and a spicy scotch bonnet pepper dip $10.95 by this point we were stuffed, and from so little food. eating slower and tinier portions spread out does in fact fill you up, good diet tip. we powered through this and took the thai basil chicken to go cos we were late meeting holly and the gang (told you she is in love with me).
it just gets more and more sad. the crazy media frenzy and what will definitely be a circus gong show of a public viewing. ridiculous. let the man be.
it was nice that holly noticed our server from indoors being a witch without me even having to mention it. she had bitch tough mouth holly said. puckered perma-frown scowl. ew.
good funny times that there was. this week has done a number on me, i need a break. hanging up my party hat tonite.
do you want to be in a band with me? get at me: raymitheminx@gmail.com
i get to be singer dancer entertainer (i won’t steal all the thunder though, i can share). i can play the claves pretty well and the tambourine too. i am one million per cent serious. come on lets get famous together. we will be a cross between the YYYs with a sprinkling of emo plus whimsical hippie folk and dirty rock.
excuse me did i say you could take my picture aside from outright demanding it. way natural.
yeah peace canada what? sure. if it never snowed here i would never have to wear pants.
very into this truck. have multiple pictures of it during light as it progressively became dark and the security guy guarding the fence humoured me very much about it, even giving me tips on when there would be a stop in people walking flow. it’s fun when you know people think you are insane for taking pictures of things they wouldn’t expect at that certain moment in time. i know i’ve mentioned this before. still amuses me.
nice guitar.
free show, multiple acts, lucky crowd.
check that woman taking a photo of a doll. who are they, me? is that a beatle doll?
i had no idea what shirt fil was wearing yesterday as he left before noon and my eyes were squinted shut though it’s kinda funny as i was up and about talking to him yet totally spaced on his shirt that you kinda can’t miss. i figured he’d have worn this particular one anyway, being canada day and all. he said it wasn’t intentional and he didn’t clue into canada day until around 6 o’clock when i mentioned it.
the bbq chicken was phenom.
the sun came and went and the rain held off until the very very end when the carnies were packing up. great success.
that’s holly mcnarland fellating a hot dog. she is in love with me now. her kids rule.
so bizarre to me that kid’s cartoons feature goths like it ain’t no thing, completely normal. i think that’s a good thing.
andre the bus master and tina’s son, kirby the dog. trying to decide who i like more.
bein’ spoiled over here.
i count at least 3 stink-eyes. when enlarged, loads more. some are smiling at me though, the smart ones. probably thought i was some country slut groupie, or wife.
oh laila, so cute and bitchy and wonderful.
you kinda stand out.
kat von d did this, the entire band of emerson drive actually.
nice.
then we broke out the zeppelin.
gotta say, fun day, totally the opposite of uptight.
this was gonna be a short one picture post but then i just kept clicking through more and more photos and ugh look at the time. procrastinating is a huge part of my existence. i’m laggin’ on getting out the door right now partly cos i know it’s supposed to dump rain at some point so that somehow justifies toolin’ around makin’ up excuses? fil is patiently awaiting my arrival at a country music festival right now he’s shooting for gibson. it ends at 8, started at 12. yeah i’m an asshole so this has to be a quickie. omg this shirt i’m wearing is so tight i will probably get an anxiety attack from it. it’s like wearing the shirt of an ant.
mimosa makeup jammin’
have a little red umbrella in my purse. so goofy. red is my favourite colour, can’t wait for the goony comments haw-haw you wore red, red = canada day doye doye duhhhh oh really you noticed that didja? fuckin’ swift there mate aren’tya. i also like how the city worker strike has exposed how stupid and childish en masse everyone is – the sort who rely on the free fireworks display to celebrate a national holiday also the same types who flock to nathan phillips square for NYE and so on, all whining about what they’re gonna do now oh fuck off buy your own damn fireworks and set them off in any park anywhere. where did your ability for independent thought go? is that one of the first things you lose when you have children? try being original you stupid shit cheapskates.
experienced a momentary fleeting desire to dye hair today. must keep at the natural.
