do you think i blended in well enough?

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.

canuck tower.

was going to wear this last nite. wimped out.

made chili 2 cheese dip last nite. so so so good.

k later dewds.

you may enjoy this one more, or less. takin’ on beyonce. nice camera work britt.

tried to find the napoleon dynamite dance on youtube and all they have are cheesy reenactments.

i may or may not crash into the flat screen around 2.20

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

• michael jackson

totally lazy sunday by the time we got off the highway we were falling asleep so had to get some coffee before dinner. we are not caffeine later in the day types at all. i pulled up my socks for sophie (some animals don’t like touching bare skin) and appear to look like i am wearing retention socks.

this dress has brought me oodles of guilt. oodles of never wearing it guilt, so i decided to do something about it then instantly regretted it upon looking at photos of me wearing it long. i think it was just a bad day, a fat water retaining pig day.

i am also way too flat for the bust of it, someone hugely stacked must have owned it. i took it in some more at the waist also. coincidentally keira emailed me yesterday Do you have any tried and true tips for cutting off jeans into jean shorts? and my response i just sent was this:

put on the jeans

stare at ass in mirror

with finger draw imaginary line at where feel comfortable cutting ie how much thigh/ass you wanna show

memorize the line

take off, lie them on bed

if u forget where the line is draw a tiny tick with ink slightly lower than where u initially chose in case u wimp out on how short u made them – u can always repeat cutting a hair shorter if need be

then cut away

if you want the instant frayed look then just tug at the dangling strands but everyone knows once theyre washed and dried that’s how u get the frays

her reply was already done i was in a hurry. good work too. i forgot to mention some people want extra length so they can have a slutty fold with frays. ok moving on.

it’ll grow on me when i go back to feeling skinny again.

sophie was lookin’ like that sassy little french cat from labyrinth.

zzzz.

i need to buy a lint brush for my purse.

mom’s home!

crazy storm out of nowhere on the ride back, storming during the sunset. i like how we just cannot get over sun showers, it makes us temporarily brain damaged or something, we all remark upon it. it’s not like an eclipse guys, relax. i think mostly it’s just the beauty that stops us in our tracks and even the most hardened of persons cannot deny the special thing they have witnessed.

lots of rainbows these days.

i like earth reminders, specifically planet reminders. i can see the land and the clouds and the sky and sun beyond it here. there is more to this than just us. can you tell i’m reading miranda july right now hahaha.

here i am considering how deep it all is.

take a hike eh. this was yesterday. notice how my tan brings out my upper thigh stretchmarks (from adolescent growth spirt). lovely. the only place on my body where they are. no wait not true there’s some rockin’ out on my love handles too. not very noticeable, only so when i tan. which is constantly so i guess i’m makin’ no sense here.

ugh cid.

added some bacon vodka to our jerk dinner of whatever was left over in the fridge unspoiled. the burnt parts on the veggies is called “the fond” ask fil about it zzzz. kidding.

you can tell the days i don’t shower cos makeup looks fucked.

grease attack, bangs would you just grow already.

same kerouac postcard i gave my papa. i had never seen that photo before.

see how tiny this thing is!

you still need to come over and see with your own eyes you will not believe it.

this was in the mailbox when we got home from the cottage.

omg.

i will just share this email with you to explain it.

dear kirsty

basically thanks kirsty!

Toronto party events

turn it up. so not even sick of this joy division cover yet.

why isn’t there a save button in the edit section for switching my video thumbnail? how can one go in to “edit” when there is no means of saving the changes? rtr’d.

being home blows, i am terribly morose over it and also on my period. fun everything. sigh.

closin’ up shop one last read on the deck. actually first read on the deck as it only gets sun in the morning time and guess which princess be sleepin’ ’round then why am i talking like a rapper now? hangin’ out with the skids has changed my vocab delivery some. guess it’s trying to acclimate back to its former garbage pile self.

i do not drink steamwhistle unless i am at steamwhistle and there is nothing else to drink. therefore, these soldiers, not mine. i may be a pisstank, but not a beer pisstank.

the soles are for indoors. FT! wearin’ ‘em out try and stop me.

i could just cry.

where most of the magic happens.

my pizza with ground beef what tastes like hamburger helper, spinach and tomato i give it a B solid, no plus no minus. the guys both got salty olives on their pizzas, ruins everything. olives are meant for martinis only. also, i do not understand this whole pineapple shit. do not get me started on pineapple, woh-no what are you a fucking luau? NO. you are a pizza. act like one.

almost bites it. who knew that chair tilted back so much.

two rounds of over-tired somewhat blasted clue and we felt like geniuses. sean called out the name of one of the cards i had to show him. also the english sheets were all used up so the game was extra slow cos we were working from the french side, holy sal de bal thought i was on my way to the ugh forget it can’t finish this joke.

we also played scrabble and couldn’t finish on account of total collective stupidity and because fil secretly bought little fireworks that morning and it was after 3am i didn’t understand why he kept saying we had to go down to the lake one more time before bed, i don’t think i understood anything by that point actually and i didn’t grab my camera either way to go guys. but thank you for the surprise, dinky.

blew out some brain cells. i was actually in the lead for the duration but then i challenged fil on “ho” thinking it wouldn’t be in a dictionary from 1920-something. it was. challenging in scrabble gets pretty heated.

next day water way warmer, no wind so no choppy, pure fantasy.

the raft was put in not the dock, the dock was there to begin with thanks dr.correctlor buzzkill extreme aka px.

fil and sean as hot chicks. everyone dressed up in nanny’s tickle trunk costumes as kids, and adults too, lots of wigs and masks in there. i’ve a nutso post from a few years back from a very fun weekend of costumes and tomato fights in the kitchen and jager and…i’ll just have to dig ‘em up.

me wearing the same slip as fil in 2005.

i want this quilt badly.

if you let your eyes glaze over slightly they kinda look like swastikas.

DOOOGE! that’s the sound of me blowing my head off with my finger gun.

sean’s whimsical toothpaste from ireland (his wife emm spends a lot of time there, they are gaga for her in ireland) fil and i both secretly tried it. it is hot pink and reminscent of pepto bismol, not really, only cos of the pink. fun times.

last 20 emo mins to myself the guys went to the dump and saw two bears, didn’t bring cameras.

sentimental over these flowers next door.

saying goodbye to the lake is the worst that’s when you know you are really leaving and you picture over 2 hours in the car totally exhausted and no i do not want to talk about it even though i just did.

here’s a bit of coincidence for you, or fate, or whatever hippie word you feel like using, cosmic perhaps. so while kid fil was fartin’ around at his cottage all those years back, 9 years his junior and right around the corner every summer at the homestead cottages there i was partying away with my family, seriously so close to his less than 5 minutes. can you imagine if we met, wouldn’t have worked out ha ha. i read in one of fil’s kindergarden reports by a teacher that he was moody and only happy when things were going his way. hole in one pretty much.

UPDATE: here is the post from the legendary september 2005 weekend. i was even asked to remove some photos from it back then ha and THIS POST will tell you all about it. a lot of things become my fault when fil is wasted on jager. i’m glad this post exists as evidence of it. oh here‘s another photo post. fk’n sean actually poured champagne through that strainer on my head.

that’s all for now holy hell the sky is so dark and i just heard some killer thunder time for some metallica and now it is pissing rain. EMOOOOOOO rainmi.

i will be adding some more photos to this post so come back if you have nothing better to do during your twenty-odd internet website shuffling OCD sprees, we all do it.