we’re back now, had to, cid the fatty needs lots of food and attention constantly. it’s nice coming back saturday nite, way less emo cos you don’t wake up the following day on a monday. anyway, first off, here are some artfag shots i took using fil’s camera. he just left it layin’ there by the dock so i figured the best way to learn how to use it is to teach myself and not have him hovering like a dad trying to teach you how to drive. impossible.
the big-ass lens was on it too, you know the ones you see baseball photographers using, looks like a geeky nasa telescope? wicked heavy.
pretentious mistake. i dig.
this is in the boathouse of the cottage next door, fil’s childhood shared family cottage.
this picture likely already exists from years back.
of course.
really feeling that table top.
hahahaha so pretentious.
the boys put the dock in and had to go into town to get some tools, thus me alone with camera.
cousin sean’s dock.
hey loon.
ok i’ll chop these in half, next post, photos with my camera.
hi buddies.
oh and i banged my head pretty hard thursday nite. the guys were trying to creep me out by claiming they “saw something” move past the front window really quick, so i ran to the back and slammed the door as fast as possible not knowing you have to push with all your might to close that particular door until it catches with the deadbolt so it bounced back wicked fast as i was bending over recuperating from the hasty (saving our lives from a mysterious psycho killing bear person monster!) activity and knocked me on the top of my head, left side. it’s still pretty sore and i think attributed to some of my dizziness yesterday i had assumed was merely hangover and now thanks to billy mays’ bump on the noggin death, i fear my time’s gonna come like any second.
also, those motherfuckers saw nothing. blood on their hands now.
we all just spent way too long arguing over what toppings to get on two pizzas. one of us is a vegetarian. even whipped out a measuring tape. good thing fil got off the phone so we could sort it out. we are each getting our own pizzas and i can’t even remember what i requested on mine. the sun down by the water is amazing, getting some good work done on the tan front. no sunblock here so i just slapped on some warpaint.
this one’s for the hippies.
this one’s for the douchebags.
i jumped in the lake, the only one who has. i win. got immediately out afterward though. tons of pollen floating around the edges, gross. plus there are monsters down there. dead bodies of missing people never found, the lake is very deep and very cold down there, the bodies are entombed why am i talking about this right now?
see all the pollen, it’s yellow not dirt brown. annoying either way.
fil said i reminded him of sloane peterson. then i got all suspicious. moment ruined.
there’s no greater feeling than waving to someone on their speedboat from a dock and they wave back it’s like mutual givin’er vibes. well there are greater feelings but for that moment, it was the best one.
hey doods i’ll invade any one of your cottages anytime no problem you know how to reach me.
the boys aren’t getting fireworks. boo. sean is going to try and talk fil into it. maybe at least sparklers.
teeny crazy rain windstorm what lasted 3 minutes if that. we ate at the millpond aka the killpond cos some guy busted in and shot his entire family back in the 90s. fucked eh.
we’re all pretty hung and useless. after breakfast we went to this hippie flower shack and i looked in the gift shop, sleuthing out some wacky finds.
hahah right.
nice.
kinda really wanted this (in different colour) but think i’ll wait til my hair turns white and i go completely squirly.
regret not buying it. the lady said she’s gonna get more, this was a kid’s medium, wicked small.
for the bathroom.
i want to propriate a crazy lady store one day too. it is my destiny.
score! finally some moccs.
time for a light beer and some dock action. xoxo.
windchimes are for people too stupid to know the wind is blowing.
in the bathroom stall at the killpond, look how many tickets were ripped off and there were two sheets. not good.
MJ rainbow. what a day huh? seeing footage of him as a kid is what’s making me feel most bummed, singin’ jams like abc and whatnot. we’re listening to the thriller album right now.
here’s an oldie mj vid of me being a deaner in the car. one star brilliant. this is from back when my trolls were trollin’ pretty hard.
on with the show as they say. this old man butted in front of us and the lady in this shot said TELL HIM he doesn’t know what he did all in charge and shit. awesome. so i did and he said well i thought you were takin’ pictures (not in line) i said same thing. nice try old man.
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
made it just in time for the last of light. fil got a speeding ticket mere moments from getting here ugh brutal. the guy was nice and dropped it. we were going 115 in an 80.
someone insisted we wear our wolf shirts.
love this place.
shoulda got a picture before i trashed it.
we felt the lake water and it’s sooooooo warm.
bye for now, drinking work to do.
think we’re gonna get fireworks tomorrow. i wish we did when in town but dad said no.
poplars right? we had these in my backyard as a kid, so sweet hangin’ out drawing lewd cartoons with my friends getting snowed on in the hot sun. til the trees were cut down. that sucked.
it snows in summer in canada.
not as much as this though. crazy.
yuula and i go way back to when i was 19 and she was 20. had my first (legendary) mushroom experience with her one halloween party eve. we love this story.
fil how buzzed were you by this point? be honest.
one piece got in my drink when i took it back in for dinner and i was dumbfounded by however could a piece of cotton get in there. smrt.
can you imagine living in a school? can you imagine living in a studio in a school? can you imagine that school being filled with old white eccentric women like the wickerman and one gay nudist dude living there too with a few other dudes. can you imagine this on the island? well, imagine it.
some of yuula’s art revolves around stick fetishes.
also, if you google ‘yoko ono touch me‘ you will see yuula’s cast body parts. people think it’s yoko’s body, but it’s not. check her flickr.
sarah was working on a stop motion animation charcoal drawing and she is quite a talent.
the room we’re considering subletting is the kindergarden room, so spacious and it has a teeny toilet at kindergarden height. painted duck duck goose story circle on the floor, teacher’s desk room. so wicked.
no need to redecorate everything hangin’ up from the good old days is still hip.
plus hipster hippie art is spread throughout the building fuck why am i giving this sanctuary away?
you have to apply to get in and you have to actually work while there, you tell them your arty proposal and they mull over whether or not you suck. basically what i’m doing already is fine enough, painting, writing, being insane. check.
this could be your summer. island people are loving the ferry strike right about now. they’re very nosy about why you’re there.
went in for a dip, pure cold. got there too late the sun left the beach.
logjammin’
after the beach dale let us see his studio. fantastic.
one of his views.
sigh.
freaks just melt my black heart.
not at all phased there are some cat fans on the scene.
fil is so blasted and he hid it well.
fil said the school living thing was very much like a hostel.
you are not allowed to see what’s inside. i dunno why though, it’s pretty funny and cute.
made a very nice pasta sausage veggie dinner with coconut milk and an indian spice i forget. it was brilliant.
awwwwwwww
yesterday’s hair day did not rule.
fil accused the girls of watering down their gin cos there were frozen bits. yuula said no it was just in a deep freeze for ages.
mmmm ok round 2 later on we’re goin’ up north today! right now! must shower!
guess who went to the island yesterday despite the ferry strike, that’s right, not you. it’s snowing cotton trees over there right now, so beautiful and whimsical and magical. we had a gay old time at yuula‘s. we’re thinking of subletting a studio for a month and a half over renting a b&b for a weekend on the island. what to do what to do.
be back in two hairs of a tit with more.
just got a recycling bin delivered by the super’s wife and she was very pumped by how pumped i was over it. cute moment.
so i just go down to do some laundry and this lady i’ve never seen before is down there with 3 machines going, i chirp hello in my regular breezy way, i give people 100% to start off with (an old teacher told my class this once, we all start with a clean slate and the rest of the year is up to us to keep it up, wicked profound eh) and everything they do wrong following the initial greeting is a strike against them. so i walk past the three washers and she huffs ACTUALLY huffs like an angry cat as if i had ruined the equilibrium of her laundry route from washer to dryer. strike one. then i exclaim it’s so hot. she goes well is it cool in your apartment? yes i say. what the fuck does that have to do with the hot laundry room i haven’t a clue. i ask is yours? thinking maybe her a/c is bunk. nope it’s fine. so not letting it go i say well i mean in here…and she cuts me off and says it is more important to keep people cool in their apartments. jesus fuck OK martyr of the old people brigade. yeah i chuckle and commence stuffing all my shit into a machine. she looks down at my stocked to the tits washer and exclaims in TEACHER VOICE that’s a lot of clothes are you suuure it will all get clean?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
flabbergasted i said yeah i hear they work better the more full they are.
but i didn’t follow it up with AND IT’S BETTER FOR THE ENVIRONMENT UNLIKE UNNECESSARILY USING THREE MACHINES AT ONCE.
so steamed. YES i know how to fucking do laundry i don’t prescribe to the old world separate all colours from whites mentality, i have never ruined any clothes. no wait i have no idea what i’m doing please do my laundry for me don’t forget to fold it too. am i your fucking child? fuck off lady!
how dare you use that tone with me. that would be like pointing out someone’s food in line at the supermarket are you sure you want to buy that, it’s pretty fattening. totally rude and intrusive.
i am kicking myself for not giving more ‘tude. i’m in constant shock and awe at the snippy things biddies say to me in the fucking laundry room or anywhere else in this fucking building for that matter. regardless of how nice i am to them. if it’s passive aggression they want FINE then lets go.
ps. her 100% plummeted to 0%
i have some more annoying anecdotes regarding our weird neighbours and laundry sheets but that will have to wait for another time i want to focus all anger onto this new bitch for now.
i quote endquote play the game, you know, why the shit don’t other people get that? is it a fun thing being perceived as giant cunts? please explain.
ungh just went to put clothes in the dryer and she took my favourite one.
not feeling this dress much til i spied a photo of a similar one on the internets and it gave me the idea to just hike it up over my tits in the front to kinda restyle it from its former potato sack-self. i feel like i am being smothered in it.
slept in today. was supposed to have my iud swap this morning but my menses has not arrived yet (scheduled appt too soon)(it’s easier to do it then cos the cervix is opened more?) so it will be postponed til that happens. last week when there for my swab (sick word) i overheard a girl screaming her guts out next door to my room it was horrifying and hasn’t left me since, that as well as recalling how totally painful the experience is i am relieved to have another day or so before having the procedure done. way too much TMI sorry. i want fil to come with me so he can witness the suffering for himself. i think all men should accompany their woman for at least one gyno appointment in their lifetime. fil said he’d be wanting to spectate from the perspective of the doctor. um no, you are there for support which entails holding my hand and watching me scream and cry, how is it to be a comfort when you are rubber-necking down there? anyway, so i slept in because at 5 i woke up with anxiety over having to call early enough to reschedule and didn’t sleep a wink til near 9. brutal.
goodbye books, have a nice life with your new owner.
sickitating.
final product. saved you from the up close macro fat pictures.
this batch by far above and beyond is way more baconier than the tbay one we made. insane.
butter chicken dinner.
this would be a good emoraymi thumbnail. i still plan to paint my face like the crow for a background design.
underwear flash unintentional, was trying to get my hands in my pockets but couldn’t find them and do you think fil would tell me my bottoms were showing? and no i am not this tanned in real life, the flash of my camera does it all the time. even when i’m down to barely a base tan i look like i just got back from cancun. not a bad feature as i know some people photoshop themselves to be more tanned in their pictures ha ha.
though i do have a pretty good tan right now.
cid is happy i am home.
we watched friday the 13th last nite, a remake. lots of tits lots of gore lots of bad dialogue and shitty acting. great summer scary film all the same. the ending will make you roll your eyes right out of your head.
