yesterday was an interesting hair day. mark holmes looked at me long and hard cos he thought i was feist. we have the same tights (i got them first) hi feist!
man last nite i thought i was still 24 and then sighed really loudly and fil goes whats wrong and from the couch i went I MOMENTARILY THOUGHT I WAS STILL 24 SOB he goes yeah well sometimes i think im 32 or 30 then i was forced to compliment him and tell him he looked young meanwhile I was the depressed one
then i fell asleep with a drink in my hand and it spilled ALL OVER ME my hair underwear body bed pillow everywhere so i had to get my big towel and sleep on that.
how cosmic, i was just eyeing this up the other day. jamie was stephen sprouse’s assistant from 1987-2004 and if you haven’t been living beneath a rock for the past year then you’ll know sprouse is big again (not that he ever wasn’t). without the help of jamie this book could not have existed, the show itself, all of it. he’s too modest to toot his horn about it so i’ll do it for him. he’s quoted a bunch in this book (not enough i think). it was really interesting hearing behind the scenes gossip from him all along the way about the show (and now it’s headed to hong kong along with jamie). if you go through his blog archives you can find all his posts about it.
can you imagine being a part of this world?
what could it be?
ha ha.
frame.
cross-over.
adventureland.
that chick was a bitch IT WASN’T WHAT I EXPECTED IT WASN’T GOOD AT ALL OMG on her cell walking out of the theater.
dad do you want that?
i special ordered the new bat for lashes album from indigo (gift card) cos they didn’t have any copies in stock nor were expecting any. dudes get it together. oh and i bought a new dress for this sunday (guess where we’re going i’m so pumped!) and fil bought new pants and shorts. we’re trying to get him a new pair of trunks that don’t go down to his knees, any tips? an actual bathing suit store?
what were you doing when you were 19? this is what i was up to…
brad was in great form as per uje, i asked him where he got his jacket (a hooded leather jacket!) he goes uhm ah you know, LM, L&M, you know? no brad, i DON’T know.
when you see this face comin’ at you it’s time to go home and do it.
my aunt gave me a ton of handmade frames and a couple painted canvases. v old school.
time to get back on the paint gang.
have you had the philly cheese steak pizza from dominoes? they’re still making it, oh man, total weakness. in lieu of pizza sauce there’s a layer of provolone beneath the dough (magic) combined with the mozarella.
mmmmmm
my dad has had this guitar case for forever. the blue line is car decal tape he added to his old celica, i think? had some leftover to deck out this case too ha ha. pimp my ride much.
rocky looks grinchy but he so isn’t. he’s the sweetest little cat ever.
do you see one hot guy in there anywhere?
thanks! (also got a gift card)
i think i can only pull this off with my hair down and shitty.
i had this dry-cleaned (expensive as hell stupid silk) and the booze/whatever splatter didn’t even come out.
this was slightly annoying friday afternoon (super hot) having a gigantic furbag furnace insist upon sitting right against your bare leg when an already hot laptop is resting on you.
some of luke’s shots meh this post is garbage i’m trying to hurry it up so i can go over to lise‘s and watch grey gardens. perfect day for that sketch eh.
i am also sick. again. finally. i’ve been keeping it at bay (vitamins, eccinacea etc) all week long and it’s hit me now. i knew today would be a write-off in that regard so i made the best of last nite. fuck did i ever. it’s not a full blown flu-like thing as far as i can tell, i think it might have a lot to do with allergies, here’s hoping.
this spoke to me and it said, “raymi, take my picture.”
i had too many things goin’ on, phone, keys, purse, bike, pizza thing. you know how it is. or maybe you don’t and i feel sorry for you.
then i inhaled it.
meet bodhi.
wasn’t thinking. why didn’t i take these???? IDIOT. now i will never know the outcome of the game show mystery or what the sundae surprise was. a dog? a sundae?! boggled over here dudes.
ughhhhhhh i hate those guys so much.
we had momo’s (is that what it’s called?) yesterday and we did not likey and are currently embarking on an unsatisfying food tour of the city. no joiners please, it licks.
beautiful creature.
very cool in a what is going on kind of way. oh then we bumped into xenia on her bike. she was wearing a kerchief and cute vintage heels. v classy and arty and cute. after that we bumped into sharpie and angie at the lcbo so we pre-drank at their place while bodhi met pierre (audrey’s papillon so adorable and the only dog i know who puts on airs and makes me talk in the gayest voices possible when in close proximity of) and the family had their first drinks following a two week cleanse. those guys cleanse their balls off i dunno how they do it i am continually in awe. kenny was lurking about too hi kenny.
made our way to gibson and woodstock stir crazy allison hopped a train to meet us there. she brought me a shirt cos i said my outfit was stupid. i forgot it in my purse. i am not allowed to take credit for it so next time you see me in a grey off the shoulder with a ton of feathers print shirt, it’s not mine.
bedcave hunglor party right now of course it’s in order.
sorry can’t talk i am extremely busy placing two imaginary important phone calls.
oh whatever brad. fuck yourself.
i should have “accidentally” left with your sweater too.
luke (an aussie lad) was really into my gear. red plaid socks red pants, shoes that everyone down under takes the piss of, even babies wear ‘em. i say it takes brass ones to wear stupid plaid socks and any old guy can wear a plaid shirt right meanwhile it was a fucking sea of plaid rainbows (plaid rainbow is MY term btw when i was pretending to be kurt cobain/hole/L7 etc i decided that would be my band name, you read it here first) so then i jumped in on one and called them out but i was so loaded i could barely stand on one foot long enough to show my sock and my drink sloshed all over the floor. awesome. i think i did that at least fifty times in front of allison too.
look at my hair cloak. i should be paid to maintain that shit fuck it takes work. fil should be buying my conditioner, he’s the one insisting i keep it long yeah. i’d rather blow my brains out than sit down and add up my annual conditioner expense.
this couple would just not cut it out. when i pulled out the camera i had to beg them to go at it some more, then haitham’s brother-in-law (to be) made it even better.
the get-along-gang. hi wendi! that’s haitham beside me remember allison’s going away party post i said i had no idea to spell this guy’s name but he’s awesome all the same. well now i know how to spell it thanks to facebook. when is this post going to end i’m getting bedsores.
that’s luke. man, australian accents straight off the bat make someone seem way funnier than they are. lucky. not saying he isn’t funny i’m just saying i wish i talked like a kangaroo.
ewan and i go way back. shows eh?
girl can rock a heel.
finally everyone was kicked out (what event were we there for again? haha)(oh man i have more twilight bait but i’m not goin’ there cos it’s monumental so i’m zippin’ it if you need to know you can email me) and look it’s fil’s stress hand.
i could just not make jumping timed pics happen i think camera battery was a bit low. i just forgot what i was going to say, fil walked in the room and is now demanding attention. xoxox bye.
i will give you 100 dollars if you deliver me a breakfast burrito from sneaky dee’s, a mimosa, and then bathe me. it’s not a lot to ask really.
