samir’s eyes upon seeing stefan turn all david bowie and the first shot is ruined.
wait wait one more time please.
hey dudefaces i am compiling a list of the top ten toronto bloggers, i need to know who you guys are (Toronto only sorry) so do me a favour and drop your link in my comments of this post please if you are a TORONTO blogger and you think you rank in the top ten range (whatever that means) or think maybe you will or SHOULD. i’ll tell you why later, trying to get a community of sorts goin’ here and yes there is money in it for you so don’t be shy. (if you also wanted to email me privately your stats that’s cool too raymitheminx@gmail.com)
whimsy nerd tote. it’s actually a very very very pale blue.
fil got new socks and lined them up like the blair witch project on my pillow wtf? or like a cat presenting a dead bird. am i your owner fil?
THRILLSVILLE!
Hey Miss!
This is your anxiety friend writing. I hope you are doing well, and the soon to be springtime is making things all the better.
I had to write you because I had a fucked up dream that you appeared in last night that I am still laughing about…
(side note for this story for it to make sense, here is some background info: I worked at a weightloss camp for overweight teens one summer. I was writing one of my campers an email last night before bed, and also read your blog before logging off)
And here is the dream!
I am back at fatcamp, and someone put roofies in all the fatcamper’s water bottles. Then, said person put rats in everyone’s bed. Said person then blogged about it and it was YOU!
three bags for charity ahhhh ps. steph, dad loved the lennon bag.
look what i coloured when i was a little shit kid with too much time on my loner hands i mean in-between macking dudes and takin’ names. i even added my own flowers to that one butterfly in the center cos apparently there just weren’t enough things to colour in/please me/hold my attention?
i have no idea why my camera orders my pictures like this i’m just goin’ with it alright as a gentle fine then fuck you.
i do not recall attaching that beauty and the beast chick but i imagine that i probably did, here have some flare nana maybe i will be an interior designer some day? they tried to give it back to me too wtf?
uh yeah then i went to go sit in the car back in toronto?
hi again still here.
i pretty much still write like this.
i forget the name of this thing but my nana wants to get rid of it (bothers her breathing?) my uncle bought it in a crazy and then left it at nana&papa’s v responsbile there guy. i say have it for lunch today or give it back to a pet store?
petey?
ok i think i know what to get you for mother’s day.
maybe a cd player too.
hi papa.
can’t wait til i’m boring and squirly enough to have seasonally-themed house embellishments. can’t you fil!?
nana is a lady, don’t you cross her. i like to get my digs in when i can though.
the painting by fil’s elbow is supposed to be of my nana reading to me when i was a kid (and had blond hair)(except i was a sloppy greasy tomboy turd) and the only granddaughter at the time. yesterday i was helpful in showing nana which possible colours would go nicely in the sitting/dining room i was very business, fil silently smirked, as did my mom. JEALOUS.
i remember when this collection spread like wildfire, everyone knew what to get for christmas and birthday presents.
see? retarded.
yep, i can see myself getting into this queeny-shit pretty easily. i even bought expensive old lady eye bag cream on my saturday shopper’s trip and i wore my hippie clog slippers out in public again yesterday. dudes colour me given up. (only i am allowed to say it though because fil tried it out on me it caused my mouth to open SO incredibly far and my gasp blasted out a window)
haha my ghetto snack creations. prosciutto-wrapped wheat goldfish, kinda pointless like salt on salt explosion. the garlic/rosemary croutons on the other hand, man, deadly.
our empties from the other day (hush it’s from the last month+) and i show you this because it’s a recessessessession right now and normally we just stack ‘em outside for the hobos but then i thought hey guy there’s at least 5 bones here we should start collecting on our bottle deposits. other obvious money-saving ideas can be found at screwyourecession.ca it’s virgin’s new thing-thang (they also have a twitter) sort of a helpful little web-pocket of articles highlighting shit one can do to save a few coins here and there.
hi friends lets rent singles and wear doc martens.
can you guess who i’ll be gifting this to?
i’ll miss this whimsical little set-up.
scored many a loot i did thank you steph. i have been purging my own wardrobe all morning long. feels great to finally FINALLY let go of some crappy shirt you’ve been holding on to forever just because you looked good in it once, or it looked good, you wore it on a special occasion etc. fil is sad i’m donating this one black shirt i wore on our first date to a shaw play, no wait i hung it back up even though it’s super dumpy on me. i wore it tucked in with a black tie, high chunky boot heels, and a studded belt he still has a sentimental boner for that outfit. he asked me to recreate it. yeah maybe next time i hang out with avril lavigne i will.
how did this get in here?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
this was a fun grocery store outfit especially the static-cling and when fil pulled it up and stuffed the back into my shorts in front of a scowly old lady hahaha.
honey this steak needs more racist peppercorn sauce please.
ok round two clothes purge begins now. have a great day!
oh look here’s a nice email i received:
subject: gay
your blog is legit embarassing, no one cares what you do! no one gives a shit if you go out for a ten dollar dinner or go to a “cool” trendy bar because you just sit there with your loser friends ahhahahhaha you should never post another blog because this is an embaraasment hahahahahahahahhahahahahaha your softer than melting snow
welcome to whimsical cupcake magic pony art adorable land. my friend lise is a fierce collector of all sorts of goodies.
and that’s tania, she’s the enchanting artist behind those cute owl/squirrel creatures and mushrooms at magic pony that i have photographed 50leven times. as well as this and this and this. what an honour to stare at her for part of the afternoon.
we got to watch lise unpack all her little charms.
i remember this guy, he was in a case before.
cute cute everywhere everything cute. AND! she’s just moved right around the corner from us. pumped.
ORLY. ok sorry.
w/ jacket chair styled.
w/o.
mine now. tania banished it from lise’s premises. i’ve had my eye on it for years anyway so win-win.
she will love this one. why are so many toronto apartment bathrooms decked out with pink fixtures?
these are great. there’s a clear convexed plastic protrusion on each so the black silhouettes pop out.
lise made these pillows. hey are you still working on that quilt?
very nice to look at whilst conversatin’ and trying to wrap your head around it. lise’s friend made this as well as the other red piece in the kitchenette area.
cruisin’ for a snoozin’ after that peanut butter lick-a-thon. i was quite impressed by that purple toy. you can put anything you want in it for your little guy to go to town on, no mess either no way they want to miss even one drop.
golden sparkles on the elevators i will better capture next time.
time for whole foods. oh man, what a scene, ridiculous and alluring, irritating and passive. freaks, rich nobodies, cougs. awesome.
oh yeah and i’m winning! two weeks this sunday happy face sticker will have successfully survived the wrath of the oldies.
