yesterday’s outfit was brought to you by WASN’T THINKING. feh. i had those tights BEFORE feist and i would give them up in a heartbeat for five solid minutes of forced eye contact with her while she sings me a song. side note: yet another “article” about hipsters (and they’re talking about me in the comments hahahahahhahahaha) has been scribed and everyone is bashing the shit out of it/them (seriously who cares?) but anyway here is a joke my intelligent bipolar brain just invented: Q: what does a hipster fear most? A: eye contact.
ponytail day two sans shower, new skid on the block.
my infinitieth grey cardigan. the reason this is a bonehead outfit is because it’s a tight highwaisted skirt that rests on my torso exactly where the tights hike up to and then we are left with sausage stomach, even if you look skinny you do not feel it. oh my god how interesting is my body dysmorphia right now you guys!!!?
ok one more to showcase my tiny ponytail head.
then to kilgour’s to pre-eat/drink with just a couple of regular guys. also kz was there hiding up against the wall.
then to tranzac (hilar hilar place every single funny joke i have about tranzac is canceling each another out TOO MUCH, love/hate/love/hate/hate that place) to see human highway which kind of put me to sleep but the music is very nice, the magic opened for them with a very spiral beachy thing going on, very much liked them but we weren’t ripped enough to dance. during human highway the room was silent, way to go toronto you never fail to unimpress with your stoic pretentiousness. i am glad i clapped at the wrong time at the part of the what i thought was finally the end of a song, too many annoying pretentious silences in your songs equals ME CLAPPING COS I THINK IT’S OVER AND IT SHOULD BE.
this is alicia and i on the phone, what are you wearing tonite? NO IDEA. ok me i’m going for trying but not trying and i didn’t shower.
look at my wrinkled skirt what a winner ahh.
steve’s in town from skid bay, he is a v old time friend of fil’s (also had long hair back then hahaha), do you have a friend who would fly in specially for your birthday? i don’t. fuck i hate myself now thanks steve.
alicia is poo pooing my tights? my knees? my AWESOME more like.
i know you love this pose, and that chick to the left with arms crossed TALKED A LOT AND LOUDLY and yet somehow we were more annoying? sorry not buying it. wait til you see a picture of what her friend was wearing. last nite i learned that i officially hate young people, yes, a milestone has passed.
thanks for the beads jolisha.
oh right a band was playing.
guy on the far left was my favourite cos he looks like my dad when dad played bass in his high school band SWEED. they wanted to be called WEED but couldn’t cos they exclusively played churches and schools. HAHA. i’ll dig up those pics again soon if you remind me to.
ok SEE that nightgown back there. go ahead, defend it, you have one chance. also there was a girl in an AA rainbow striped tank thing with a belt and fake spectacles, i rolled my eyes so much last nite i almost set off the fire alarm.
singer/keys guys is so tiny and lovely and has a phenom voice.
birthday tradition, i brought fil to the green room four years ago today for his first time, what a classy benefactor i am right? (before that we saw emily haines at church of the redeemer and fell asleep in the pew during it) for the smart people reading/looking at photographs, his fingers represent his new age.
steve (snow hair) was there for it too, ok i will get the post and link it and you can see how bad my hair was and chunky i was getting.
we did not tip our waitress last nite because she lied about me placing an order for nachos, i specifically said muchos nachos and pointed at the menu, so we waited half an hour (normally they show within what, 5 minutes?) so steve goes and says did my friend order and she says no she didn’t. LIAR. nachos were my ulterior motive for goin’ there in the first place cos we were all cocked enough. NO TIP FOR YOU if you would have just admitted to forgetting to place the order you would have been tipped, easy. (if you give me grief about this i will shut you down, we are always ALWAYS gracious tippers so shut it).
another important and totally interesting fact: we bring in this mat during winter. i must be drunk still.
fil reveals his new specs that I CHOSE.
solar power up, i am insecure over whether he really likes it or not, i think he is just pretending and until he writes a sonnet about his solar powered mason jar light i will not believe him.
this chick is a fuckin’ relic man, i’ve had her since i was 4? she was barbie’s ginger beach party fun-lovin’ friend, forget the name unfortunately. she was into american apparel before you were check the gold lam-ay hot pants.
uhhhm, this one didn’t make it.
or that one. sniff. ha kidding i stopped watering those twinks long ago we just keep ‘em around for sentimental purposes and for the birds and squirrel which i have finally STOPPED feeding thanks to matt’s rat paranoia lecture. thank you matt for starving my only (squirrel) friend to death. steph it’s up to you to save me from horticultural failure, keep ferny strong please!
this is molding nicely into the balcony wood. i stopped myself short of taking a photo of the tiger rug that i pitched out there a long time ago not one of you skids claimed, it makes me sad to look at it which is better than when it used to scare me cos it was hung over a chair with its face staring into the apartment at me through the window and when i would watch tv at nite sometimes the eyes would reflect light and my heart would skip a beat. i think the squirrel has since been storing garbage beneath it.
alright so now you know and your life is all the better for it.
i got him a solar powered mason hippie jar (it was not cheap) as well as a gift certificate for noah’s (hippie new age store i never tire of rippin’ on)(more on that to come) as well as quantum of solace for wii which he has already beaten in easy mode and yesterday i made him try on a sweater vest with his eyes closed then forced him to open his eyes to look at it in the mirror cos i’m a spazz so there is just ONE gift left to open but that has to wait for christmas so i pretty much blew it and i have to buy more shit because i force presents too early and fil is a birthday stickler. the vest was supposed to be an xmas gift but he needed to try it on in case they ran out of the right size yes you care. i have to deal with this every year so i’m sharing the burden i mean, privilege.
k just a quick post for now til i go through a mountain of emails, i love you fil even though you keep getting older and older and you boss me around DON’T EVER LEAVE ME! have a nice day, see you tonite xoxo.
we went to gibson yesterday to look at the brand new dark fire guitar, i missed the performances and speeches though but oh look fil‘s photo is published in this article about it, hover over the pic. go dinky. (ps. it’s his bday tomorrow!)
is it too much to ask you to pretend to look like you are dancing with me for a photo?
excuse me while i go gay for a second here (from now on i will say rogue instead of gay, consider that the last G word on this website)(hopefully) anyway, i was prepared to be crabby last nite but my friends totally turned that around aw. thanks guys, your company made me (happy) look super young in this picture.
i was trying to get cleavage over there, give peace a chance will suffice i suppose, i tried aj.
i like this one because i look important.
oh man i just remembered those drinks: fireball, absolut, cran and tabasco i made sure i only had one even though they were laid out free all nite long.
thank you claire for saying this drink looks like a hangover she single-handedly saved my brains with that one-liner.
LOVE this dude and everything he embodies, he is like what toronto’s kid rock WISHES he could and should be doing.
hated my outfit then realised it was my hair that ruined it, long hair and a huge shirt just doesn’t work, i hated it so strong i was this close to bailing (my middle name) on tonite. tomorrow is going to be a stressful day and i thought i should just sit here alone on the couch and soberly obsess about it? yeah smart move tardbreath. i’m so tired i just made myself a single shot of espresso (watered down to two) and i never have caffeine at nite. i either just bought fil the most fantastic christmas gift ever or the worst, his birthday isn’t even here yet i am so stressed next year i am giving him his birthday present in like august so i don’t have to drop a ton of money all at once. i picked up his last birthday gift this afternoon on my way to sushi with my cousin, you know there is yet another fuckin’ sushi place on bloor now? it’s the old las iguanas, weird. you get 15% off your bill for its grand opening. i had the sashimi and it was TERRIBLE.
i enjoyed the fake little bonsai tree that i accidentally broke a part off of though.
ugh. the tempura was fine, but how can you fuck that up? can’t.
the remark that chick made last nite on the survivor finale to sugar (re: anti-depressants, dead dad, crying etc) was positively disgusting and i am glad probst called her out on it, not glad she just smiled and waved. if i ever see this chick in real life i will stomp on her with high heels.
this big guy belonged to steph and she passed it on to me cos it looked like she was wearing a neckbrace when she wore it. i felt like the universe was staring into my soul yesterday and kept laughing at myself and of course looked crazier, it made my head look really tiny at least, bonus? matt met up with us to get his ipod he forgot at our place last week and i said we have to get out of here my scarf is too big for this book store.
i NEED a necklace tree.
family presents.
clutter gone!
he’s still around though.
good morning heartache. it is so totally hair wash day. i want to cut it fil says no.
so i guess this is the bun scarf, necessary for when i do bun head to protect my ears cos a hat just looks super stupid over a bun.
birthday week has officially begun and oh what a week it is.
before all that i spent my hangover takin’ care of some biz.
an aft of “work”
and much needed sustenance.
you’re welcome nerds i have finally taken the twitter plunge but don’t get too excited i’m not “twittering” (STUPID WORD) as raymi personally, just as nxne so chill and apologies for getting your hopes up.
