YUM!

GO TO SWITCH CONTEMPORARY TONITE MAYBE YOU WILL WIN MY PAINTING OF ME HUMPING HELLO KITTY OR SOMETHING EVEN BETTER AND YOU CAN SEE ZEESY BEAMED IN LIVE FROM JAPAN!

Zeesy Powers Live From Japan
Switch Contemporary, 2217 Dundas St. W.
8 P.M.-11 P.M.
So, I am in Japan doing a 7 month artists residency at CCA Kitakyushu, and I’ve run out of money, it’s a great program in a well-respected international institution (see kitakyushu.org and judge for yourself), but there are no grants for 7 month artists residencies in Canada. Anyhow, my amazing friends are running an amazing fundraiser for me at Switch Contemporary, and you should be there and bring your money.
Performances by Laura McCoy, Trudy Poot and Her Plurals, Darrah Teitel, a puppet show, and Live from Japan via interning and There will also be an art auction, featuring work by Yuula Benivolski, Xenia Benivolski, Jubal Brown, Lillian Chan, Amy C Lam, Elle McLaughlin, Tina Ratface, Simone Schmidt, Fiona Smyth, Nikki Woolsey, Zeesy Powers and more!
DON’T MISS THIS, I DON’T HAVE A TICKET HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok we didn’t go to the party, i removed the post cos i wimped out. the entire building REEKS of old man booze!

my niece has arrived from japan!

so has a bunch of xmas cards. this year i’m not sending any, sorry guys.

so, my blythe is scabbing, you know the type of scab you get from sitting in the bath with a wound and it gets all gross and wrinkly. except i didn’t sit in the bath and i am not allowed to for like two weeks now what the fuck am i supposed to do with myself? don’t worry this will definitely not turn into the tattoo blog like how nerds turn their blogs into wedding blogs (no offense ya snooze fests) and then being married blogs ugh. though i am somewhat into the minute tedious details, like how i enjoy reading the side of a box of cereal, it’s somehow fascinating to me? and of course everything i say is sprinkled with hypocrisy and bipolarisms (same thing) so basically yeah this is my new wedding tattoo blog for the next short while. we might even go to bed bath and beyond if we have enough time!

i do not think i will get an entire arm sleeve so you guys can chill, i don’t feel like i need to make a mural up and down my arm with rainbows and stars and other shit now that i have ONE tattoo, who made that rule, a puddle of aids? (kat von d) when renita first started i thought to myself well i guess this is the only tattoo i will ever get cos this hurts so fucking much. then you get over it. i am a big wimp when it comes to pain, they have to use the infant butterfly needle on me at the doc office (i have teeny veins) and i still cry (mostly from mental exhaustion) and they always look at me like are you for real? now when i go back with this tattoo and cry from a wimpy needle they are going to die laughing, like how big fat menacing-looking guys are actually sensitive teddy bears.

my new psychiatrist talks like john nash (russell crowe) in a beautiful mind, eyes closed with glasses head nodding with every thought, kind of looks like him too, i was SO close to interrupting myself from crying and asking him why he talks with his eyes closed, didn’t. i have a feeling it is going to distract me only more so in future sessions. i wish i had a tick like that, all i have is constant ear picking and obsessive letter counting.

remember i said don’t fall asleep with a band-aid on?

get a load of my pinky, thanks nana!

of course having it as tight as possible didn’t help. it’s fine now.

my modest amount of blue menu chicken strips and i even gave one back to fil. later on he was telling his mom that we (i) had eaten SO MUCH that day and therefore did not require an appetizer that i politely requested. sometimes fil gets himself confused with me.

now fil’s, see. remember this next time you open your mouth fil.

i’ve had this bag lady sweater for 5 years now.

sigh, miss this guy so much, it doesn’t even exist anymore! my aunt drew this.

ps. everyone! fil’s birthday party is on friday december 19 so if you want in, let me know not like i am STRESSED OUT ABOUT IT OR ANYTHING!

me: hi

me: anyway based on that you could get a tattoo
it’s in your head the fear about it, really it isn’t that bad, then u get to a point where it’s tolerable, plus half a t3 helps and some rye and five million advils from being on your period

weird, bad picture, possible new sweater trend?

saying bye to naked arm. these aren’t in order, sorry.

thank you for coming out, cameraman.

what?

the cheeks aren’t that rosy, that’s my blooooood. i barely bled at all actually but just as i was bragging about how much i wasn’t bleeding a whole bunch of area pricked up.

oh fuck was i nervous, as she was showing me the needles i almost barfed and fainted then i had to use the loo. also, great day to get your period.

it definitely hurts more in your head than it does you if that makes sense, i mean, it hurts a fuck of a lot but you get over it, the pain comes and goes.

goosebumpy.

thanks renita!!

so this was my reward for not being a fat fuck anymore, i wanted this blythe tattoo for over three years but i didn’t want to be a chunky chick with a blythe tattoo, that’s just sad. kidding. anyway i worked hard at eating right, exercising, and now thanks to anxiety toning down the booze. <-- takes a bow.

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Raymi Sings U2 from Phil Ogynist on Vimeo.

unrelated, from nacho nite with skidfanie.

today is the anniversary of john lennon’s death as well as my grandpa’s.

• blythe,
• tattoo

tomorrow after my THE RAPIST appointment, meeting the real deal guy for the first time super early (for me) i am doing something cur-azy that i’ve been subtly talking about for awhile now FOR MY FIRST TIME EVER. a promise or gift rather to myself for losing weight. i am both nervous and excited about it, stressed but kind of in shock because i don’t really believe it’s going to happen yet, and it will be filmed don’t worry.

lookit what my nice little buddy miranda giveded to me for freezies, right after she got in a mini car accident and we dropped off her unicorn painting. man that one half day w/o a camera i felt so, so, empty and useless. i had lunch with sharpie/samir at the gladstone that day while cameraless and you notice so many fucking things that nag your eyeballs and you can’t do anything about it.

s-p-o-i-l-e-d.

rocky, sigh. my dad has informed me that my niece is now a “bad girl” wuh-oh. gonna have to have a little aunty talk with her over christmas.

singing and drumming is hard, but how i tried. video evidence of that garbage to come.

the crazy lady’s house on my dad’s street.

oh you guise!

NO WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! FULL HOUSE SPIN-OFF! excuse me while i find something suitable enough (think, moon) to JUMP OVER! i am beside myself with shock and awe and disbelief and glee i might even puke. this is like bringing someone you actually give a care about back from the dead. i have to go squeeze something until it explodes brb.

i have to go back and write some more bio cards up for each one, many had F words on them, family place right? i get the walls for two months, wicked. once the crazy of xmas is finished i’ll have a party, and add more paintings. i love you grapefruit moon!

fuck, i was hungry.

so there now you know where it is, 968 bathurst and this street. i wrote about GM before here their food will blow your brains out. (haven’t figured how to quick search old posts in wordpress yet that’s why i linked to blogspot, whatevs.)

then off to switch contemporary to drop off a painting for zeesy‘s fundraiser this wednesday dec 10 (you MUST go see she will be making a live appearance all the way from japan! and you can bid on some amazing art)

obama claus!

so cute.

yuula amazes me.

check ya later.

rush home to get ready for fil’s work party where i pretty much did the complete opposite of all my rules, I DANCED MY HEAD OFF!

this sweater swallowed me up too much in this dress, so i did not wear it after all. i wore my beige cardi for like one second, that place was balls hot.

dropped hat, yo nikes i know you want it if you could just look under there you’d see the hidden treasure beneath.

so frustrating.

banquet food is hit or miss, this was miss.

somewhere in there would be turkey.

liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiianne! her sister works with fil omfg quelle surprise! liane is back from shanghai, she was my favourite buddy from my england exchange and now she’s all grown up. i’ve been trying to dig up nerdy pictures of us from back then but can’t remember any search terms i used in the original post. here’s one for now.

then it was snl couch time, i didn’t even drink when we got home cos i obvs got blasted enough on wine at the work party. SMART. don’t worry i wasn’t the only one.

what a day.

then i woke up at 5am in an upset stomach panic remembering every stupid thing i said and did at the work party, refrained from taking a chill pill, an ultra strength tums sufficed. the only thing fil is concerned about me sharing with his coworkers was how cid nuzzles his ear and paws at him like a baby everyday. phew. good thing he didn’t overhear all the other shit i said.

ps. do not fall asleep with a band-aid on you would barf if you saw what my finger looks like right now.

Raymi Getting Ready from Phil Ogynist on Vimeo.

i found it from this place and what a great find it is, watch the video in this post too.