bailed on the land of talk/bsc concert cos i was too sensitive, fil went with matt, steph and i stayed in to watch bad santa and cried and talked over Elf in entirety haha. like bloodshot eyes crying then took pictures of it, too brutal for your eyes to enjoy, sorry. steph drank a micky of rye (fil says that is equivalent to eight and a half beers) and i had white wine, and zero anxiety hit me at 5am as usual i guess being exhausted from yesterday helped me sleep through it oh and the crying too. then fil came home to steph trying on my lingerie and hiding under the blanket on the couch, he drove to the show so he was not at our level of drunk loud talk laughing. i’m a bit bummed i bailed on it cos modest mouse guy showed up for a few songs but it was a nice bonding experience and we are homebodies so it wasn’t so bad. fil said i wouldn’t have been crabby at the show cos we had VIP passes and there was a section to sit and be away from everybody, oh well thanks for telling me that after the fact. when steph left she was saying funny things i can’t recall and i think she walked into a wall or something in the stairwell shouted IM OK and kept talking to herself as she went down the stairs and said hi to the dude who crashes in our lobby sometimes then i had a nice long deep sleep ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
didn’t even touch the swiss chalet leftovers so i guess i’ll have my rice with chicken sauce gravy for lunch today, ghettotastic!
now all i have to stress about today til tomorrow is art show catching up, did i tell you i have a dude who is going to perform, his name is andrew austin and he does a wicked cover of no diggity LOVE that song. ok i guess i’ll make a stupid flyer to remind you geniuses about tomorrow nite because you need visuals.
i was told not to open my special bag until i got home for fear of jealous media protest – the suspense oh the suspense. can you tell i got five hours sleep?
no champagne in those guys, sniff.
a wee sluggish.
loved the faeries so much, tons more photos for another day, this is just a teaser post.
fil and i nerded out over this oh you want that corona in a glass or bottle, glass? ok here you go. snicker snicker etc.
smells sooooo nice.
merry christmas skidfanie.
for you sass.
ok more later i’m still supes slow in the head i have to prepare myself for tonite’s stupidity.
success! made it to the one of a kind show and sale after all, mad swag bag hook-ups, i couldn’t eat any of the fancy breakfast specially for us media whores, coffee pleased me just fine as well as some chill pills. it was great meeting people who are really pumped to meet you and your brain and mouth functions are set to zombie, i tried my best. i shall share with you this experience shortly. you must go and experience this for yourself though in real life, many great unique finds and you have til dec 7. i hooked up three geezers with passes, it’s the outing of the year for them, so cute and their daughter’s boss said he went in the 80s on acid ahahha and saw all these buttons with funny faces on ‘em and laughed hysterically with his friend for hours and the stall dude kept them there cos the big acid cafuffle was makin’ sales. good business tip, give someone acid and make them hang around your art stall, yeah that’s totally fail safe, nothing could go wrong because acid is totally predictable.
oh and another success the wine fridge went today wheeeeeeeeeeee!
i have been up since 5am with bad stomach/anxiety with no relief, almost got to a point of ok i can lie down without the world crashing down upon me but i jumped the gun and had to sit immediately upright and attempt to blearily read my book with cid staring at me from the other side of the couch.
so many things on my plate today, i am going to try and see how much i can do before sketching out from no sleep.
boy i sure am glad i inhaled matt’s indian delivery on my way out of his place last nite, that totally helps in the stomach dept.
i’m pounding on the door next time and slippin’ this under then going for a walk around the ‘hood, i’m sick of muting the tv and music everyday to monitor this shit, my cowardice shames me as well as everyone else’s on this floor.
it’s sloppy cos i was shaking as i wrote it and i am weak from malnutrition and i could hear him through the wall going at it. i don’t care if his peach pit pupils can’t decipher my writing, for his own good THEY’D BETTER!
should i add a cartoon of cid and i holding samurai swords?
OPRAH’S FAVOURITE GIFTS EPISODE! RIGHT NOW SHE IS BRAGGING ABOUT LETTERS SHE HAS FROM FAMOUS PEOPLE WHO CARES BEST EPISODE OF THE YEAR!
oh wait something more important is happening in mumbai holy fuckin shit hit up bbc cbc cnn whatever yipes. sorry oprah. ah dude time for a lorazepam. screw it back to oprah it is, my wimpitude can only tolerate so much.
a song called raymi the minx! go listen to it! fil is mentioned in it too hahaha i’m so flattered! i love these lyrics so much and i am laughing my head off right now and cid wants to attack me. i will make a video reaction of me listening to this song later.
in total, there are now 4 raymi songs out there. here‘s another one, modestly titled raymi. also you can d/l another funny raymi the minx song here by the quadriplegic twelve.
i keeps gettin’ younger! this is like when oprah has some guy on to tell her her REAL AGE and then also her MAKE BELIEVE DELUSIONAL AGE because she eats right and does yoga.
it’s kinda hard gettin’ in the christmas spirit what with the 6 o’clock news bumming me out hard about the economy every nite as i’m trying to paint my face sigh, 2006 was such an amazing display Holt had as well ps. new yorkers, holt’s is our version of barney’s pps. no i do not shop there bitch i’s broke!)
LOVE the little house with flickering lights, so whoville.
gobs and gobs of detail.
i do not dig on these bald whitey guy mannequins at all, kinda lazy and 80s and creepy.
so cozy!
shoot me with a whimsical gun why don’tcha!
gorge chunky braid.
so overloaded and detailed and crowded, this is a chick mannequin bursting out of a flower, basically.
rotating ornament.
my retinas are on fire right now it feels like i haven’t blinked in a half hour and everything else in the room seems really dark after staring at these blazing red golden hues for so long ugh i’m trying to place them interestingly in jumbled order and at this point i’m like what’s it even matter it all looks the same to me.
miniature house fetish.
and then all my fingers froze off so i went to meet fil and his new spectacles ordering then we went to winners and got weights for wii fat and i bought a new dress i have to exchange cos some of the thread is comin’ out. i also got a sweater fil hates WHAT.ELSE.IS.NEW?
buy this shit! i broke my craigslist cherry. hmm maybe i should have emphasized more on how money isn’t the issue, space is. I WANT THIS THING GONE!
oh man let the funnies begin, the irony of this has me in stitches right now:
I am a professional (internationally known) artist showing in ******, Toronto and San Francisco. Would you consider a trade for an original abstract painting of equal value ($200.00)? My web site is **********
um i think we have enough shitty art on our walls, fil do you want an original abstract painting? HAHAHSHbsdlkufhahahaHAHAha ah sigh endorphin rush thanks lady. you can even see canvases and frames leaning backwards on the floor beside it i think we are pretty good with the art.
