you can come join the fam at lee’s palace tomorrow nite for OURS! i am so pumped they’re playing lee’s and not the el mo, so happy. this is what i will look like, i’ll be goin’ flippin’ bananas, it will be a grand time, so hop along my little wieners and dance with me. ahh it’s weird to see the apartment how it used to be arranged, bizzarro world!
i just remembered that fil was sitting at his computer desk behind me during this and i told him not to look at me at all so that explains some of these insecure dance moves.
check how light my roots are.
LA cuckoo bananas memento key chain come necklace.
gettin’ there.
smiling with my eyes tyra! oh and my lips too. fil was looking at me.
we are going to an exclusive nerd gathering tonite so i am dressing like a wimpy babysitter. ha it’s just coincidental we’re crashing this fest, i love dressing like a tool for all occasions.
sometimes i’m not so agile, i hike it pretty up there, oldest probably about 40 something.
don’t worry, true to form with every teeny compliment comes a teeny snub. i can’t help but notice the emphasis on still in pretty good condition.
i did something weird to my picture viewer screen thing, the border is all white, no maximize/minimize icon, or arrows to cycle through, nothing, help me fix it back!
i have just confirmed SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 for my art closing party (phew) so write it down in your little journals ok. hey dweebs this time i gave you a weekend to work with here, you’re welcome.
SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29
at the central – The Central is located at 603 Markham Street in Mirvish Village. (south of Bloor Street and 1 block west of Bathurst Street). We are a two-minute walk from Bathurst Subway Station.
same place as before.
time to be announced, oh and the evelyn room will be playing too!
if you bought something you can pick it up this nite, if you didn’t you can bid on something, yes, there will be a silent auction for some pieces ya cheapskates and there will be some new ones to choose from as well as the regs i’ve been trying to unload for aaaaages. heh.
SEE YOU THERE!
ahh so lilo there is such a thing as too much muff.
bought this for my niece. i find if you have the chance to pick up a gift you should just do it, bit by bit they add up and the burden of the shopping season is less intimidating.
brad‘s band the evelyn room played tuesday nite at the shoe with spiral beach, brad was fantastic. his voice is folky moody otherworldly and snaps me out of my bitchy self-conscious funk.
i think spiral beach are fucking great and i take back any bitchy thing i ever said about them. best decision ever to suck it up and have that chick in the band, they be goin’ places. what a show, it’s nice to see a band having fun and they’re so young!
i got to wake up super early and spend my hangover with my annual psychical.
my previous family doctor had to drop us when she became pregnant so we switched to another rad chick whom i love and decided to stick with her, we still see the other doctor ’round the office who is a bit (ton) of a cunt, anyway, she named her daughter after me, same pronunciation and everything. hahaha.
yeeeps. there’ll be none of that for this visit thank you menses gods.
crybaby bloodwork though, they can only use the butterfly infant needle on me cos i have teeny tiny veins and i always cry, not from the pain just the frustration and exhaustion sleep-deprivation and usually the needle tech is a crab and gets super frustrated with my little veins and stabs me multiple times eventually giving up and sending me to a lab to do it all over again ‘cross town fuck. they try to be all needle cocky with me and ignore my um excuse me what gauge is that sorry too big i’m tellin’ ya TOO BIG. then when the baby needle is in it is such a relief i cry MORE and they are like seriously? are you ok? yeah yeah i’m fine doesn’t hurt at all i’m just neurotic and hung.
what a nice surprise.
awwwwwww man! i sent the rest with fil to work and the note to explain to everyone w/ possible allergies and i have been obsessively bugging him for cake updates on how much is left and who ate a piece.
we went to see rachel getting married last nite at the varsity, in the VIP room and it was empty when we got there then slowly an anxiety attack began to surface, i took half a chill pill, waited, then more people arrived and their talking set me off before i thought i could keep it down with shallow breathing and staring at the movie magazine but then four girls nite out chicks come in and held a town meeting right in front of us, took another half pill and waited it out in the VIP ‘loo for a bit. it didn’t help that i chose to wear my old man boots that are essentially OVENS, when panicky the first thing you want to do is rip off your entire wardrobe and just sit under a fan – nearing the end of summer there were so many adorable outfits i had to pass on cos of my anxiety, stupid man. ok so i waited for the movie to start then i went back in and sat stock still with my hands in my armpits super tense while fil poured his fireball whiskey into his coke, i couldn’t even take a sip of my sprite til the movie was halfway through, and the chill pills kicked in, then i topped up my drink with some FBW and all was fine. seeing a movie starring a fresh out of rehab character who is probably bipolar and flies off the handle at the drop of a hat during an anxiety attack is certainly a feat oh man. hathaway was amazing it is a great movie, v realistic, funny moments, sad moments, dramatic moments. i recommend. oh and as per my attack, i’ve deduced that any sort of stress i incur is the trigger, so i just have to learn to not hyper-obsess over stressful things on my plate, ha yeah right. guh.
the view from my anxiety attack.
one more thing, my buddy chris is a music guy and he does these mixtape things and the latest is here. they’re really good.
so this guy beside me on the go train yesterday gets busted for not having his ticket popped, i paused my zune to better eavesdrop on his exchange with the ticket guy, whom totally bought his story – basically, dude said he could not afford to miss the train and he sees it already pulling into the station as he finally found a parking spot, bollocks, impossible to make the train even if you did find a spot remotely near the station entrance but most importantly I SAW YOU ever so slowly and casually cruise on by and check me out repeatedly a good five minutes before the train was due and then when on the train you PROWLED IT til you conveniently spot some pals sitting across from me then sit beside me in the empty seat and talked to them til the ticket lords showed up. ahh man it was so enjoyable listening in on this spiel knowing he knew that i knew it was all bullshit AND THEN when he got away with it he re-told the bullshit story to his nerdy waspy friends who bought it, so good. so SO good. i have to admit his story was impressive and i tucked away some of it for future reference just in case. though if he does it again he’s fucked, you get a warning first time around i guess. he had a ticket with all these different punches on it from different stations and it was pretty skiddy looking RED FLAG that he often takes the train and repetitiously tempts fate by not popping (that means not paying to you non-go train informed folk) and everyone who regularly commutes knows the score, the price of travel adds up and is a major drag and every so often the utmost of do-gooder has ‘emself a free ride. why not we deserve it but don’t worry with those free rides comes some bad mama jamma vibes for the duration of said ride which includes sweaty hellish paranoia and fear of public embarrassment especially in the winter, out of the corner of your eye anyone with a bulky jacket is SO the man out to nab you, not worth it and then if caught you get to pay 110 bones. i dunno why the ticket guy bought it cos he was all over the place with his commuting from oakville to hamilton to toronto crap, sick relative yadda yadda not to mention he had a huge winter coat on (has a car remember) AND HELLO if you have a car why are you taking the train all over the fucking place? and not to be classist or anything but dude didn’t seem like a car owner, just by his walk, i know people, i stare at them all the time and make up little judgments based on simple observations, people is my specialty, sometimes i’m wrong, but often i’m right.
DUDES a fucking chocolate cake just arrived here i am so stressed out of my mind right now i am going to put my face in it.
I just sent you a cake (seriously, I did). It has no dairy, eggs or peanuts – amazing for food allergy sufferers. You probably won’t eat it (you skinny bitch) but I bet fil will. Be prepared for horny courier. -natalie
well, i don’t have any allergies though i think i am still allowed to hit this thing. oh and this courier was not at all horny like the last one BUT he did come to my actual door so i think he is even with the last guy though it didn’t say raymitheminx on the paper to pique his peen. ew sorry.
ahh so dewy glowy after a skin cancer personal treat. here is sass‘ pre-drink gathering before the party we geezers didn’t go to. guess what? pre-drinking for nothing is fun!
holy moly sass’ milf.
uh…
sass and olga are heavy into this mental illness crafting right now, i approve.
ahaah you have one of those eyeball rings. sigh.
sparkly eyelashes application, i kept trying to give advice like i knew what i was talking about and pretty much gave the complete opposite of how you should do it tips.
kills me.
hammed/baked/hammed/baked!
i was a bit of a mess.
that is my new boob shirt.
the girl sesh novelty wears off super quick for fil.
if you want to drag your boyfriend out with you for girl nite and keep him satiated you have to pay him little visits here and there in between cackling your brains out.
wesley pipes much?
i REALLY fuckin’ hate this chick and all the hills fans that think they are her, annoying self-righteous ordinary know-it-all preachy martyrs, you’re boring dudes face it!
then later on that nite… i’m pissed off here cos i sloshed fil’s wine all over MY onesie when i threw myself down for this timed photograph and fil tried to lecture me about it. both our facial expressions are phony we are really irritated by each other in this haha. see how his glass has less in it than mine baha.
believable?
go pumped i saved my steak for booze snacking. this pic isn’t as great as the others though you see my nips in them, now that dad reads here everyday things have changed.
