jesus christ where do you think you are, put your shoes back on you gross losers, this isn’t your playroom!
you can always tell the suburban kids from the city kids at shows, especially if it’s at a place like the phoenix, last nite was tv on the radio (a 30 dollar ticket!)(we had guest list, i would never pay that much)(i mention the 30 dollars cos what idiot would pay that much for a show and take their shoes off at it)(am i crazy? or is it not totally arrogant to cruise on a couch nodding off in your socks on anyone’s couch but your own?) anyway, these babies couch hogged the entire time with their shoes off like they just hit the bong and it’s totally fine to just you know, relax shoeless in a dirty bar. stop you are embarrassing my SOUL! basically everyone was high who went to this show, high and useless. what fun. oh and there was some guest list drama that i’m debating whether i should burn a bridge or not over by railing about it on my blog (everyone will know who i’m talking of regardless), and it’s with the SAME person i chose to not previously burn a bridge with, past incidences is what i’m saying, a notoriously despised person within the industry already, a total bulldog. anyway, coffee first, gossip second.
my comments are down, the internet is broken, there really is no point to being on a laptop right now if we can’t even talk about how great my hair looks or how funny i am, if you really want to share your opinions with me right now you can email me and i will put your words into this post and then we can get on with our lives. i’m uploading some vids on youtube right now and there are some pics from yesterday on my flickr i am too fat to put here. i guess i should shower, it’s been daaaaaays, i have to be on camera in two hours i almost forgot and tonite we are seeing oh what the hell a package is downstairs BRB.
you know when couples start to look like each other…
she had blood on her face from picking and scratching at it too much and her clothes were dirty, like normal people clothes but just all roughed up, anyway, i’m in line behind her (not looking too hot myself, greasy, big glasses covering up my face, just dashed out to get coffee and a tuna sandwich) and she looks me up and down and goes “Pfffft” at me as if she’s hot shit and i’m not, it was very chip on her shoulder of her, fucking annoying. so not to be outdone, i totally ignore her staring up into my face for about five seconds then i turn and give her the mean eyeball and go “pfffft” right back at her, but my Pffffft was way meaner. it was also an effort to refrain from adding shut up junky to my pffft. anyway, that’s the news for now.
hey who’s the square who showed up? you shoulda heard my rendition of roxanne, it blew the ceiling off.
dude behind me is way feeling it.
and here i am pregnant with an alcohol baby, singing roxanne and blasting the ceiling off, it’s hard to sing in a tight skirt, christie loves the sound of my voice.
we packed all our stuff to head to the island yesterday and were greeted by this, so we turned around with our cooler and blanket and bags stuffed with beach junk and went to philosopher’s walk instead, where matt met us with his buddy amy, and we got tanked. not a bad time. seriously going to the island on canada day was the dumbest move ever. i mean, if you enjoy being annoyed out of your skull then it is totally the thing for you. fil almost lost it once we got back to the subway (to waste more money) and this big lady was eating a hot dog on the escalator (with two canadian flags jammed in her big hair) taking UP the entire escalator so we couldn’t get past then we just shove our way through her and down just as the subway doors close, that was like, the. final. straw. then we sat in silence til the next train came. next year we will have our own speedboat to take us to the island or, NO ISLAND!
i took those faux potted flowers, and a little porcupine guy.
teeniest hopscotch game ever.
pointing my foot in this shot was accidental i swear.
teeniest bench ever omgs!
lets see what can i tell you, we watched lotr last nite, oh got in a spat in the car when i saw a dude carrying a carton of milk on his shoulder in THE ANNEX and i said he looked smug (like i am saving the planet and showing off)(no plastic bag, right see?) and fil says i disagree, then i called him smug too, then the spat. ungh. i was being JOOOKEY jeez. went to noah’s to get some lesbian house cleaner earlier today and fil his lesbian deodorant (SMUG SMUG! SMUG!!) then for a walkies, hit the lcbo (closed tomorrow guys, be prepared) made a nice salad, read in the bath and here i am now.
