yesterday afternoon, monstergirl informed me (all month long actually) that if i didn’t go to this reception she would stop being my friend, so fine, we went, and fuck, was it ever amazing.
there are four other artists (pure ray caesar <3 though) in the show, and it goes 'til april 27th, you really should go, the neighbourhood the gallery is located in is so totally waspy jewy rich the people are worth it alone if not to just dig on how bananas they are. we went to a starbuck's there and i couldn't get over these peeps, totally surreal, the annex has got nothing on ‘em.
then alicia and jogee came by to drop off some penis straws, you know?
took these during earth hour before we left last nite, you better have turned your lights off too. in the cab we took note of all the buildings, homes, businesses that had lights on and were pretty pissed off. the gladstone’s lights were off and the room was lit by candles, karaoke didn’t start til ten though and we had to sit through a loud boring band for over an hour.
thank you everyone who came out last nite it meant so much to me and i had a blast with you, thanks for the presents and drinks, you guys are too kind! pictures and vids to come xo
guess what i’m 128lbs! probably most favouritest present of all right now. we’ll see if it lasts ’til the end of the day haha.
oh and sorry for crying at the end of the nite there guys, heh.
me: fil just ran across the room to get the rest of my yogurt
omg: haha
me: i said are we lesbians now who eat yogurt he is wearing slippers and underwear and glasses the answer is yes
omg: one yogurt is not enough for 2 what flavor is it cream top yogurt freaked me out
me: it was a big one it was raspberry
omg: what brand is it
me: now we are sharing a coffee flavoured one
omg: why is it so good
me: the raspberry is no sugar added pure lesbo
omg: i like soy yogurt that is like butch lesbo
me: wow we aren’t at that stage yet i hated yogurt growing up my mom put it in my lunch
omg: then u can get goat milk yogurt
me: this fat kid always took it off me he was like i like frozen yogurt
omg: haha
me: im like uh this isnt tcby do you have tcby in america
omg: yes
me: what does it stand for tough cunt bitch yogurt
omg: the country best yogurt i guess any country
me: right
omg: we also had a place called i can’t believe its yogurt
me: well anyway the yogurt would be really cold still and basically served as a cooling implement for the rest of my food so what was it margarine
omg: my mom froze our juice box for that effect ha, no i just looked it up you have i can’t believe its yogurt in canada canada, it’s just like america!
me: yeah mine too! re: juicebox
omg: sweet i got made fun of
me: canada: like america, but yesterday, and better!
omg: b/c my mom bought us gerber juice once its for babies
me: i basically threw all of my lunch away peanut butter sandwiches barf all coagulated then she got us oscar meyer lunchables i was the envy of everyone
omg: those were enviable but they were nasty
me: but what i really coveted were my portuguese and italian peers’ deli meats
omg: i wanted them so bad
me: terrible for you and now they’ve blown up like gangbusters terrible
omg: there is something weird about cold cuts that need no refrigeration i envied zebra cakes the most, anything little debbie
me: oh canadians dont eat little debbie thats why we are skinnier when i go into an american supermarket i am shocked and appalled
omg: you don’t have that in canada?
me: and on price is right when they have the guess the price of games, theres always little debbie and i never know the prices
omg: ha
me: they exist in supermarkets here but very minimal quantities and variations of flavours? styles? but no one buys them
omg: kids used to call me superteeth to make fun of my crooked teeth when i was traveling through ontario i stayed in napanee by chance and i thought of avril
me: ha
omg: ha at superteeth or avril?
me: avril kids are dicks they’re like anonymous blog commenters
last nite the gibson showroom had a nice l’il party, but don’t they always.
my favourite designed guitar.
in cab en-route, not the brightest of drivers.
these shoes aced their first nite out test, they ride up and down a bit (size 9s, i’m 8) but i can deal.
i forgot to get a decent picture of alicia‘s sick earrings (yes i just said sick) one is a gun, the other a bullet.
i’m terrible at this game.
theory of a deadman, pretty slick, despite jogee saying they’re chick indie music (so not though)(chick music, but not indie), held my attention for more than 3 minutes, i was on my best behaviour.
see look, best behaviour w/ bonus mannequin hand sticking out, one of my autisms captured just for you:
free wine (dan akroyd) beer (steamwhistle) and patron tequila all nite long, and catered food you guys really should email me when i tell you to.
i gave in to the the starch last nite (not the teeny burger buns though) and wendy was right after not having them for a long time when you finally dig in it does NOT agree with your stomach, i had a lovely date with some tums and pepto and gingerale when we got home. oh and we watched american psycho, my first time.
this is my impression of you.
dudes, i think i’m over bangs!
the one second of the nite when tiff looked sad, everything else was all smiles. she brought us back the cutest magnets from sxsw.
still can’t figure out that game, the frets light up in various sequence and yer supposed to mimic it but we can’t get it to do anything other than lighting up when you tap the frets so you feel clairvoyant then realize oh this is just doing what i am doing not the other way around, on top of being buzzed. good times.
oh, there’s the bullet.
just, you know, hangin’ mhmm. see that blue thing in my purse, that’s my journal, i brought it in case i got bored (we arrived early for fil) and for the majority of the time waiting for people to arrive i felt like the biggest tool ever on top of being dressed like an elf.
then this dude asks us if we have a guitar pick (uh yeah cos i carry picks around with me ALL the time) and then proceeds to jam the fuck out (while wearing vinyl pants) on the couch right beside us and we had to act like it wasn’t at all awkward. i explained to jogee that that’s normal at the gibson showroom, musicians milling about are encouraged to pick up the guitars or play the pianos. anyway it was funny cos we didn’t see it coming and had to act non-chalant.
he had a good voice.
here is me being non-chalant can you tell? while joe is even closer to the dude blamming away ha.
one thing about exercising that’s fun, is coming up with more and more retarded outfits to sweat to.
ok dudes who’s with me tomorrow nite at the gladstone, be there beFORE 9 if you want to get in the karaoke rotation near the top, and sit near me, and see me make a complete dick of myself, or sit there moodily.
oh and if you want to hang with me early tonite email or text i will tell you what the plan is.
this is what it’s going to look like at the gladstone saturday nite if you don’t come
ha kidding the room was jammed you just can’t tell from the angle of this picture, and that’s me at 19 before they reno’d the place. see yikes look at the ceiling:
this is me being moody that britt is leaving after sound and fury, the first act.
aw. look how much room he gives me to scroll with the mouse.
hehehehehehehehehhhheheheheheh.
groupie scum section.
still there, i keep expecting someone to write SUUUUUUUUUCKS over it.
ungh die mannequin try hard courtney lovesque poseur also played last nite, remember when she gyrated my fucking face?
demonstrating to britt how die mannequin stole my innocence.
big dude was wearing black jogging pants and velcro running shoes, brown dude was wearing a dog collar with skull and cross bones on it. if i opened my mouth and made a comment about every single person i saw last nite’s outfit i would lose my voice, too many things to be said.
ugliest doofus shoes award goes to you.
everytime i came out of the john fil said i looked like i was hovering, i said uh how he goes cos you look SO above it. i had perma-bitch scowl on, and did shots of gold by myself, i said the only way i can deal with this scene right now is by maintaining lubrication. we got passes for free ps. ok and guess who headlined? sum 41. it’s for fil’s portfolio ok dudes go easy.
what happened to the brown dude in the band? i didn’t get one look at the drummer, steveo? the only dude i like.
last nite was an all ages crowd too so you can imagine how party that was. where i was sitting beside me they roped off a section of area for avril lavigne and her entourage and had gobs of security too, geez chill out will ya, i was like the only person to even care that she was there ha.
low fat chicken meatballs with jerk sauce and low fat sour cream, when finished i pass the plates to fil, assuming he will soak them. i found this morning that his version of soaking is leaving dishes BESIDE the sink so that the food cakes on to them.
so desperate for something other than what was going on i chatted up this chick and told her how pleased i was to see that she was reading the golden compass trilogy and that i liked that particular book (the second in the series) the most, this was right after i pounded a shot and then find out she’s 19, i gave her my card too, hi!
warning: the following picture might make you barf
ground turkey smells like BO once you nuke it a bit.
once the onions are browned chuck the turkey in then the cheese (we used an extra old cheddar)
voila.
incredible.
i cannot believe he fits in that teeny basket.
you essentially eat a bit less cos of the time it takes (which isn’t much at all) to prep each “nacho”
fil and i have different methods of loading up the romaine, i do it neatly, fill up half, eat it, then fill the other half of the leaf and eat that, whereby fil loads the entire thing like a hot dog and gets crap everywhere.
