so far the only one who likes them is samir.
oh well.
they’re a little ali gish.
it’s snowing out, looks pretty.
i caved and bought the bat for lashes cd even though i am one million per cent jealous of the singer. sigh. like, is it too much to ask to just look like an imp, really, is it?
goos news, the jeans that took me an hour to select yesterday I HATE DEM! and i took off all the tags and everything swto;gshrdg[o0erhg0[‘hbn[!
here is my crappy unicorn i don’t think i can fix it without completely painting over it sigh!!!!
i also don’t think fil will be as excited for my new decorating scheme as i am. that sign is vintage, from the 70s, i just opened ‘em up today.
greasy bangs new glasses, pretend prescription bifocals for pretend reading i guess?
new! cheap! yay!
yes yes you get the idea.
so i went to old navy and i asked where all the ethnic shirts were and they thought i was a big racist. kidding i didn’t ask. i did try on 40 pairs of jeans though and wanted to commit suicide in the change room. old navy sizes their jeans even-numbered, which in hindsight really isn’t a difference it’s just a mind fuck really. basically my thighs are really skinny but i have love handles so im fucked no matter what. i bought a pair and im hoping that they will magically shrink around my thigh crotch area somehow over time and give a little more on the waist. i have 90 days to make up my mind over them too. that’s pretty funny i think.
the pair i got look exactly like the jeans i bought a year ago from winners when everyone was like wow you have lost a lot of weight and i’m like no i haven’t you suckers it’s the jeans i swear, so just like those ones except a size smaller.
i hate malls i hate people and i hate people in malls. ok i don’t hate malls i just hate the eaton centre after school time everyone scares me!
bath time!
ps. why do so many people from new zealand work at old navy? i encountered three different girls, what the hell?
one more thing, they (old navy employees) walk around with huge shopping sacks and they offer you one to shove all your finds in and they jump on you like vultures asking if you need help it was kinda desperate, anyway, the first one to approach me was some 40 year oldish totally lobotomy-seeming guy with these bags over his shoulder and i thought he was just some crazy person talking to me while i am in the middle of a what size am i jeans crisis like seriously you are scaring me buddy, then i realised ok yeah he works here, but it still felt weird like male kindergarden teacher weird, ungh, anyway, make it obvious to old navy newcomers or once every three year old navy shoppers that your thing is carrying around massive empty sacks, make a big picture display sign or something slam me in the face when i enter the store so i get it instead of getting creeped out instead.
and yes sheena if i keep the pants i will for sure cut out that big brother tag.
i put myself on a strict no carb diet cos i have an audition tomorrow i’ve been trying not to obsess about, and then i ate a chocolate bar, and helped fil drink two bottles of wine yesterday. buh! and i just fucked up a unicorn painting and now i am going to get a new pair of jeans and i am not going to derail that by buying a new shirt or something stupid that is final. fil did not feel my salmon concoction and it hurt my feelings, even though he is the one who picked out this super duper big package of salmon, he says it is too chewy which of course makes me not want to eat it either even though i was fully feelin’ it and now there are all these leftovers in the fridge.
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now lets play: IS THIS RACIST?
“go graphic in ethnic-flavoured mixed prints”
brought to you by old navy. go listen, hit WOMEN’S.
so if you ever were wondering what you could do to have a mini i am ugly crisis on a saturday afternoon, go to a party the nite before with a load of chicks at it then add the majority of them to your facebook and go through all of their artistic pretty photos, i guarantee you that by the end of all that you will feel like a total troll. my clothes are all over the bed, i don’t like any of them, i cut my bangs shorter and i put on knee socks and then felt a little better and some dark red lipstick that i couldn’t pull off before without bangs.
before i snipped off some more bangs, i did it twice yesterday actually, the second and final time being when i was cooking bok choy (did you know there are two kinds of bok choy?) and could not see a thing by the end of next week i will look like loyd christmas if you’re lucky.
if you want to get some wicked cut-eye from older chicks just wear a trench coat and knee socks to loblaws.
we saw mgmt last nite they were kinda crap but their party songs are rad we think they are too high off their initial success so they tried to be all arty weird and it did not translate after the room cleared out two (mgmt) dudes were kinda quietly jamming and no one was even watching so i tell fil ok go now take some pics and he does and i do too and dryly say hey is that the encore? and the one guy busted up laughing so hard they were just barely even jamming just some keys and a bit of drums very dainty like so if it was an encore (wasnt) you would have been so underwhelmed you might shit your pants just to make it better.
i bought fil a t-shirt cos i am coasting off my new bangs high and i feel like a nicer person, for right now at least.
layin’ down a mean ass hickey.
after losing yet another arm wrestling match.
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ugh i just trudged through the slush snow slush raining slush soppy streets to get us chicken shawarmas and cokes and myself a coffee, there is no food here at all, and anyway i am like mega hung as usual so i’m walking through all this shit and i take the short-cut to bloor/spadina which actually isn’t a short-cut cos i’m climbing piles of the awesomest packing snow ever and taking weird routes some genius stamped out in the snow in these short-cuts like bro it isn’t a short-cut unless the path is diagonal not a whirly-bird goose chase all through a parking lot and obstacle course mountains were you on meth when you made these snow paths? anyway. so i haven’t had anything other than water and i feel like my brain is sitting in a chair in my head totally useless and i’m thinking how romantic my plight is and i wish i had a dictaphone to take advantage of the booze fumes of last nite brilliance going on while i’m jumping hurdles of slush and getting rained on while fil is in bed in his underwear with his laptop probably reading about the nerdiest shit ever on wikipedia, i didn’t even bother to bring an umbrella cos i figured carrying an umbrella and shawarmas and a coffee is too much in my state with mittens too oh fil just sent me this it is a REAL COMMERCIAL and pretty much sums up what is happening in my brain right now ok where was i oh right my sunglasses have raindrops all over them and i am feeling the opposite of whimsical so i get to pita q and there is a line no biggie but i’m feeling desperate for a coke but i wait it out and then three chicks ahead of me get their to-go and get the hell out of there but one lady is like can i just get mine now? meanwhile it’s still in the grill press i’m thinking holy shut up you waspy crab and then this other woman ahead of me is being extremely bossy to the dude saying what she wants on her shawarma one thing at a time as slow as possible like why don’t you just say you want everything like a normal person and THEN eliminate what you don’t want? ok so then another guy takes over her shawarma and she goes I DIDN’T SAY I WANTED TAHINI SAUCE! and then everything shuts down dude is like what? and she says I DIDN’T SAY I WANTED TA-HEEE-NEEE on it like he is a retard totally talking down to him and i’m laying massive stink-eye on her as much as i can just praying for her to look at me and i am shaking my head too i was THIS CLOSE to saying you are really rude you know that so they had to start a shawarma for her all over again and by now 5 people are behind me i was going to say i’ll just take hers but because of my delicate state i couldn’t figure out what the hell tahini sauce was and do i normally get it, it’s tahini as well as garlic sauce right or are they the same thing? anyway her fucking annex schoolteacher vibe confused me and really pissed me off so i couldn’t be the big hero and save the day for the pita dudes like i wished i coulda and on top of it she even ate it there they were kinda like for here? are you serious? i could read it on their face that’s what they were thinking like get the hell out of here you bitch. the entire point of this place and a shawarma is you get everything on it, you say you want everything on it and then you say EXCEPT such and such, you don’t hold up the assembly-line and fuck it all up by pointing out to the lettuce and tomato and onions, you don’t tell these people WHO BROUGHT THE SHAWARMA TO THE FUCKING ANNEX HOW TO RUN THEIR OWN BUSINESS AND SCOLD THEM.
so i didn’t say anything cos i said to myself ok raymi you are just wicked hung you do not need to pick a fight with every single moron you encounter all the time and you are probably even over-reacting a little about this too.
like lady you didn’t NOT ask for tahini sauce ok!
she was extremely skinny and had really weird posture and i suspect on some sort of medication for being a total witch her entire life, probably ativan.
oh right i gave jen a hickey last nite cos all the lesbots were doing it to each other so we said fine we can do better and i think we won.
hmm maybe not, here’s olga’s (not done by me):
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way to go retard! she’s already totally denying it too. haha nice try. ps. can you do a tattoo for me on your show?
