what if i went as a hired call girl and wore only this mask like in eyes wide shut?
this is me in the morning.
then we went to ikea but not before fil discovered a teeny scratch on his side of the car that put him into a crazy almost ruined ikea meatball madness adventure mood. every wednesday it is meatball madness, two for one combo, 7.97, we are old ladies. i bought a new laundry bag thing and a shelf for my shoes and clothes that will go beside my side of the bed. from the halloween store i got stockings, fangs, white black and red face paint, fil got fangs too, and i got a flapper feather head band, i’m going as a fucked up vampire dead french maid, fil won’t wear the ninja costume. if you are going to brave a halloween party store this time of year, go during work hours, and NOT on a saturday or sunday, unless you want to kill someone. fil is going to wear a suit and fangs and his cat eye contacts.
your blog is good because people can relate to it… you are a good entertainer. and your ability to produce material is very impressive. i respect what you do.
i was trying to get you to say something about yourself, and what you do, in order to have more insight in to the way that your style works… because your style intrigues me. and i probably took it a bit overboard… I think you are a pioneer within the current realm of self-promoted entertainment.
ultimately i found out that your presentation style just doesn’t involve long-winded debates focused on analysis and introspection… well at least the debates won’t happen with strangers that ask personal questions out of nowhere. your public persona just comes off as more casual and edgy/witty… there is certainly more to ‘you’ (the person that your readers don’t have access to) than being casual and edgy/witty… otherwise you wouldn’t be able to produce the amount of stuff that you do… there is a form of discipline that goes unseen… and the ability to create structure on your own in a completely free-form environment… the discipline required to create and the maintenance of structure are very difficult.
it was pretty shitty of me to go about prying the way i did. but you have helped me to figure out some interesting things about the battle of the pompous intellect versus the stylishly intelligent… i realize those titles are bullshit… whatever. basically my interest is in expressing the difference between two types of intelligent people within the current internet-based world that couldn’t be any more socially dissonant while inhabiting the same social arena.
this is not to say that i wasn’t invested in what i was saying in all the emails… if a winner and a loser were to be declared… you would be the winner.
my best troublemaker friend don’t get me started, this is my 16th bday and i dumped my boyfriend the week before, we were together for a year and 8 months. party!
wicked baked at fatboy slim i bumped into my ex bf’s friend. i am in grade 11 i think.
how to not have a boyfriend in grade 7.
how to get boyfriends in grade 8.
grade 9, i’m highlighting my hair, nice roots.
my dad on his way to give me up for adoption.
have had that costume since grade 8.
selling off my shit before going to nyc, that’s ward beside me, remember him?
prom. i had ecstasy pills i shared with my date, they were duds. we got hella loaded though.
christ.
that’s my favourite ice cream, parlour. we just came back from ice skating, we are having a sleepover party.
dude’s playing hey jude on a fucking saw and i am secretly burning him, that’s in bath.
grade 8 quebec city trip, doing the oasis thing, nice bra me!
my dad has been rocking the canadian tuxedo since as long as i can remember and in my head i am thinking here fuck i hope i’m not pregnant christmas is so ruined HAHA!
16th bday.
me and the german girl i remember when i got home that day i received one of my first blogstalk emails some guy saw us on the subway, i am 19 here and working as an online “model” and i got her a job there too. PIMP!
hardware dyke store party.
some fancy manhattan hotel who cares look how repulsive i am.
my mom threw out my marilyn shirt that was my dad’s because she is the devil i don’t care how many stains were on it you don’t throw out other people’s things it is not your decision to make.
american apparel ripped me off except they got it right.
park slope, brooklyn.
look how close i was to getting a sex change oh man.
nice eyebrows do you like that it is always christmas at my childhood house.
it’s hard to sing and do mascara it’s like twirling your foot clockwise and trying to draw the number 6 on a piece of paper duuuuuhoiiii. yeah you can do it if you draw a 6 at lightning speed but that isn’t the point you asshole.
i only post stupid pictures of brad. one of the british fat dudes you can see beside him, the nicer of the two.
aspiring rnb singers, more on that once i watch the 3 minute video wendi made of them.
last nite was supposed to be take’r easy nite WRONG. tonite will have to be instead. i sat beside the most annoying pompous fat rich old white guys at the green room, they were ancient, and sexist like 1960s sexist and their iranian friend showed up and was speaking about marital life in iran and even he was like wtf you guys it’s called respecting women, he said that the woman leaves for two months drives the man crazy and he calls up her family begging for her back the house is a mess no food and there are no clean clothes and the fatter of the two men goes well can’t the man just leave HER and be with another woman as in stick it to her secretary affair styles and the iranian guy just looked at him like you pathetic asshole, the point isn’t about battle of the sexes like the white guy was thinking and what they were discussing. this is when i almsot jumped in and fil came back from the bathroom and my face was all lit up with rage and i spat out all my opinions to him instead shooting evil looks at the table speaking loud enough that the iranian guy and the one white guy knew i was talking shit about the bigger guy, there were so many terrible things he said if you were there you’d have involved youself. fil missed all the bad parts that would justify strangling the guy so he didn’t get why i was so angry about it. it was just his tone and his big fucking arms crosed over the table leaning forward to aid his gigantic british pub gut, who has lived his entire life putting people under his thumb, i really wanted to be the one to change his perception, i was fucking laced enough to do it, but then he left, but not before he said that women in iran wearing those black “scarves” it can actually be a benefit because the man falls in love with her face and all her physical deformities and flaws would be hidden jesus christ i know!
then the gong show arrived and i kept hugging gill and telling dave eyebrows that my mom has a crush on him, and he and fil got in an alice n chains contest and turns out they have matching tattoos too i know again!
i totally wasted the day, didn’t go outside at all in this phenomenal weather, i do it all the time. by the end of the week it will be icicles. sashimi is on the horizon.
