we saw highwaisteds last nite at the white orchid on our way back from bovine (fil’s friend from when he was 2! found him on facebook or fil found him and now they are friends again, anyway, had a show at bovine more on that later). it was our first time at white orchid and no offense (FULL OFFENSE!) to toronto hip kids, it felt like daycare, meadowvale friday nite dance party. we didn’t pay cos of our stamps from the bovine (burn). anyway i like highwaisted and her bf so they are allowed to party there because they are identical. the way high and i met is pretty funny maybe one day when my hangover goes away i will write about it, maybe it isn’t that interesting.

oh one guy had a calculator for a necklace he is my favourite take that flav!

MAMMORIES LANE

this is the reception we crashed on our campus (st. edward’s in summertown, oxford), a teacher was married to the best friend of george harrison’s son (who was in the wedding party), and george was there, i saw his mclaren F1, i did not see george. that kilt wasn’t mine. my hair is retarded. ungh remember those futuristic backbacks everyone wore? hi me and my homework ARE FROM THE FUTURE! apparently you need a permit from the queen to drive a mclaren f1 in england. do you have a boner cos i know what that car is? oh and james jagger went to that school and i stole his school work off the wall, it was a german/french assignment and his name is on it.

see those postcards.

this is knightsbridge, london, montpelier street, where my dorm was, right around the corner from harrod’s. the first half of the program was in london.

i think i am 3.5 here.

here i am cultivating the fine art of ignoring family. check out my brother’s hair. that’s my grandpa behind me, he was in intelligence in WWII.

i was really moody on that family trip because i missed my boyfriend and my brother was a complete dick. that’s a tye-dye shirt. see how i have always had bangs.

portobello road.

prom nite dyke hair style. i left those shoes behind in brooklyn, moron. the dress too.

i think part of the reason why i cut off all my beautiful hair was because the older guy i was dating broke up with me and i was desperate to invent a new identity. i caption this photo PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME. that’s in stratford-upon-avon, in shakespeare’s garden in the courtyard of the house he grew up in. aw i just sent this picture and caption to fil and he had to walk across the room to laugh at me because i am one million % pathetic.

i’ve posted this before but just noticed my pinky. i am wasted in this picture.

somewhere in manhattan the first time i went to suss out new york in order to solidify moving there in the summer.

my great grandmother giving me a dog treat or something. how refreshing were the days when i didn’t give a shit about being photographed?

v. grainy, me in an urban outfitters, they weren’t in canada yet. look at the felt clogs i bought, crocs before crocs were crocs. my mom wore them to take out the garbage haha.

guess which ones are jewish. the one in the glasses was hanging out in the foyer of our dorm when i brought in my “cousin” and blabbed it to everyone. the one on the right beside me with short dark hair has massive tits, insane body, and is wearing my pants. she banged this totally ugly guy in one of the programs. i was kinda bummed they wanted to do a sit down pose my outfit was pretty awesome.

what a heffer, before i knew anything about posing.

my brother on his prom nite.

trying to be beatniky, poseurs.

warwick castle.

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so clever blah blah AA is overdone whatever i want the marilyn dress, w/ or w/o wine stains i do not care.

RIP walking penis. jamie added the eyes.

we were going to make our own green curry except someone doesn’t like snow peas, and we were just going to buy the marinade but then walked by a thai restaurant and ordered take out instead and some spicy noodles that weren’t spicy. haha i crossed off celery twice.

stop asking what camera i use learn to read backwards LAZY! super sick in this picture and my eyes are naked.

HAHAHAHHAHHA!

sick tired crabby stir crazy. woah jamie just sent me this Some patients taking zoloft develop an almost overwhelming craving to drink massive amounts of alcohol.

best green curry i have ever had and i am only saying that because i can’t remember the last time i had it, extremely creamy oh fuck my dick just exploded.

“spicy” noodles were more smokey than spicy, not bad but not amazing, the green curry is a tough act to follow and the fact that it came in a looks like frozen microwave meal container was not very appetizing.

you are beautiful.

what the hell kind of emergency happened that someone had to drop their ‘sage and split? ha try saying ‘sage without the sau.

that shirt rules, zero people have complimented it.

fil got mad i took too long and we fought all the way home and i said YOU DO NOT OWN ME and some other stuff then we went out for 3 dollar martinis haha.

i have not figured out how to deal with a sweater that i wear 24/7 that is longer than my fall jacket, other than coattails.

here you go nerds

we went to the tap to watch the game last nite with juan and i wrote down everything this first date said and it was very sad, the guy was stuffing a huge burrito in his face and making zero effort whatsoever and she was just giving it away for free and the guy had a pube stache and after he was finished his burrito he said he was still hungry BAD SIGN and he kept going out for a smoke leaving her sitting there alone staring at our good time i kind of wanted her to join us after awhile no matter how annoying and pretentious and desperate she seemed, that guy’s lack of effort was just insulting and i could see him on his cellphone texting/calling someone everytime he was out on the street RED FLAG. he had a seinfeld leather jacket too and looked like the white guy from dangerous minds who sleeps over at michelle pfeiffer’s cos he is gonna get murdered but then gets murdered anyway cos he doesn’t knock before entering the office, he looked like that except really fucking ugly and with a hitler pube stache and goatee i will look for a picture.

that was him but more weasly-looking with a sprinkling of christian slater as a vampire.

i just discovered these from sheena‘s blog.

this blog rips on every single post that this mommy blogger (rebecca eckler) posts. hilarious. have them both open in two browsers at once and read, you will get bored after two minutes but it’s the thought that counts.

i told fil i know what i want for my/our 3rd anniversary present, i want a pair of clark’s. can’t decide if i want wallabee, wallabee boot or desert trek yet, what do you like best? then of course there are all the different colours to choose from, i think i want a dark/light tan shade. fil said he wants a pair too i said no you can’t copy me and you already have a pair of shoes that look like wallabees, two pairs actually, he doesn’t care, he has to copy everything i want EVERYTHING! stay tuned for a blow-by-blow account of the inevitable fight that will ensue. all i know is that i have been coveting a pair for YEARS and voicing this many a time over, and fil only just decided it two minutes ago. RAGE! i don’t care if he has a pair really i just don’t want to pay for them cos it cancels out my getting a pair and basically i bought myself a pair of clark’s.

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oh another thing that psyched me out of asking a question during the first part of the Q+A (when i would have had a substantial chance to actually ask it) was HOW i was going to word it and i couldn’t get passed thinking i would open with WHY COME instead of HOW COME and i kept repeating why come why come why come over and over in my head and thought it was really funny or would be really funny if i said it in a retarded little kid voice but then i realised i wasn’t paying attention to anyone’s questions and then i might ask the same question as someone else except for starting it off with WHY COME and barfing down my shirt.

i am fucking hilarious.

and as predicted, lots of movie geeks tried to out-pretentious each other mmmmscuse me my question is about the writing process… yeah right we all know you have written out pages worth of fantasy dialogue between you wes anderson jason schwartzman and bill murray and that’s all you really want to discuss and then someone else says yes my question is also about the writing process. what they mean is, my question is more like proof of why you should like me MORE than everyone else in this theatre.

i am snickering and groaning in all of the videos i made.

sashimi lunch special, 9.50 and i don’t have to look at the kind i save for fil.

my hair is still wet that’s why i look like a boy?

i bought black/silvery grey/silvery white/silvery black eye shadow yesterday, i am going to figure out how to do smokey eyes i think i will look good as a raccoon. i tried it out yesterday on top of the eye mess i had already made for myself before going out for sashimi and a tan, and it was like fil shot me with homer’s make up shotgun set to whore.

after i shower i will try again. i bought new mascara too, and not my typical maybelline cheapest brand for once, i got rimmel and i bought new lipstick (by rimmel, paradise shade) and tresemme conditioner, if it does not have the consistency of professional conditioner that the commerical boasts i am going to FUCKING EXPLODE! this just in I AM A GIRL.

jealous alert!

look what will be arriving by the end of the week that i get FOR FREE with software.

Samsung T10

The Samsung T10 features full functionality in a super slim feather-weight player. At only 0.3 inches thick and 1.5 ounces, the Samsung T10 combines a music player, FM radio, photo album, video player, voice recorder, text reader and game player all in one. The Samsung T10 features 4 GB memory and is offered in three bold colors. The 2-inch screen, delivers crystal clear QVGA resolution while the DNSe 2.0 sound engine provides powerful sound. For listening with a friend, Bluetooth 2.0 support enables users to connect two wireless stereo headsets. Samsung has also improved menu graphics by enabling users to customize the look of the multimedia player interface from a traditional style to a unique character animation.

OOH i wonder what colour i will get, i hope red.

also, there are some ticket liquidator links you should check out on my sidebar beneath the picture of me crouched by a bottle of JD, i have a new advertiser and if you too are interested in advertising on my blog, email me at raymitheminx@gmail.com and we can chat about rates.

by the time i got the courage to ask a question the host was like ok only one more question after this one and my hand was shot up and i kept pumping it up there like a grade school tool and making ooh ooh desperate panting sounds and jason schwartzman saw! and goes ok two more questions (for me) asking the host then the guy purposely ignored me and asked some other chick in the back i almost puked down my shirt i was so nervous, i had my camera ready to make a video and my arm was shaking and i had a heat body rush and jason looked at me a few times cos i was filming/taking pictures, anyway, i was going to do it for YOU GUYS to make up for pussying out of meeting douglas coupland a million times. my hands were shaking like crazy and i was dizzy and i kept shooting my hand up out of turn w/o thinking about it too much cos i would have lost my nerve if i didn’t just keep raising my arm and i was picturing being called upon then starting to speak then crying and then cry-question-talking oh brutal what is the matter with me?

i was going to ask IS THERE A SPECIAL PLACE IN YOUR HEAD YOU GO IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN A STRAIGHT FACE DURING A FUNNY SCENE? just like that, except high-pitched squeaky stuttering and projectile vomitting.

when it was over some people rushed him, i considered it, then didn’t cos i had wicked bad movie theatre breath. wes anderson has really long bony fingers. i made some videos i’ll put on youtube eventually.

the darjeeling limited is a wonderful film, see it.

these jeans i haven’t worn in a couple years they fit again and i don’t look like a fucking pear when i wear them!

Helle R (if i may call u so, just cause I am be lazy)

Well, u have to thank Franks Mag for a potential newcomber to your blog. I bought an edition for work purposes, an article that had to do with my work, and as going through it I saw your photo in the last page or two. Well, I am a guy, and seeing u topless had an
affect. Apologize to your boy for me, but what can u expect. Anyway, it was the mixture of the magazine, your reply and the photo that made me check out your
blog.

Funny, as I had some things to say, the “Hockey Song” came on my itunes and thru me for a mental loop.

K, some good underworld flowing now.

The more I looked into you and your blog and your life the more fascinated I became, yet at the same time I became less interested. Please don’t take anything here as a negative because it is far from that. Less interested as in why are we so prone to showing so much of ourselves so strangers so we can see the part of ourselves we may or may not like.

Yours was the first blog I have given any thought or time to, a fact I am still determining why. Maybe I am just questioning ones soul, maybe I connect to some
of your words, in essence some of you. That’s the strange thing, how can one connect with a complete stranger. Oh yeah, the internet. Hmm, but is that just a forum to show a side of yourself that is not fully true, a side for others to see to find yourself or for one to move to something closer to their fantasy.

You’ve been blogging since 99 which means a lot for a reader, shows passion, will, persistence and a need. Why a need? Well, as much as blogging has become a
part of our society it is still not socially accepted as an art form. Do I think it is so? No, no I don’t. Maybe I see it as a means to an end, an end I don’t need to describe as I know you know what that is.

Is this a car crash, am I just some passerbyer taking in? Maybe, maybe not. More music is needed. A little K-os

The flow, the word flow, ones mind flowing through fingers creating consistent lines. I am a flow writer, I live by the flow of my fingers. As you are searching for your first novel so am I. Coming from a filmmaking/script background, the novel, well it’s a novel idea. The depth a writer can go without the money machine hitting you over your head saying it can’t be so because of time or cash or the director sees different. The thing is we are not alone as flow writers, we are everywhere. We began so long ago with Dostoyevsky’s “Notes From the Underground”. The first true existential writings known to us. we are so many is their room for any of us for the public to see?

I guess I am questioning not only myself but you and every other writer finding ones medium. What is this blog for you? Is it your ends? How does your boy react to the constant invasion? How long can it go? Honestly the questions won’t end but have you at least found a few of your answers?

I’m sure this is pretty nonsensical but so are you. Are tou taking advantage of a new medium (meaning fearing the novel u were always supposed to write), have you given your dreams to another, can u not find your way outside the madness of your mind or are you just passing time?

My friends are harrasing me so I must go… An answer to any question. Is such a thing possible?

to rod

you asked a lot of questions i guess i missed some, evidently you are searching for something more, some meaning in your life and by asking me it is more of a comfort, you want me to tell you that it’s ok to fail, basically, and it is ok to fail, just don’t let it consume you or shame you because the greatest failure in life is a wasted talent.

here’s another little thing i have noticed, people often want answers from me because they don’t have answers for themselves. not because i am this ancient wise old man or anything, but because i live this vagabond seemingly does nothing lifestyle and if i can do it, why can’t they. even the nasty ones when they’re being nasty they are just reaching out and don’t know it. shutting up now.