ok i know you are tired of seeing the success dress, just let me show you pictures of when i first discovered it fit again, and don’t worry i can’t wear it again until i have it dry cleaned, there are uh sweat/deodorant stains around the armpit parts, i have NO IDEA who put them there!
remember i tried on that dress at h&m and said it was too small crushed my tits and you guys’s were all NO go get it, what a coincidence this is pretty much like it except better. and it is NOT orange, it is light red/pink.
here is a video of the amazing sunset we met driving back from the catskills, oh and there’s a raymi money shot where i wink at you and here are more pictures of it i am an old lady now because i care about the sky.
merkley???: there are mexicans upstairs now they want your phone number i showed them your blog mexicans love your blog they even renamed their village mexicanada in your honor of course i tell the best jokes i’m really good at word play
me: i wish that was true
i haven’t moved for like the past three hours and i am now desensitized to pictures of food. i am in a rage spiral right now cos flickr keeps sending a stop running scripts thing everytime i drag a photo, it chugs slowly, and then i have to click continue every fucking time YOU GUYS BETTER APPRECIATE MY FOOD FLICKR SET OR I WILL SET YOU ALL ON FIRE! i just tried to fix my painting i fucked up the first nite jamie and deb were here i tried to draw deb‘s boot, incorporate it into my medley painting, except i drew a hoof with a heel instead. painting wasted only works once in a blue moon. next time you come over i will tell you the E! true hollywood story behind the scenes of each one of my paintings, i’ll even do a british accent. i rate that 10 out of 10 for pathetic.
i have to make a second flickr set cos it is taking too long to load, here it is FOODOVERLOAD!
FOODRAYMI flickr set so far, still adding to it, don’t get fat now. i’m not even halfway close to finished adding to this set and there are over 500 pictures!
i love my mom.
hiding from the old people party downstairs.
she ALWAYS has to try on my finds.
oh this is real.
my mom’s blog is now private, email her at tkkerouac@gmail.com if you want an invite to read it.
here are all the places i visitted once i left the condo
shoppers to mail rizabeff‘s postcard i wrote several days ago, there was a lineup, i waited 20 seconds and some people collected behind me, then i left to tan, waited 5 minutes (since all the univeristy kids are back in town, no joke, they all inhabit my tanning salon, and, they are all dudes trying to extend their spring break/cuba tans and while it is annoying to have to wait a few minutes, sometimes 8, their using of the superbed heats the bulbs up for when i have a go and i think it is more effective for this guy) then supertanned for eight minutes. i tried to pay with a 20 i got out of the machine that had a good portion of itself missing, the tanning chick said sorry no, i pretended i didn’t know it was ripped. no biggie, at the video store renting 28 weeks later the girl took it because my eyes were so dazzling. then sashimi time, i got a small hot sake too and packed four pieces of the seared whatever it is for fil, some wasabi’d rice then went to the wine store to get a bottle of red and white for $6.45 each, nero brand?
then i went to try and mail that postcard again, but there was a line, so i walked out the in way and now i am home i just made fil listen to mariah carey’s fantasy with me, he asked why, i said because it is good, i think it can be considered oldschool if you ever had the experience of a grade eight class trip rollerskating night in quebec city, or you were in the now-defunct vice store on queen and it came on and this fabulous tiny gay guy danced all around you, then you’d get it, if not, then you are fil.
he got a new laptop btw, a *gasp* mac. i told him he got a mac because i don’t understand them and he can cheat on me easier. i DO understand them, i had to learn to navigate that bullshit when i worked at the women’s magazine and then at VICE once upon a time. it’s great for magazines, but i’m not a magazine.
this post is brought to you by sake.
i was thinking after my second cup of sake, that yeah i guess i am kind of weird, but at least i am good looking.
