i bought that shirt in case i work at a home hardware again. it looks like i am posing but i’m not, that’s how i play the guitar because i am what rock and roll is, and you aren’t.

i am eccentric in case you forgot.

jamie blogged last nite’s events.

a kid i went to highschool with and was in some of my classes, hung himself a couple days ago, he was schizophrenic/bipolar. maybe he’s out of his misery now. sad. knew him since kindergarden, though i can’t put a face to him, i don’y have my yearbook cos i didn’t bother having my picture taken, or buying it. anyway. what do you say to something like that, oh i guess i’ll put up some pictures of my clothes now? life goes on, some of you little guys are young and depressed and lonely, talk to someone, don’t kill yourselves.

this PSA is brought to you by aunt raymi.

in other news, last nite was a gongshow.

new/vintage dress!

today’s video was for elliot brood, the song oh alberta.

wendi is in it too, she plays a forlorn divorcee barfly, that’s the drummer steve.

lookin’ tired.

porno pearls.

these are the kinds of bathroom graffiti conversations i like to see, keep it simple guys.

almost tried it on, didn’t bother once i went inside.

veggie burger art.

casper the party kid.

my glasses broke, my jewbag ones. sigh. oh well i bought a new dress, shirt and jackety shirt on lunch break. the shoot was fun and i drank beer at like noon, everybody was, it was at the dakota, my part is disenchanted barfly who gets up and leaves i think my walking was really real! all i can think about is my new dress right now sorry i have to go into the bedroom and look at it for a few minutes BRB!

i have to make more room on my laptop so i’m putting videos up on my youtube if you are a bored loser with lots of spare time go watch some.

for example, here is a video of me performing a skill i learned from cheerleading, a drill, and this is a sampling of the mental what was last nite at CiRCA.

guess who is wearing the succees dress AGAIN! for today’s shoot i have to dress 1920s so there. i am wearing pearls and a light pink fuzzy librarian sweater and my bangs are swept up, i am supposed to be a barfly, what a stretch. there was talk that me and fil were going to play mounties, can you imagine. i’d leave in costume and then go out drinking as a mounty all nite long then go have pancakes and fight crime. jamie and deb will be here at 8, can you guys email me if you want to meet them and hang and make me look like i have friends, do you want to do karaoke tonite or tomorrow?

cid spilled my melted ice water all over my cellphone in the nite, we switched his food to tuna and figure the more salt makes him thirsty so he licks the outside of the glass condensation haha you bought that it was melted ice water, try melted ice water WHISKEY!

circa “vip” nite thank you for reminding me why i don’t go to clubs, not the club specifically itself, that was fine, but the people and the noise and the uh i am a grandmother now i guess. why do i have the feeling that it was the old sega playdium?

my thoughts on circa are, it was hell, but if you’re into clubs, it is the one for you. you aren’t allowed to leave for a butt and on yer way out if there was a fire you would be trampled and die, maybe they’ll iron out the kinks soon.

yawn.

there’s a lot going on, three floors, didn’t see it all, close though, just too many try-hards in your face and the higher you climb the hotter it gets. i was a dance machine for a little while there, as much as clubs blow i make the best of it i remember saying ok i never come to these things i am not having a good time i am fucking dancing, NOW.

look it’s that hissy fit whoever the fuck it is queen.

this “chick” demanded her foto taken then asked if we wanted her name uh sure yeah i said well do you have a card, no? ok well i don’t have a pen, google circa. DON’T DEMAND A FOTO THEN YOUR NAME AND NOT HAVE A CARD I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE.

there’s more i’ll put up later if you care.

pre-drinks.

liam’s crepe.

dinner.

fil had a falafel but…

i turn my head for two seconds and he eats all my rice.

here’s some email love.

I just wanted to share these words I told Phil!

Dude I am sorry but I just admire your relationship with Raymi, I had been writing lyrics and lately you guys came into retrospect. By your body language in your guys pics and gestures is simply breath-taking. I admire you guys for being so close.. it’s awesome and simply indescribable, u 2 were meant to be, Just remember she is the most delicate flower you will ever pick! I love what you guys have going, cheers to U both! True love is hard to find man! Congrats! I will use your guys love as an influence! Love you guys and respect you both immensely!

Tu amigo,
Juan Pellicer Orts

P.s.
U guys are simply beautiful, I too yearn for a relation as you both have.. everyday.. I look ..and look

this guy is a HUGE myspace/blog fan

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Hi Lauren,

As you already know, I, as so many, love and adore you as a person, although I don’t know you personally, and your blog. I was in a car accident in the begining of august, that was life shattering. The past few months have proved to be filled with a lot of trials with a few tribulations hidden in there. Since being home from the hospital, I’m still bed & wheel chair ridden. But that isn’t why I’m writing you, I’m writing you to tell you that through this time, that i’ve been home, and able to use my lap top to try and pass some time, your blog, as proven before, brightens my day so much lauren. It has become my favorite pass time. Although I don’t usually leave comments, I’m always reading, and you are one of the few things that can put on a smile on my face right now. I want you to know that you make a lot of differences in peoples life, that you may not even know about… You deserve to know it. Keep on keepin’ on, and I promise I’ll try to do the same..

Love you,

Lisa xo

join team blogslayer you losers!

all this and more can be yours. click on the products to see an enlarged image of the graphic, it’s much clearer, flickr turned it into a warbly jpg. i dropped prices on lots of junk too y’all!

ps. there is a blog party on october 26/27 or somewhere around there so you might want to order a shirt right now, i just did.

wakin’ up at 7.30am is harsh for this guy! background work is hard too, standing around sitting around smoking cigarettes listening to young people try and figure out the difference between a scenester and a hipster, i chimed in that a hipster is a poseur and didn’t offer a definition for scenester. then i went back to reading my basketball diaries. i had to cover up my arm pit sweat stains with my long hair so my character’s inspiration was snotty hair flipping bitch during the art show scene and then wasted rock party dancer for the band scene, not at all a stretch. autographs in the lobby dudes.

The quintessential pop culture network, IFC offers a stellar lineup of exclusive series that delve into the worlds of filmmaking, comedy and music. Cock’d Gunns (Nov.) is an unflinching rockumentary series about the worst band you’ve never heard of. Led by the brothers Van Gunn (Reggie and Dick), Cock’d Gunns could become the biggest band in the world. The only things holding them back are a total lack of work ethic, songs, a record deal, talent, and legions of fans.

this show is called cock’s gunns, you will die when you see this scene. these guys are called fags in wheelchairs.

then uncle fil picked me up and whisked me away into the sunset and rush hour traffic and pizza.