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.
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..
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.
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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.
i just spent the last hour fighting in email with my friends about paris hilton and tonite and what to wear and can i dress like raymi signature slob style or not though i’m guessing not and the plan is to get her to make out with fil so i can take pictures for my blog short of that get her to make out with me for my blog and instant fame. the seduction plan is to tell her how clever she is and how i know she is hamming up the girly routine, tell her she is pretty, follow it up with calling her an intellect, compliment her shoes, give her some sort of japanese trinket, tell her she handled d. letterman perfectly, then shove fil at her or liam titcomb, turn on camera, and wait.
yeah right, i will be 5 shades of wasted wearing 4 pairs of beer goggles, and i won’t even know what planet i am on.
i was on a tv shoot all day since 9am as an extra, i played a hipster, it’s for a show a new show i dunno what i can or cannot talk about, anyway samir directs, it was neat, an art show then a rock show i was in background dancing and being pretentious, pictures tomorrow i have a wicked headache. i got to wear the success dress too. leafs game tonite + antm. tomorrow there is a music video shoot but i am backing out too bagged, i’ll do the friday part instead and yay jamie/deb come to town friday oh fuck and there’s that launch party tomorrow nite that maybe paris hilton will be at this post would have more name-dropping in it if i were less zonked sorry. i will share my hipster shit-talking stories with y’all tomorrow i’m convinced no one knew who i was and i didn’t share my blog url so i can just let ‘er rip. the rock show part was hilarious and i danced like a fucking idiot, basically how i always dance.
