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.
went to crooked star to catch katarina‘s art opening and meet her finally and her friends who are all very nice, she introduced us as from the internet, like it’s the country i am from haha. she has a wicked swedish accent that’s fun to make fun of. fingers crossed, i’ll have a show there come march/april.
the view from the side patio is phenom.
her stuff is up for the month so go have a look and buy something.
brmc fans are fucking dicks, dumb jocks and groupie poseur whores, the type of people who take glee in saying BRMC, needless to say the band is amazing live.
sorry noseface.
at first couldn’t be bothered to take pictures.
i was feeling sentimental, this is the first show we’ve been to in awhile alone at lamehaus, it brought back memories of the olden days driving in from oakville, we always hung around the couch area sigh sigh le sigh.
this is my sentimental face.
did they play love burns last nite?
my ass is disappearing.
i am reading the basketball diaries right now, i know you’ve seen the movie, but read the book it is quite enjoyable and there’s lots left out of the film that’s in the book.
pitt was late, stuck in traffic, so we shared a sausage and i finished doing my makeup in front of some classy baseball fans near the fountain.
last game of the season.
keith richards beer guy, total celeb, has a signature style of calling out ICE COLD BEER and everyone claps for him.
i was going to say these aren’t even worth stealing (highly doubt anything lost at the rogers centre is ever found or searched for so yes i can sleep at nite) but then i remembered pitt and his premature-aging and his poor wife having to look at miles of crow’s feet from his constant squinting so…
what’s going on neo?
hey rick james.
nice how it brings out the dark circles under your eyes.
on to the bedford, lets play who had what. chicken curry, pad thai, hamburger.
no no totally not greasy.
thank you present for samir.
yesterday i was a condo prisoner, no keys, so all i had was espresso and a handful of dorito crumbs, things were getting shaky there near the end. gues it’s time to give that thing a wash, i am the only one who does it.
then fil came home with sustenance.
you’d never be able to tell by how arty i made this look that it came from this:
i might not have to go to old navy because i discovered my other pair of black skinny jeans by reading my archives today 13/10 for being a fucking idiot. they fit pretty awesome now that i’ve lost weight we’ll see what the real deal is once i road test ‘em tonite.
being fattish and insecure this was the first time i posted pictures of myself in a making an effort to be a girl for once and some dicks said i was pregnant, it’s the style of dress, and now the entire world owns one like it and i am mailing it to elizabeth because she is nicer than you are and only wears stuff when it’s out of style. how come only assholes comment on this blog?
