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?
e.t.’s arm moved up and down and there was a recording of yoda and e.t.’s voice grunt talking/communicating with each other. noel and i have been exchanging some emails about nuit blanche and basically decided that the scotiabank involvement is a good opportunity to get a grant/funding to do something really spectacular for next year. noel said this:
i rode along queen and through trinity, and i saw one art thing that was actually art, and not some dude dj’ing, or some random video carelessly projected on a sheet. i hear this year was more popular, but far less decent art-wise.
fake yawn landing.
i was cold so i polski’d it up a bit.
somehow this fat guy is art and the other people dressed up too, the little guy on the bench got down and hugged the fat guy, everyone took turns standing with their backs to us. holy fucking BEYOND! i have a suggestion for next year’s performance, you can title it: NOT a last minute idea. or i can come by and barf on you guys?
does anyone know anything about the old navy’s skinny jeans are they worth going to eaton centre for? or have i just been effectively seduced by the commercial and skinny models? i figure that by the time old navy copies and sells a trend, it’s perfected because it’s been kicking around awhile.
jamie close your eyes and scroll down for three seconds, if you are reading this please, thank you.
jamie and deb are visitting next week for canadian thanksgiving and jamie’s birthday, this is his present. i already told him anyway.
new legwarmers, sigh. i just got some wicked cut-eye (for wearing them) on the patio at the bedford by some old bag and her cunty daughter, too annoyed to go more into detail.
my cool people don’t dance at concerts message i left ages ago at the horseshoe enraged people so much they scratched it out instead of markering over it.
i think i know who the black sharpie is, way to go crazyland.
yes thank you for reminding me what a square looks like, i totally forgot everything i ever learned in preschool.
the mini bar.
they served mini drinks too like tea party sized everything!
