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.
OCTOBER 2006 ARCHIVES TIME.
oh man, being fat sucked.
BB gun/scary house party wasted at the cottage what else is new water is wet.
refrigeratorhead means:
mom i think i’m GETTING SHITZOED AGAIN!
this is what it feels like to have a bag of cat turds and litter on your head.
system of a downer.
the devil and daniel johnston review.
interview in a geurilla art mag.
still love it.
a poem by raymi.
talknig shit is way more interesting than bigging up some fluffhead.
pretty accurate.
fil camt to me!
moral of the story is: I AM THE NICEST MOST THOUGHTFUL PERSON IN THE WORLD.
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?
turkey duck chicken PIG not bacon.
YOU WHITE, PRIVILEGED, LAZY PIECE OF SHIT. AND YOU ARE THE REASON THAT WORLD WAR III IS HAPPENING.
Have you ever had an intelligence test done?
as a long time writer i don’t owe you shit.
christian slatered means violent superman flying, head-first through/down something.
his hair is wicked long now and in braids like he went to jamaica over the summer and he’s fatter.
you are fully allowed to plagiarize that for your grade eight daughter.
HEY DOODS THANKS FOR THE UNWARRANTED PSYCHO-ANALYSIS NOW IT’S MY TURN TO DO YOU!!
you just got patrick pitt’d!
bla bla bla nag nag nag me me me me
not to be a racialist or anything…
the moral ofthe story is: fil thinks he knows everything but he doesn’t.
REALISM so real.
i’m going as google for halloween.
do you want to buy this? it’s tiny and would look nice in your bathroom.
lindsay lohan’s vagina.
yay fil defender of the world.
i said who cares about school cos you have a hot body.
i didn’t want to lecture that dad cos his laugh was so awesome.
do you like me better cos i spell foetal with an ‘o’ ?
because you don’t have a life…
pad of multi-designed paper.
you can’t even grasp the total tiny of these pencils it makes me crazy looking at them.
refresh if you want to leave comments blast you haloscan!
this is how i felt after slow dancing with fil.
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!
uh right.
that’s not my bottle i don’t drink jack only disgusting punk bands who decide to gyrate my face during their shitty rock show, drink jack.
last nite the entire universe hit on me at the horseshoe, it’s cos i wore the success dress. who knew not dressing like a slob is powerful coupled with my long mermaid hair. i need to get ten more dresses like it in different colours oh i have to upload some pictures so i can share them and prove it to you guys in case you didn’t know this blog’s theme is PROOF. too bad every guy doing the hitting was on the closeted gay insanely wasted side. we went to some of nuit blanche stuff after the great lake swimmers show with erin and i met the singer and told him he was very johnny cash (at the church of the redeemer show, left out the part where i was asleep and crabby) and he said he would take it as a compliment i was trying v. hard to contain my creepy i was THIS CLOSE to saying i know all the words to all of your songs.
at nuit blanche in one building or other there were velvet ropes set up i think it was in the hart house (part of u of t yeah yeah i don’t know these things) and all these people were slow dancing and it was like a scene out of eyes wide shut so of course i made fil sway with me for a bit and people videotaped us then we went into the tiniest mini bar in the world i shouldn’t even bother explaining it with words art is just so ART MAN wow WOAH think about it etc haha for the rest of the day don’t read any words i put on my blog thank you. oh i was posing for fil and some guy comes up to me and asks if i am ok i said yeah sure he said well you look like you are going to take a dump. yeah hilarious one.
i used my first admirer to make this one skidaddle away, drunk loner roidheads are scary. later on outside these three non-violent skinheads came up in my face one was super aggressive, oh that’s nice you are racists but non-violent ones, way to make a difference.
people were lined up to go into a tent to see this and on our way out i tried to explain it to a girl who asked me if it was worth waiting in line, i said it was, BURN!
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i know this one is meant for me, haha.
i am sad because my friend’s husband died a couple days ago, i don’t want to say who, but he was the nicest fucking guy ever, he idled his car for me once somewhere in greenwich village so i could run sneak up behind this dude (who called me chunky) and dump an entire large cup of white castle soda on his head then he drove me all the way back to park slope. it was kind of his idea too, well i said it out loud and he encouraged it, despite being totally thirsty and not telling me he wanted to drink the pop pretty bad, nicest fucking guy. so so so sad.
sigh.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!
someone is happy to have us back.
