email from my mum.
Did you and Phil say I need new winter tires. Will you all buy me some? I could die in a snow storm and then who would you have to torment?
October 19, 2005
my new obsession is spying on women who knit things and discuss knitting sweaters for their babies and tiny little knitted wombs.
ok well i think that i’ve done all my chores and obligations for today so now i’m going to hit that left over wine and watch closer and pretend that i am witty like clive owen. oh and i am also having a good hair day today.
and all the tattoo girls at the coffeeshop hate me because they are three feet tall and i am an amazon and i always pay in nickels and dimes and i always ALWAYS always look fucked up. and they all have crushes on fil and i am his evil witch girlfriend.
NYUH nyuh NYuHHHHHHHHHHHH!
ps. this is what the cover of my next book looks like. also that painting will be for sale at canzine.
October 18, 2005
raymi says:
http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/ her site is redesigned now
Jamie says:
“everyone’s reading it”
Jamie says:
i’m listening to her stupid podcast
Jamie says:
i stopped
Jamie says:
it was boring
raymi says:
“I write for TNPS, Maxim, and SNAG magazine as a columnist. I also give talks about blogging, because someone killed the oldest blogger and made me the ultimate expert. You can invite me to events as media, and if I liked it I will blog it! Tempt me with the latest products and invite me to the greatest parties!!”
raymi says:
i didnt know she wrote for maxim
Jamie says:
she can barely speak english
raymi:
i speak english and i don’t write for maxim
Jamie says:
her writing is lame
Jamie says:
how the hell does she write for anybody??
Jamie says:
“I feel very poor thing coz I haven’t eaten the whole day!! And there is nothing at home to eat except Maggi Mee, which, believe it or not, I feel too lazy too cook.”
Jamie says:
genius
raymi says:
i know
raymi says:
fuck
Jamie says:
maybe she writes for Maxim-China or something
Jamie says:
that’s the kind of garbage that makes me embarrassed to have a blog
raymi says:
i dont understand half the shit she is talking about
Jamie says:
i know
Jamie says:
it’s gibberish
Jamie says:
broken engrish
Jamie says:
you should write a blog in Chinese
raymi says:
i already do
Jamie says:
hahahhahaHAHAHHAAHA
ok so october 30th is closely upon us and as you know i will have a table at this thing and so will noel. i will have some copies of dear raymi and some art and i will also be selling print-outs of my new book MARKETABLE DEPRESSION that’s not yet published, and of course i’ll sign shit if you want it.
it goes from 1-7pm.
last nite this fat scraggily-haired woman plunked herself down in front of the megatouch machine for hours and hours so i sat at the other end of the bar and tried to make her feel middle class by scowling at her the entire time but she didn’t even notice so i drew moustaches and penises and cum stains on every person in the toronto sun and got sloshed on red wine.
and i was forced to make conversation with fil and martin but eventually i got over myself and babbled on and on but mostly made fun of fil and i pronounced ferrari like far-harrhi no matter how many times i said it i fucked it up.
tonite is band practise. people get annoyed when i call it that and then they say “one time, in band practise….” and i feel like punching them in the face, ha ha that’s funny and original and no one has ever fucking said that before. dink. i guess it should be called jam? or rehearsal? whatever.
i read some of my blog in my friend’s blackberry last nite and i found that without the photos and my text all scrunched together-like, man i am pretty retarded-sounding.
