We’re all still v happy about the rug here. Rug town.

Post dinner drunk celebratory gingerbread house grocery shop. I love dancing and buying retarded shit in my finest, don’t you?

I don’t wear this jacket much so when I do I make damn sure to capture it, Tyra Banks now owns one too, after Kate Middleton bited me, who is next? Half of my tv interview last night was me talking about my stupid fucking jacket omfg what an idiot I couldn’t stop myself I either blew it hard or slam dunked hail mary hallelujah swished it. Lulz. Cramming your entire life in to ten minutes, when ALL of it is insane material makes you motor mouth like the micro-machine man except It’s Charlie Sheen talking in the vessel of Courtney Love (one of the interviewers said that, sigh). Kids, if you haven’t been paying attention regarding hype and larger than lifeness in blogging and you aren’t bringing it, I’d close your blogs down now. No one’s reading it. They’re all reading insane things or not reading at all, they’re tumbling at 95 miles per hour ADHD super street wicked cool perverse pop culture things. Or Facebooking kids to death (last year’s Simpson’s Xmas show quote). Sorry I don’t know why this is turning out like the Editor’s letter in an insane asylum magazine, but there it is. Ditva Von Teese shops in heels and hosiery all the time apparently. TO THE NINES GALS! Older Libvillian broads were looking me up and down deliciously, jealiciously. This is the most expensive jacket I have ever bought on Holt Renfrew’s dime by way of Crystal Light. When Stacey Mckenzie saw me walk in she goes, is that a SMYTHE blazer? Like it was important? I should have said hi when I jogged passed her two days ago, I am a shy loser.

Good omen.

Bunny Angora is coming over to collect her strippin’ money and I said if she wasn’t in a hurry she could help me make this. EXCELLENT! I kind of want to combine all this together like a Pee Wee Herman nightmare but I don’t think it would work out plus we ate half the candy last night on the couch ha ha. The train is for my dad so we’ll see how that turns out. I need a fancy plate.

Were already in the eastish end so went further to the Danforth to Allen’s and I thought I was hallucinating when I saw that blackened potato salad wasn’t on the menu, but it was, phewf. I never allow myself to have potato so this was a special treat. I want this recipe. Also had capon wings. It was pouring rain and cozy back there, Teacher’s shirt matched the table cloth. Baha.

And the green room was totally green, were they being comedians there or what?

Gay date man bar. And older than fifties book club maybe secret lesbians (that part I made up cos I saw one woman doing googoo eyes hilariously to this one little bird of a woman with her, over wine) I know it’s a gay man bar cos this one smokin’ hot couple that I aligned myself with so that I could have a staring contest with one of the guys did not look at me once but SO at Teacher.

ps. that’s on mad rotate right now. Blog title lyric comes from this song. I just love her.

We used the stir sticks from our drinks and pretended we were wizards making up Harry Potterish words, then I wore my black scarf like a cape and with my stupid owl shirt and the candle, it really pushed it over the edge then Teacher said I was embarrassing myself and I pretended to give a fuck. Embarrassing? I am Raymiing out over here dude. Then we got on the DVP in the wrong way and had to drive north for a bit, in the downpour, it was comical despite rage-inducing turned right around back again at the Danforth and all over again start the treck back to our neck of the woods. HEhehh. We might both be getting sick too. I probably have rickets.

Like I said I make sure to capture this jacket. In vanity bulbs no less.

Didn’t know what to expect so I youthened it up by culling from my dressing-hipster-by-numbers emergency accessory kit: suspenders. They actually keep my pants up! I do not like belts.

I like whips. Equestrian whips. Dominatrix allusions, from belt to whips. Follow along now.

Posin’ by a flower is WHAT RAYMI WOULD DO in a situation like this. I had to blast my nerves away. Just give them the Raymi. Ha.

My Little Pony is one of my style inspirations. Now that my roots are coming in I wear my hair down everyday til they’re done so I look like a Fabio Unicorn.

The battle is never won.

My phone is acting up maybe because I email myself too many pictures? Ha. So that’s all for now folks. What’s up?