good ol'fashion nightmare

chris pesto is funny and gay!

chelsea handler is not funny and straight!


push it to the limit

i am reading an "adult" novel...

tiny wells

another good flick of the weekend was Welcome to 18. It was actually terrible, but I loved it. It's about 3 babes that get out of high school and go looking for a wild summer on the water. Highlights include:
- having underwear ready in the glovebox to throw at boys that drive by
- playing poker against one another for make-up
- courtney thorne-smith asking for a coke at the bar and getting a baggy and losing her shit

The Zoo Gang & Welcome to 18, both highly recommended.


you make me wanna shout!

totally just pulled a:
(the haircut at work not wrist slit)

peanut butter oven

if my throat doesn't feel better soon i'm going to go fucking apeshit. i already kind of am. it's not even a sore throat it is the taste of ROTTING that accompanies it. i'm also going to lose my mind if my hair doesn't start growing to how i want it to. every other girl still looks like a total babe when their hair is in the "awkward grow-out stage" NOT FAIR.
it is insanely retarted that my baby sister is in toronto and that AA are taking all of her time. she can't even get ONE BEER. i am excited to go buy some 2$ gotchies and socks tomorrow though. not going to lie.
i think i might be having another quarter life crisis. the first one i landed working in a sinutab factory in brockville. i'm terrified how this one is going end up. maybe it's just going to end though and all mind fucks will just bury themselves away for my 3/8's life crisis, 1\2 life crisis, 3/4 life crisis blah blah blah.
oh yeah and all the fuckers that work at the toronto humane society and didn't realize something was TERRIBLY WRONG should never work again and get eaten by rabid cats. like they should end up like that lady that got her face pulled out by that child chimpanzee or something.
on a positive note: happy birthday to meli. can't wait for beers at dunn right with the best girl!


90% of me is you.

I get to see my sister this weekend because of ----


cross yer fingers

das ah riot

Today I bought some Lusti Professional Hair Styling Gel. It comes in a giant tub and was only $2.99. It's going to be my new style while growing my hair out.
There's a colour code for this gel. I would have liked pink (normal, for my first gel experience), but they only had brown, blue and clear.
The legend goes as follows:

Blue - Firm
Clear - Super
Yellow - Ultra
Pink - Normal
Brown - Protein
Green - Aloe Vera


make a list of who we need

this is the only song I will ever karaoke too:


yeah, you'll leave. but you won't get far.

i realllly like tweeting. i wish i could find more friends on there.




jfm brought me to the jessica jensen launch at the thrush holmes empire last weekend. he made her promotional video seen here. I ate about a million yogourt covered craisins and got shitfaced on white wine. some girl attempted to fashion blog jesse & I but seemed to give up after not getting a good shot (chubby girls look chubbier on film. deal). this is someone taking a photo of that attempt (lolz):

in other news look how much thursday RULEZ...

I currently have two cats (obviously, I'm obsessed with them) and love having pets so much. Unlike most I like little dogs a lot but was sad I could never have one cause someone I live with has major allergies to the cats and pretty much anything you can be allergic to. I was looking up hypoallergenic small dog breeds today and am now happy again because one day I can have this lil guy (who knew poodles could be so cute?):


i could do this forever

I'm so confused.
Potential party, $$, fancy livin', or this low key, figuring it all out, poor homelife? HELP!
In either case, I'm going back to my roots and remembering why and becoming re-obsessed with dolls. The first one I would like to get is a un-reinforced wax doll, preferably made by John Edwards (I could never afford this) - his look like they're in a dream or something. She's pretty, but not great (left).
Or I would settle for a kewpie doll (right). I've had little replicas in my life, but never a REAL kewpie.
I may be losing it.


cheaper than the beer

I wonder if I'll ever have a job where I get a business card again in my life. I miss saying "... here, take my card".
I'm now working in an office 2 days a week with Tim McCready at 159 Manning. So if you have anything you want done or wanna talk "shop" I'm in WORK zone approximately 16 hours a week. You can email me at my *new* email address with any inquiries -
Next week I will be adding a few more hours on to thee old work weeknwhen I start working at the Penny Arcade. Penny Arcade is the best vintage store in Toronto, owned by the sweetest babe in town, and I am very excited to be a part of it. I work Thursdays - come visit, I will probably be steaming or eating.


sweeeet virginia

These are both insane delicious.
If I had both of them in one sitting with a diet pepsi I would die and go to heaven.

meadows of silence

Before Nuit Blanche I was sitting at home alone bored with the cats. I walked by Jesses bookshelf and a bright spine grabbed my eyes so I picked it up. I ended up sitting for the next few hours reading The Moustache and drinking Sleeman Light (not so great). The Moustache is a book of memories by Greg Curnoe's best friend George Bowering. Greg was an avid bicyclist, an (pop) artist and was the founding member of the Nihilst Spasm Band. George is a novelist and poet. When Greg was 56 he was biking in London ON and some asshole wasn't paying attention and smashed into him and the other people he was biking with. He was the only one that died. To remember Greg, George sat down every night and wrote down a memory he had of his good friend, then compiled them in to the book modeled after The Orchard by Harry Matthews. I really never want to lost someone I love enough to write a daily thought about, but when it does happen, it seems like it would help a lot.

(self portrait)

Examples of George, on Greg:

I remember one time that Greg and I drove over to Paris, Ont. I was fascinated by Paris, Ont. It was halfway to Hamilton, where David McFadden lived. I had introduced Greg to McFadden. Why not? Several other artists and writers were expressing interest in Paris, Ont. at the time. It had a neat railroad trestle, something like Lethbridge’s, but smaller. Eventually the poet Nelson Ball moved to Paris, Ont. I said whimsically that I would like to live there. It is a pretty little Ontario town. Greg wanted me to move there so we could have the Paris-London Correspondence.

I remember that Greg Curnoe in my imagination, when we werent around each other, was always about a centimetre shorter than I was, but when we were together it looked to me as though he was about a centimetre taller than I was.

I remember that Greg Curnoe liked the word rotten. That's a rotten painting, he would say. What a rotten movie. Greg Curnoe was a rotten correspondent. He always owed me a letter. He would telephone and say there, I dont owe you a letter, or he would telephone and say sorry, I guess I still owe you a letter. When he did write a letter it was a kind of jibe, a twelve-page letter in various pens and pencils on various hotel letter heads. He always did that fast painterly printing instead of a scrawly script. His letters looked something like the writing he liked to put on his paintings. He was a rotten correspondent, but he was a beautiful letter-writer.


shine on you crazy diamond

Last week Becky and Uncle Howie went to New York City to pick up Sasha and go on some j-dates. They brought me back a chocolate bar. It was the most delicious, beautiful chocolate bar I have ever had. I don't have much of a sweet tooth (or so I claim) but I do enjoy good dark chocolate. The bar they brought me back was made by the Mast Brothers of Brooklyn. Loving this Dark Chocolate and Salt & Pepper (sea salt, tellicherry pepper) I looked up these brothers and turns out they are really cool babes. Rick is a musician, and Mark is in to financing the arts.


you cried me.

One time I was in New York and my friend Todd brought me to a venue underneath a cupcake place and this band was playing that blew my mind.
They were called Screaming Females.
A little bird told me recently they were playing at a new venue in Toronto on Friday, October 2nd and I was so excited. It's called the Garrison and it's on Dundas and Ossington. I haven't been excited about a show in a long time and here it was, the best show, coming in the next week. This little bird also suggested that with some emails and winks I could probably make this my absolute dream show by getting the BEST band RatTail on the bill - and it worked!

So this FRIDAY OCTOBER 2nd at the GARRISON come pay $5 and see a really good show.


Oh and also check out this amazing post my friend Dan did on the Rats.


because I want to

low bronze plz.

(raf simons 4 dr marten)


loves a blow

pals new videos:

& cute


you can fly baby, bye bye bye

nicole's really good at drawing. this is her new site.


embarrassed to ask your name

my blog is named after a book by Michelle Smith and her husband (and former psychiatrist) Dr. Lawrence Pazder that came out in 1980. The best-seller chronicles the doctor recovering memories of satanic abuse performed on said Michelle in Victoria B.C. at the age of five in the 70's. Though the book ended up being discredited, it's definitely a good read (think Million Little Pieces, all bullshit but entertaining none the less).
I couldn't find a copy of it for some time, but now I've been given all three different covers.


come inside where it's ok

my good friends Ben & Noelle tied the knot last weekend.
best couple, best wedding, best time.


i won't do your dishes boy

today I went to HONEST ED'S for the first time ever. VHS were a quarter.
I got: