here is the lovely (and horribly jealous at the time) ashley..

showcasing my thrift find of a metallic leather bag with an odd pointless frontal feature in this beautiful montage (i guess?) of the photo variety.



does it not look like a casual version of nicole kidman for chanel? okay. probably not at all.

they didnt even have the normal sized ones

sometimes those asian corner store owners confuse me a little. i have never seen a hot sauce container this large. maybe i'm just not cultured. this thing was so dusty you could create little caverns by running your finger across it. oh well. if anyone needs a huge costco sized tub of frank's hot sauce, it's at a corner store on queen east.

so, this time

piss drunk roommate stumbles in at 4am. the stench is unbearable and i realize it's because it appears he has urinated himself. after stripping down and doing some sort of weird cabaret style dance (to which i snapped these photos), he went into the kitchen and stole a box of my kraft dinner and one of my popsicles (the blue kind, no less).



he has 'hassle free clinic' written all over him, no?

this is little you at the grocery store

i saw this walking down the street the other day in a window. what for? i don't know. but they should come out with domestic barbie and have this one as well as a breastfeeding one and a trying to find tampon before leakage occurs one.

where i want to live

just off queen east!

a fun game

if you work retail (in a large city like toronto where the asylum 'missing' lists are longer than the time you always have to wait for your shitty drug dealer), you probably meet some ridiculous ones. sure, she looked normal, but try to get this information out of a stranger in less than ten minutes and see how it works out for you.

strange lady:

1. used to have an eating disorder which had her at eighty five pounds (but she's 145 now so it's okay).
2. is a lesbian, but
3. has a "bear-like" german boyfriend who i could "never imagine her with" and whom she likes to put her leg over while they're sleeping, because
4. she's a belly sleeper but needs to have her leg up on something.
5. she no longer uses drugs, and listened to that "crappy electro" when she was "your age", but
6. is into music with more substance lately.
7. she never wants to have kids because she hates children and also
8. hates "breeders"
9. it's genetic in her family for their eyebrows to half-fall out at an early age, so she
10. uses orange eyeshadow and an angle brush to put fill them in.
11. she's over piercings, but kindof wants her septum done.
12. her german mammoth boyfriend is a good cook.

i could go on. and when i asked her why she's with some hairy german when she's a lesbian?

"i know! it's crazy, isn't it?"

not as crazy as you are. be cautious with your customer service. oh, and orange v-bangs? she looked like she just left the set of a low paid commercial for tang. trying to puncture the goth market.

what are they good for attached?

i made a beautiful piece of jewelry the other day. apparently it's not appropriate for daywear.



chain: home hardware
attachment pieces: home hardware
baby limbs: active surplus

out of them, you can take shots, stash drugs, or put all those little loser papers you have with your phone number and cool nickname your pal gave you in grade six printed on them so you'll have them ready to give out to your next unsuspecting (probably due to wishful thinking) victim.

i'm not!

so, i understand that sometimes you don't like your picture taken if you know the camera is digital and the pictures have the potential to be posted on the internet for millions (who are we kidding? Like, three people will look at them unless you've pimped out your myspace and have six html'd "add me"s ready to be bulletined) to see. but really, do we need the violence? people have already seen your tumour removal scar and your oddly shaped clavicle. can't be much worse right?







you'll only stay mad for a little while, i'm sure. at least i didn't discuss the ensemble (although perfect for the occasion).