kind of punky brewster right now, i told fil i felt eccentric he went oh great.

i am wearing a skirt as a shirt.










we are bigger star wars fans than you are because we live with an ewok.




we are having jerk pork tenderloin (half price!) for dinner tonite then i discovered this hot sauce fil got as a gift that we haven't tried yet (only after fil marinated the pork in jerk sauce). it's soooo good. (i have a bit of a tummy ache now though) i used it in lieu of tabasco for my caesar. ps. the smirnoff caesars are better than the mott's ones because they're free of all those chemicals, they're really pure and clean tasting and then you can just add your own heat to 'em. oh we also got a 14 pack of honey garlic sausages for half price too, if you were ever wanting to blogspot us at loblaws check near the discount meats dude, fil haunts that section like a banshee.

Hi Raymi,

I'm sure you get a ton of these emails every day and this is nothing different but maybe you will read this anyway and put up with my craziness for a second?

Also, it's 5pm and I'm on my thirs glass of Baja Rosa which for some reason knocks me on my ass.

Thats how I managed to get up the nerve to write you.

I know, crazy!

I don't know what I really want to say other than... wow, you are a really impressive lady. Obvious physical stuff aside I'm so impressed with your blog and I just finished reading Marketable Depression and they're both inspiring. In your book, I really liked the story about the boy and the autistic girl... except the ending but maybe clichéd endings were what you were trying to convey? I am too drunk right now to really think about it but seriously your creativeness and how you manage to make everything you've done and every random thought you seem to have is a skill I wish I had.

I'm moving to Toronto in a few months... I've been living in Hamilton which blows and I'm originally from Winnipeg which is only slightly better. Anyway since I am moving I hope to maybe make it to one of your parties or even check out your stuff at the Crooked Star if it's still there by the time that I am living there and have time to visit.

I almost went to Blockstock and Ramioke but wussed out because I am afraid to meet you and have you think I am idiot. I know, right? The fact that I am drunk-emailing you should be enough to back up that fact but whatevs. I am drunk and sounding pretentious now so I should probably end it.

You remind me of alot of the people I used to know. Cool, adventurous, bold, creative...

Eugh now I sound like I'm kissing your ass.

See why I didn't do this before? Haha.

Lame.

Keep blogging and kicking ass!

-Alys



i love "fanmail" i really do dont feel embarrassed
i am going to blog your email

you sound really nice and sweet and fun
i would love to meet you
send me your picture

wow wine already
i guess you took'er easy last nite
i wont be able to drink again for at least 3 more hours
and then it will only be a couple brews to feel normal again

how old are you and what do you do

i plan to have another art show/party in a year, my stuff will be taken down feb 6 also having a party that nite

i didnt know how to end the autistic girl story so i just killed them off
i got lazy
ha

your pal raymi
dont be no stranger

this is the most disgusting thing i have heard in a long time.







Jamie: it was good -- tiny, too, though
all those fancy places always have small portions

me: gay
art is for looking at
food is for eating
pretentious
next time i go to a place like that ill eat a hamburger somewhere else first to fill up, then order a minimalistic whatever on some huge retarded white plate then rearrange everything on the plate and send it back and say F to the waiter, pass it on to the chef

Jamie: ha

me: you know how they pile everything on top of each other, stacked
spread it all out
or move it all to the left
this is why i dont have friends

Jamie: you have a million friends

me: real friends
ones that would tolerate that

Jamie: tolerate it? ha, i would encourage it

...

jamie: i wasn't thinking of you specifically when i made that 25 year old comment

He thought Deborah was being melodramatic the way a young girl might get about her 25th birthday. “How old are you?” he asked.

me: well i will be 25 soon
way to rob me of the significance

Jamie: but you know, a 50 year old will make fun of a 35 year old who complains about getting old

me: it sucks being the youngest out of everyone cos they always shush u when u moan about getting older

Jamie: it's all relative

me: like one day ill wake up and be 40
but then i remember oh right im the youngest BURN

+++

new verb.

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh i need a cheeseburger.



"marge, make a pot of coffee, drink it, then start making burgers."



fil needs that jacket so that i can make fun of him until the end of time for it. gill generously reminded us all about this last nite:





grand analog.




major maker.



i have two great stories to share later when i regain some of my marbles. one story involves a dude cartwheeling from the dance floor into two chicks and the other story involves me crying in the green room. yes even i am still amazed by my continuous ability at reaching new lows.







thanks to me, we listened to a guns 'n roses CASSETTE i dug out of a box and once i figured out how to rewind then fast forward and rewind it again we listened to patience ten million times.





spooky nitetime steamwhistle brewery.




i'm like, why is there a bra here? oh right. ok WHY is there a jock strap here?







see the guy in the old man plaid hat the same as mine? he made me cry. booze might have assisted in that too.








nice salt 'n pepa joke gill.




another one of my favourite things to discuss with lindy every time i see him is how great it is that one of major maker's videos has captured fat raymi and time capsuled her for ever and ever and no it does not make me bitter at all.



oh yeah i did my signature look what i can do move where i have a full pint or bottle of beer and i double 360 degree rotate/twirl it from my right hip inward then back up and over my head but this time i did it for strangers and sloshed it all over the floor every time which of course inspired me to try again to PROVE i could spill more beer everywhere.

SEACREST OUT!