coming sooooooon!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
a drunken tribute to
"ive seen people die when that was the last thing they wanted and ive seen people die because thats all they really wanted. If you think about it, people really do have the power to decide when they want to end their life..only sometimes.and the ones who make that decision really are pathetic. they wake up one day and decided "im done" , and some dont even physically die. some people are still living just without their soul, they die mentally. Some people decide to actually give up, when they are utterly finished. zombies are really a metaphor for these people who are just roaming the earth to kill the living. ..and my biggest fear is to love another person who is souless. ive been there once before and they literally sucked the life out of me. "
my combined person
if i had the magical power to combine my ideal people into one person that i could transform into.... HERE IS WHO I WOULD CHOOSE.im not saying i would do it, but these are just basically the people i admire the most. ill paint you a mental picture okay.
My person would have to have walked where Barbara Walters has walked as a great american journalist, yes i am a huge nerd. However if we can choose fictional characters id make barbara walters look like maddy brown from blood diamond. Jennifer Connolley is good looking enough for me and bonus she got to Leo Dicaprio to fall in love with her...hello. hmmm what else....oh yes the sex appeal, class and flirting skills of Miss Samantha Jones. Id probably want to have colin ferrall marry me too. As for the intellectual side of things, ive always wondered how jhonny depp thinks so his brain would do. or maybe i would be two people like tyler durden in my head. okay im done for now ill update it later
cheers
My person would have to have walked where Barbara Walters has walked as a great american journalist, yes i am a huge nerd. However if we can choose fictional characters id make barbara walters look like maddy brown from blood diamond. Jennifer Connolley is good looking enough for me and bonus she got to Leo Dicaprio to fall in love with her...hello. hmmm what else....oh yes the sex appeal, class and flirting skills of Miss Samantha Jones. Id probably want to have colin ferrall marry me too. As for the intellectual side of things, ive always wondered how jhonny depp thinks so his brain would do. or maybe i would be two people like tyler durden in my head. okay im done for now ill update it later
cheers
BEST CARRIE BRADSHAW LINES
( yes shes fictional but who cares)
" when life gets this confusing there is only one thing to do...attend a Fabulous Party"
" INFIDELITY is the new burnt orange"
" somewhere out there, there is a freak just like me who will kiss my three heads and make everything feel okay "
"my fear ate my sanity"
Sunday, March 29, 2009
walking with a stranger
My first tribute to sex and the city style journalizing, in a more poetic way you could say since I’m not working on getting anyone aroused. Just questioning in the human interaction department. enjoy
Deep deep deep in the annex forest of Toronto, there is a house. (scary movie soundeffect cue)A house among many, but this house was different…maybe because new forms of STDs and undiscovered fungi were growing among the hundreds of empty bottles of poison, sweating bodies, head banging music and flickering lights. If you don’t get the picture… it’s a university house party. I’ve just never experienced filth to that extreme(they wash themselves with dish soap for fucks sake) Anyways, as I stumble up the stairs with my “partners in crime” I get to the patio, start making my way through the crowd, and a thought crosses my mind…one that seems to cross my mind way to often…first “WHERE AM I”…second “how the hell did I get myself into this situation”. Usually after that small thought process… I just smirk to myself, hope for the best, say a prayer and take a few more shots.
But the night was going and going well with good conversation, good music, got into a few debates, all is cool cool.. Made my way back outside and smoking on the patio when I made eye contact with a certain individual. Its one of those moments where no matter how blurry the night was, you will always remember those 250 milliseconds that the motion around the two of you seemed to slow down for that split second. To be honest, nowadays what we call “ eye-fucking” is something that really isn’t sensual but is usually forced. When you have that accidental, genuine moment where you’re connected with somebody, it is rather orgasmic. It’s not something that can be compared to “eye fucking”, that’s just like faking an orgasm.
He asked me to go for a walk with him so I went. Roaming the streets of Toronto in the middle of the night with a complete stranger always intrigues me. But over that hour there are clips in my head that I wont forget for a while. Take a walk with a stranger sometime for an hour and they might be able to change the way you look at the world. I wish that I could take a walk with a stranger everyday if each one had the power to do that. I’d be a goddamn philosopher by the end of the fucking month. It is a very silly idea, don’t get me wrong, and it would never work like it did that night. The night didn’t end so well. No details but it did make me ponder.
We all have a certain degree of trust issues. My trust issues, especially with men, are fairly large. Therefore there is no way id be able to trust a male stranger, if it’s difficult to trust even good friends. So why did it mean anything at all to believe this gentleman and all the good, nice things he said? My usual reaction to compliments or pick-up lines is to consider anything coming out of their mouths to be bullshit. But I think some people have a gift when it comes to reading people. I can’t read people as well as id like to, I cant always tell if people are lying and I’m extremely pessimistic. But I think everyone has this sixth sense to be able to tell if someone they don’t even know, actually meant what they were saying in any state. You have to know what I’m talking about when I say you believe the bullshit coming out of the drunken bastards mouth because… you just know. Some things don’t need physical proof, you just know. The men I’ve fallen in love with or the friends I would die for, within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, I got that feeling of “knowing” they mean something or will in the near future.
Ladies and gentlemen, moral of the story, I don’t recommend trusting anyone…but I do recommend going with that gut of yours, going with your intuition, when it kicks in. You may feel that kick in your gut only a few times, you may have never felt it, or you may get it all the time, but whatever that mysterious feeling of certainty is, go with it…trust me.
Deep deep deep in the annex forest of Toronto, there is a house. (scary movie soundeffect cue)A house among many, but this house was different…maybe because new forms of STDs and undiscovered fungi were growing among the hundreds of empty bottles of poison, sweating bodies, head banging music and flickering lights. If you don’t get the picture… it’s a university house party. I’ve just never experienced filth to that extreme(they wash themselves with dish soap for fucks sake) Anyways, as I stumble up the stairs with my “partners in crime” I get to the patio, start making my way through the crowd, and a thought crosses my mind…one that seems to cross my mind way to often…first “WHERE AM I”…second “how the hell did I get myself into this situation”. Usually after that small thought process… I just smirk to myself, hope for the best, say a prayer and take a few more shots.
But the night was going and going well with good conversation, good music, got into a few debates, all is cool cool.. Made my way back outside and smoking on the patio when I made eye contact with a certain individual. Its one of those moments where no matter how blurry the night was, you will always remember those 250 milliseconds that the motion around the two of you seemed to slow down for that split second. To be honest, nowadays what we call “ eye-fucking” is something that really isn’t sensual but is usually forced. When you have that accidental, genuine moment where you’re connected with somebody, it is rather orgasmic. It’s not something that can be compared to “eye fucking”, that’s just like faking an orgasm.
He asked me to go for a walk with him so I went. Roaming the streets of Toronto in the middle of the night with a complete stranger always intrigues me. But over that hour there are clips in my head that I wont forget for a while. Take a walk with a stranger sometime for an hour and they might be able to change the way you look at the world. I wish that I could take a walk with a stranger everyday if each one had the power to do that. I’d be a goddamn philosopher by the end of the fucking month. It is a very silly idea, don’t get me wrong, and it would never work like it did that night. The night didn’t end so well. No details but it did make me ponder.
We all have a certain degree of trust issues. My trust issues, especially with men, are fairly large. Therefore there is no way id be able to trust a male stranger, if it’s difficult to trust even good friends. So why did it mean anything at all to believe this gentleman and all the good, nice things he said? My usual reaction to compliments or pick-up lines is to consider anything coming out of their mouths to be bullshit. But I think some people have a gift when it comes to reading people. I can’t read people as well as id like to, I cant always tell if people are lying and I’m extremely pessimistic. But I think everyone has this sixth sense to be able to tell if someone they don’t even know, actually meant what they were saying in any state. You have to know what I’m talking about when I say you believe the bullshit coming out of the drunken bastards mouth because… you just know. Some things don’t need physical proof, you just know. The men I’ve fallen in love with or the friends I would die for, within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, I got that feeling of “knowing” they mean something or will in the near future.
Ladies and gentlemen, moral of the story, I don’t recommend trusting anyone…but I do recommend going with that gut of yours, going with your intuition, when it kicks in. You may feel that kick in your gut only a few times, you may have never felt it, or you may get it all the time, but whatever that mysterious feeling of certainty is, go with it…trust me.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
great VIDEO - must see, coldplay
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4w7an00vGI
this video will hit home for a lot of you
soundtrack to my life...this month
coldplay - don't panic
garden state soundtrack
beautiful video
this video will hit home for a lot of you
soundtrack to my life...this month
coldplay - don't panic
garden state soundtrack
beautiful video
five things to do on a low budget..
low budget is an overstatement
when sneaking on the back of a streetcar is your only option because you dont have a goddamn twoonie, you know your lacking in the funds area. There are ways to live without 2 dimes to rub together believe it or not. people manage just fine...for example hmm look at "jesus christ praise the lord" man standing on the corner of young and dudas everyday. hes doing...fine...he is clinically insane but it could be worse. HERE AT PITMAN, we have not reached that level of insanity left, i still wear somewhat clean clothing and i only go insane for a few weeks of the year around exams. so here are the options weve come up with to entertain ourselves
1. shadow pupppets... okay thats a joke we only rent projectors and put together couches like a movie theatre and watch DARK NIGHT yesssssssssss
2. one brilliant idea was to get rodiculously high and go to the absolute pit of toronto, our very own Imperial pub ( the stairway is aids infested and they sell crack cocaine out of the alley) ... youd think it would be a wicked experience when your high....right? or scaring
3. skating or hockey on our pond...its cute
if you have like 10 bucks i recommend...
4. queen wests bistro 359 across from sneaky dee's has 8 dollar pitchers of rum and coke.... 4 ouzes each and yuk yuks has twoonie nights for students to go watch comedy.
5. for all you ladies out there who like to take advantage of drunk men in the non sexual way, you can go out, hope your looking damn good and even better to those with beer goggles and shcmoooooooze your way for booze. just make sure you dont get so silly that you end up going home with the desperate fuck you used in the first place. and giving out your REAL number 8 times in a night may or may not be the BEST idea...you will be stocked.
and for the men who just read that and are offended .....i apologize, not a personal recommendation...everyone uses everyone for something but its just harmless banter anyway.
if you have any better ideas feel FREE to let me know what i can do with my $2.75
cheers
when sneaking on the back of a streetcar is your only option because you dont have a goddamn twoonie, you know your lacking in the funds area. There are ways to live without 2 dimes to rub together believe it or not. people manage just fine...for example hmm look at "jesus christ praise the lord" man standing on the corner of young and dudas everyday. hes doing...fine...he is clinically insane but it could be worse. HERE AT PITMAN, we have not reached that level of insanity left, i still wear somewhat clean clothing and i only go insane for a few weeks of the year around exams. so here are the options weve come up with to entertain ourselves
1. shadow pupppets... okay thats a joke we only rent projectors and put together couches like a movie theatre and watch DARK NIGHT yesssssssssss
2. one brilliant idea was to get rodiculously high and go to the absolute pit of toronto, our very own Imperial pub ( the stairway is aids infested and they sell crack cocaine out of the alley) ... youd think it would be a wicked experience when your high....right? or scaring
3. skating or hockey on our pond...its cute
if you have like 10 bucks i recommend...
4. queen wests bistro 359 across from sneaky dee's has 8 dollar pitchers of rum and coke.... 4 ouzes each and yuk yuks has twoonie nights for students to go watch comedy.
5. for all you ladies out there who like to take advantage of drunk men in the non sexual way, you can go out, hope your looking damn good and even better to those with beer goggles and shcmoooooooze your way for booze. just make sure you dont get so silly that you end up going home with the desperate fuck you used in the first place. and giving out your REAL number 8 times in a night may or may not be the BEST idea...you will be stocked.
and for the men who just read that and are offended .....i apologize, not a personal recommendation...everyone uses everyone for something but its just harmless banter anyway.
if you have any better ideas feel FREE to let me know what i can do with my $2.75
cheers
modified sex and the city
being free in the city can be described as a mixture between broken social scenes "anthem's for a seventeen year old girl" and ram jams "black betty". Living with minimal commiments or emotional attchments,with no strings has been a new chapter. coming to a close on 6 months of "blurry" adventures and ive come to some conclusions....and some wild stories. for lack of a better word or description..."partying" as a lifestyle choice isnt as stupid as you would think. there is such thing as being an intellectual... with blonde hair and a high pitch voice and a partyer.
ive decided to start documenting some of these sex and the city sort of experiences. no names or dates or dirty details....well keep it PG...MAYBE PG13 if your lucky. because i dont want to embarass anybody.
but there are some things to be said. if your a procrastinator like myself and enjoy a laugh or short story instead of doing your accounting homework then enjoy.
cheers
ive decided to start documenting some of these sex and the city sort of experiences. no names or dates or dirty details....well keep it PG...MAYBE PG13 if your lucky. because i dont want to embarass anybody.
but there are some things to be said. if your a procrastinator like myself and enjoy a laugh or short story instead of doing your accounting homework then enjoy.
cheers
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