the girls:
parties last weekend in sauble. parties weekend prior in brantford. haha i like how in the pic im a loner blonde. i kinda dig playing that role. the 'dumb blonde' farce actually gets you far in life. people think youre dumb, they confess a lot to you.......... that is why pam anderson is slowly taking over the world.
we are about to find out, full reveal and spoiler, hook line and sinker, that shes got an IQ higher than Mozart. then what?
id place my money on that
ugh i hate this city. good weekend though:
the boys:
me and some dood, whatvs:
this 'some dood' owes me moochos pictures. from sauble this part weekend, too, dangsville.
wha the hel?
um by counting the extra 4:03 minutes? comon even the cool kids are trying hard now to be uncool its the new cool i am cool.
i want to know where theseself important rejects get off taking their dogs to yoga 'doga' what the heeeelllllllll
sure my dogs will one day serve as my surrogate children as it were, but please- do their chakrahs need be balanced?
people will say anything when their hand is in your pocket.
today's forecast is long term trend of denial, followed up by isolated bouts of resentment .
void.
broke sunglasses. taped them like dork. wrote 'i rock' to emphasis and DRAW attention to the tape. why hide behind some important facade????????????
fuck you and your pretentious brand name too good for everything throw away society.
bring on the duct tape
bust out thegranny panties
umm whats that you WERENT in toronto partaying (so 1990s) it up for cyn's 26th bday? what you werent orcestra centre seating at dirty dancing, either?
what?
wow it really DOES suck to be you, huh?
cyn and i can only be friends now with people who despise crackwhorebook. wait or is that.... something-book..... a part of the body./. oh right, the sin that dare not speak its name: face ... boo ... k
we're starting an exclusive EXCLU-SIVE club. for people who loathe every fibre of the online networking ad-space, privacy sell out crack inducing industry.
guess what- we wont communicate online (am i a hypocrite b/c of my blog? nay, ) guess what else all the members get togetehr in PERSON and DO STUFF and GO OUTSIDE and not try to see and be seen. we dont gget obsessively consumed- and guesss whats more:
the goal of our times spent together is not: OMG LIKE TOTALLY I NEED TO POST THESE ON FACE BARF
OMG SEND ME THESE SO I CAN COMMENT ON HOW DRUNK I FUCKIN AM
OMG LETS FACE BARF THESE RANDOM DOODS AND FIND OUT WHAT LOONEY TUNES PIRATE ANAMORPH CHARACTER IS THEIR SOUL MATCH YAY AND WAIT TIL THE LOSERS FROM ELEMENTARY SCHOOL SEE HOW MUCH VODKA WE DRANK
right.
our goal by the end of the night: not fucking caring about what image we convey to 600 people we barely see/know/care about. at least prior to adding them to our 'network'
GAH
omg im such a loser. here i am, posting my rants to anonymous land when i could be getting recognition, posting links to my fav sites, and random diary entries to everyone who thinks they know me.
i would. but i like the idea that three people probbaly read this a week. one probably on accident when perusing VOX website and maybe searching 'mattgood' and mistakenly got linked up with me.
or 'ikea'
then this lone ranger can read my psychotic rants and be like; this chick is CRACKEX out! yo, i think ill search her on whorebook.
suckahs
wha the hel?
um by counting the extra 4:03 minutes? comon even the cool kids are trying hard now to be uncool its the new cool i am cool.
i want to know where theseself important rejects get off taking their dogs to yoga 'doga' what the heeeelllllllll
sure my dogs will one day serve as my surrogate children as it were, but please- do their chakrahs need be balanced?
people will say anything when their hand is in your pocket.
today's forecast is long term trend of denial, followed up by isolated bouts of resentment .
void.
broke sunglasses. taped them like dork. wrote 'i rock' to emphasis and DRAW attention to the tape. why hide behind some important facade????????????
fuck you and your pretentious brand name too good for everything throw away society.
bring on the duct tape
bust out thegranny panties
umm whats that you WERENT in toronto partaying (so 1990s) it up for cyn's 26th bday? what you werent orcestra centre seating at dirty dancing, either?
what?
wow it really DOES suck to be you, huh?
cyn and i can only be friends now with people who despise crackwhorebook. wait or is that.... something-book..... a part of the body./. oh right, the sin that dare not speak its name: face ... boo ... k
we're starting an exclusive EXCLU-SIVE club. for people who loathe every fibre of the online networking ad-space, privacy sell out crack inducing industry.
guess what- we wont communicate online (am i a hypocrite b/c of my blog? nay, ) guess what else all the members get togetehr in PERSON and DO STUFF and GO OUTSIDE and not try to see and be seen. we dont gget obsessively consumed- and guesss whats more:
the goal of our times spent together is not: OMG LIKE TOTALLY I NEED TO POST THESE ON FACE BARF
OMG SEND ME THESE SO I CAN COMMENT ON HOW DRUNK I FUCKIN AM
OMG LETS FACE BARF THESE RANDOM DOODS AND FIND OUT WHAT LOONEY TUNES PIRATE ANAMORPH CHARACTER IS THEIR SOUL MATCH YAY AND WAIT TIL THE LOSERS FROM ELEMENTARY SCHOOL SEE HOW MUCH VODKA WE DRANK
right.
our goal by the end of the night: not fucking caring about what image we convey to 600 people we barely see/know/care about. at least prior to adding them to our 'network'
GAH
omg im such a loser. here i am, posting my rants to anonymous land when i could be getting recognition, posting links to my fav sites, and random diary entries to everyone who thinks they know me.
i would. but i like the idea that three people probbaly read this a week. one probably on accident when perusing VOX website and maybe searching 'mattgood' and mistakenly got linked up with me.
or 'ikea'
then this lone ranger can read my psychotic rants and be like; this chick is CRACKEX out! yo, i think ill search her on whorebook.
suckahs
more NY niagara
there i didnt lie this time
the smell of kraft dinner and pesticide enters you nasal cavity all at once.
nostalgia shouldnt be the natural reaction.
but it does do one thing-
it provides an answer for all that is wrong with today.
last night's party time in LonDon
way to steal front row seats. suckas.
kitchener show- no need to STEAL dem' seats.
george's kickass ride, way to go buddy
check out THOSe handle bars.
mad crazy
so i was being the worst girlfriend in the world yesterday. it was an emotional weirdness eatingmy insides yesterday but i tried to brush it off but instead it came out as me saying stupid things about cars, whining about the heat and stickiness of the black cult grad gowns, and complaining about my not showing up in the Yearbook (lamers).
i owe dave for that one.
i think if i had to pinpoint it, maybe its the realization that i graduated from highschool, elementary school, now university. NOW WHTA?
anyways,
hey its okay we're just modelling now
quit our days jobs
school
humans
quit it allllll
versace, vera wang, chanel
all of it
no alliegiance save for the almighty dollah.
dollar dollar bill y'all (ya kristin)
this whole not getting any sleep thing is actually border line awesome who woulda thunk ehz?
am i paying too much for auto insurance?
Vox' advert. knows. only they knows.
i went to aruba to escape brantford. then i worked a lot when i got back - to escape brantford.
then i went away to niagara and NY state to escape brantford.
im in brantford rightnow. so i blog. that is what i do.
noone gets me but cindy methinks/ when i say i earned a degree in unemployment. laugh. thats exactly what im doing.
geez, despite my quips about 40 years left at I&ST- i know my failures will onlylast to end of sumer. and really, brantfordianism is far greater failure than any job out there.
save for the PR dept. for this town.
actually its all a front for my true career.
im famous.
heres the paparazzi shots:
drunk krista?
welcome to niagara where the drinks dont come cheap but the motels and outfits do.
click to enlarge the awesomeness
photos: me playing coy-me and hottie at haunted house- frank- us at miniputt a la dinosaurs- ditto, dave less angry- me and tri-tops- penguin at aquarium.
busy weekend getaway filled with fireworks, aquarium species, goat island sans goats, hikes, museums, casino gambling losing bigtime, swimming, maid of the mist, verbally abusive miniputt excursion, lesbian pizza bike delivery, biking to niagara on the lake, hot shots in cars they dont deserve.
yum.
aruba:
view from our room- me on the beach lounging- lizard pal- inside room- submarine shot- nightly entertainment- downtown mall- aruba aloe man- butterfly farm- parasailing- local markets- at one bar at resort- giovanni trim kareoke and bar entertainment.
two things:
1) it is weird navigating your university's site under 'alumni'; reading up on your new found relation to the institute, the alumni benefits, etc. when i think 'alumni' i think old people. men with grey hair and too much money.
2) i forgot the second thing. surely to remember it once ive posted, brushed teeth, laid in bed. yup.
nevermind i remember now:
i hate how people are all 'stop clubbing seals' you dont care when people eat cows, wear their leather, yadda yadda.
if cows were cute The Keg wouldnt exist. if it did, it would be splattered in red paint by pansy smelling, hemp wearing wannabe hippies who are actually rich trust fund babies who fancy themselves poor and humble. that, and brainiacs who have nothing bettter to do than worship Pam's PETA ads.
eat a frickin' slab of meat or fish, an egg (abortion gasp), not- actually-!- and be done with it.
do u drive cars? consume goods? then youre probably killing something too. but noone cares because what your killing isnt furry with big eyeballs.
maybe ure killing kids in 3rd world as you sport your clever GAP sweatshirts *prepster*. but -yawn- im so over that whole help the africans THING. blahblahblah- right? story gettin too old?
all it takes is tibet for people to WAKE UP against china's complacent nature to human rights abuses. why? because tibet evokes feelings of myth-warm-fuzzies- for a nostalgic western world? was chinas ties to Sudanese oil not enough to cause an uproar? no one care because its that same tale again and again? what does africa represent to you?
darfur- genocide, systematic rape, torture, starvation, disease.
hand in pocket. oil. hand in pocket. cheap goods. everyone look the other way. something catchy on the tube.
sudan-china-north america. America's Next Top Model.
pass the spinach dip.
decomposed. decomposing. de comp posed.
screw this caring is so 1990s. so is canada. im leaving.
of all the things i could/do complain about- i should really stop to remember i am blessed with a few really awesome people in my life. good friends, goodbyes (nay- see you laters), scategories and inde funk rock bands.
all in all a swell time of funkin' skankin' alphbetizin'
no need to get caught up in corkscrew ettiquette when u can just jam a screwdriver or knife in the cork and add i nice little corky taste to it. like a lime in skanky mexican beers.
mmm note the presence of cork, absence of mouth. wines lookin a little looone-ly
gettin his wine on, soon to be photoshopped into this photo a la absent peter:
sup super face over there.
if we were a band , fab four of awesomeness this would be out CD cover/poster/merch table:
im feelin it.
random/accidental shots characteristic of a wine night:
putting the F back in PUNk
FUNKIN PICS:
vids:
spirits from stoney creek
creature from montreal
more of casel loma, queens rifler museum and some kick ass organ
that dood with the gas mask, so my halloween costume next year- no copiers!! copycats wannabes.
at the scene of a commercial shoot. pfff aint no thang.
