indeed.

c'est l'halloween! i am thinking about being edie this year, which shows i am being pretty lazy in the creativity department lately, as most of her outfits in any given pic kind of look like something i would wear on a saturday night, but i might need to play up my eyebrows for once, which should be a treat.. maybe fill in my missing patch (thanks marco radin, it was grade one and the scar remains. bogus).

Nothing too intense to report, just livin' and a lovin' and soaking up all the magical things that come along with it.


ps - below is a sample of m ward's work, a song that i can't stop repeating. thanks jordache, this song makes me feel ill with comfort and cute. and i don't even like birds.


I'm not the tiger, he never had,
I'm not the first hit when you got it bad.
I'm not your second, I’m not your third,
I'll be your bird.

I'm not your Chesnutt,
I'm not your Mould,
I'm not your DJ on late night radio,
I'll be the first one to ask where you were,
I'll be your bird.

Then when there's no one to care
I could protect like I’ve always been there,
I'll become your bear.

I'll sing statistics, & hide the truth,
I'll tell your dad anything you want me to,
I'll hide your locket under the dirt,
I'll be your bird

in the wee wee hours, maybe baby, the gypsy lied.

i am having the most confusing and frustrating day, not to mention last night while i was working, a very famous ny jeweler (name not mentioned for sheer embarrassment factor) said to me "that is a very unusual outfit for whomever you7 are...are you my maid?" bogus.

sitting in the hotel waiting for the action to begin...and by action i mean a solid night of work ahead of me. philly is special, but in a gritty kind of hungry american way, which is not so bad. the one thing that makes me smile when i come here is how everyone seems pretty stoked on football, downstairs at the sheraton hotel bar they are enjoying thursday night with cheesesteak, football, and michelob ultra. impressive.
something about philly really makes me want to make out under bleachers, do we do that enough in toronto?

pack my bags and leave my home, going to find me a mama that can hold her own.

hittin' philly, see y'all in 24 hours.

oh, the places he will go.

lookie, lookie! good bad gordie ball is getting some well deserved coverage. this guy is talented for sure.



as if this isn't one of the most stunning pics you have ever seen. wowie.

even if he sneezes in your face every morning, right in your face, you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

monday night gp.

i am already rolling ideas off the top of my head for tonight, and 2 days in paris might just be the answer. tea, adam goldberg, and me. if you have yet to see this ostentatious indie flick, you are in for a treat, it's a kind of a hidden gem that gives you all you need to make sense of the ex, we all got 'em, but what we ever realize is how ridiculous and completely over the top cynical it is to care about someone else's . this film is gorgeous. please see it, and hopefully with someone adorable.

pizza

pizza. super rad dudes, super rad band. download the whole ep at www.pizzaband.com.

feel good friday pics.

oh, and good mornin' to you.

big ol' nothing.

hypothetically speaking, what would be your take if someone left you a mix cd on your windshield, and on this mix cd sat the ballad of big nothing. diss? or no diss?



"Ballad Of Big Nothing"

Throwing candy out to the crowd, dragging down the main
The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth who's always got something to say
You're sitting around at home now waiting for your brother to call
I saw him down in the alley, having had enough of it all

Said you can do what you want to whenever you want to
You can do what you want to, there's no one to stop you

All spit and spite, you're up all night and down every day
A tired man with only hours to go just waiting to be taken away
Getting into the back of a car for candy from some stranger
Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes full of smoldering anger

You can do what you want to whenever you want to
You can do what you want to, there's no one to stop you
Now you can do what you want to whenever you want to
Do what you want to whenever you want to
Do what you want to whenever you want to though it doesn't mean a thing
Big nothing

i felt lame doing it, but i'd do anything for you robina.