sometimes I haven't gotten my hormones sorted out and feel as psychotic as I did when I was a nervous nail-biting teenager.
at those times I brb to the woods because it makes me feel "peaceful and serene" in the way that only sitting on a tree stump drinking vodka spiked tea out of a thermos while crying can provide.

I miss oakville because I had that convenience practically in my backyard, and now where can I go to outlet my angsty insecure shit? In the past, I've also tried lettin out steam via shopping but in recent times I think i've developed SHOPPER'S RAGE, which usually leads to retail therapy for my retail therapy.

I peeled off my bandaid just now and it was like giving myself a wax job.

the forest girls say their style is all about "au naturalle" which is total bs. any unruliness is super contrived, because if you spend all your life rolling in the dirt in the woods you would end up with milk-soaked skin and voluminous curls clearly?! I totally get that looking artfully messy has meticulous method, but what about those days where I don't feel like covering up my eyebags with concealer and keeping my arms and legs hairy?

i propose something like feral girl, where girls don't shave and let their nails grow until they become something like claws. and eye bags give you character.

Since I lost my camera, I was probably going to be reduced to drawing every post. So I have temporarily borrowed H's canon S95 to prevent this blog from being never updated again. Even though I have an aversion to compact digicams, S95 is changing my mind, seducing me with her sexy lithe body... her mystique... I just can't figure her out. and I'm too macho to read the manual.

There's a lot of filters that are easily re-creatable through photoshop but is somehow way more satisfying when you let the camera process it. Check out this miniature mode below, which is basically just two lines of blur on the top and bottom. It's like seeing everything through bedroom eyes.


I only bought this because I had to pick another piece to qualify for one of those "buy 2 get 1 free" deals. The two pieces that I actually planned to buy I don't think I ever even cut off the tag (because they were these horrible tacky sequin and hairy sweaters, not all fluffy like this one, which I give lots of love to and bubble baths if we're in the mood.)

It's warm enough that I don't even have to wear a coat to feel all snuggly in -20 weather.


The downside is that I have so many layers on both my movement speed and visibility depth is greatly reduced to the point where crossing the street becomes a dangerous activity.

being social online is an oxymoron

I figure the only requirement to a personal blog is to be as self-absorbed as possible, which I happen to excel at.

possible content:
1. showcase my "crafts"
2. "fashion" drawings
3. photodump outfits (because what's the point of spending so much time and not a lot of money for no audience?)
4. pimp brands I wish I could afford
5. review books, movies, and music in a completely biased way
6. daily existence which might be more interesting in type and photos than actually experiencing it (?)