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Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
9:11 pm	mondo wierdo sooo, hmm where to start. so this has been a wacked out 2 months, the weathers been so disgustingly cold as of late and it's really been cutting into the skatin time.. my motivation went from about 8 butter tarts, to about a 2.5, however i did manage to find sometime to participate in a documentary on the female skate scene (yeah sounds pretty fucking chedder cheese i know) but it was a good oportunity to skate in the warmth for free, to eat for free, to drink for free and to not have to drive home for free, and also finally get some footage with decent equipment. so it turns out it was all payed for by the government of canada and before you go and hate, i want to make it clear that i have no problem gorging out on buffets to the governments expense. It went pretty well, good turnout of tons of the east coasts best clits, best cheese and crackers and best female "pro" skater hateage. man i had no idea vanessa tores was such flame broiling dyke. and man i loves me some lesbians just like any of you do, but shes the equivelent to like the small dick quarterback of a real alme school spirited football team. anyways, on to my point. so i get this call today from the producer of the little rug munching production and they were reviewing all the skate footage and the interviews, and apperntly mine, "really stood out" which is sort of offending considering im assuming these fassies know nothing about skating. I was offered a really interesting oppurtunity, yet i see the potential for it to go horribly wrong. SO lady says stuff like, "so we were reviewing teh footage and you really seemed to standout so we were wondering if you would like to do a bit more filming with us" so by this point im like sweet more food and free skating and i decide to ask her what other girls would i be skating and filming with and her response was , " well we basically want to change the way we were doing things and sort of have it explained by one person where you would be like the main focus." .. the sholw concept just seems very skewed to me. first off.. who would ever watch a movie about girl skaters and the skate scene by yours truly. fuck mn even i wouldnt want to be caught dead with that corny shit in my dvd player. fuck with my luck it will be named, " gangster barbie goes to the fucking skatepark" but against any better judgment, i have accepted. but i do plan on doing a sit down with them , ironing out the nappy curls in that perm. i dont know much else to say, except, i better start enjoying my next couple of days until self loathing kicks in. hayeeee (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 20th, 2006
4:54 am	holeeee so i havent really felt the need to update this since school is over cause you know its the same old shit life skate drinkeing, piffing, bitching.. with a little bit of snowboarding on the side but tonight,/ wow its 5 am.... and well how do i say this.. il start from the brginining viviane goes into the little sex cinema to go pee, where 3 prostitutes start telling her she cant pee there, until a kinf pervert shows her hte way to the bathroom on her way back, the 3 whores start shit by claiming viviane flicked a smoke at their clevage.. and then the beef was on... so its like me... viviane and chia.. and chias a guy so he's not going to be smacking no prostitutes so basically its me and viviane against 3 huge bitches in 6 inch heals... shit got rugged they started fucking up viviane so i went after them with the trusty skateboard, unforntuantly i dropped my purse in the process and my cd player and chias supreme hat that i was wearing got knocked off in the bustle i saw one dirty prostitute going for my cd player so i quickly attacked her? and got it back but the hat was a lost cause.. then all of a sudden viviane runs off back into the club because she realizes one of the prostitutes has her purse... her other hoes were destracting me and chia outside keeping us fighting and such until we realized she was in the club.... by the tiem we got in there.. viviane had a hand full of some nasty bitches weave in her hand and the other girl has ripped out a large protion of vivianes hair... as for me i got a couple of punches but weyl see tomorow.. vivianes got a black eye and possibly herpes because one of them dutty hoes spit on her face... fuck fuck fuck... eventful enough. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 19th, 2006
7:31 pm	Matronly mature but an infant at heart. So last night i through a little get together for the lady that gave me birth, she's currently half a century and a year old... but her actions last night sang a different song. fortunatly for you, i only have pictures of the begining of the night. the night started off nice, sipping champagne in the kitchen.. more in the car on the way to the w. i was greeted inside the w by alicia, viviane, maeve, victor and mike we got a nice cozy little booth and started sipping on cucumber martinis! we fed luche one to many, and she started off small.. yelling at gay people sitting across from us (they asked to be seated elsewhere) so it was a bonus i guess we got the whole booth. once the bitches hit the dance floor, everyone knew trouble had arrived. so luchey trips and falls on her face about 3 times.. and the last time she thought that some innocent young girl pushed her off the podium she was dancing, so she decided to get physical and lippy with gratiuitous use of whore if i remember correctly. we tried to stop her, man... bad idea. over the years i've learnt that my mother is like a walking natural disaster. when the storm hits there's nothing you can do to stop it, just cling on to your loved ones and hope for the best. thanks again to alex robbins for comming through with a mammas love for mr lovahlovah fuck yes i love cheesy analogies. anyways enough with the blablabla i know this is what you want anyways. THE END. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, November 17th, 2006
11:55 am	Cordelia The Crude short story by Wallace Thurman, i have to present an oral on this in my harlem renaissance class today i know plenty of girls like codelia... true story. Physically, if not mentally, Cordelia was a potential prostitute, meaning that although she had not yet realized the moral import of her wanton promiscuity nor become mercenary, she had, nevertheless, become quite blase and bountiful in the matter of bestowing sexual favors upon persuasive and likely young men. Yet, despite her seeming lack of discrimination, Cordelia was quite particular about the type of male to whom she submitted, for numbers do not necessarily denote a lack of taste and Cordelia had discovered after several months of active observation that one could find the qualities one admires or reacts positively to in a varied hodge-podge of outwardly different individuals. The scene of Cordelia's activities was The Roosevelt Motion Picture Theatre on Seventh Avenue near 145th Street. Thrice weekly the program changed, and thrice weekly Cordelia would plunk down the necessary twenty-five cents evening admission fee, and saunter gaily into the foul-smelling depths of her favorite cinema shrine. The Roosevelt Theatre presented all of the latest pictures, also, twice weekly, treated its audiences to a vaudeville bill, then too, one could always have the most delightful physical contacts . . . hmm. . . . Cordelia had not consciously chosen this locale nor had there been any conscious effort upon her part to take advantage of the extra opportunities afforded for physical pleasure. It had just happened that the Roosevelt Theatre was more close to her home than any other neighborhood picture palace, and it had also just happened that Cordelia had become almost immediately initiated into the ways of a Harlem theatre chippie soon after her discovery of the theatre itself. It is the custom of certain men and boys who frequent these places to idle up and down the aisle until some female is seen sitting alone, to slouch down into a seat beside her, to touch her foot or else press her leg in such a way that it can be construed as accidental if necessary, and then, if the female is wise or else shows signs of willingness to become wise, to make more obvious approaches until, if successful, the approached female will soon be chatting with her baiter about the picture being shown, lolling in his arms, and helping to formulate plans for an after-theatre rendezvous. Cordella had, you see, shown a willingness to become wise upon her second visit to the Roosevelt. In a short while she had even learned how to squelch the bloated, lewd faced Jews and eager middle aged Negroes who might approach as well as how to inveigle the likeable little yellow or brown half men, embryo avenue sweetbacks, with their well modeled heads, stickily plastered hair, flaming cravats silken or broadcloth shirts, dirty underwear, low cut vests, form fitting coats, bell-bottom trousers and shiny shoes with metal cornered heels clicking with a brave, brazen rhythm upon the bare concrete floor as their owners angled and searched for prey. Cordelia, sixteen years old, matronly mature, was an undisciplined, half literate product of rustic South Carolina, and had come to Harlem very much against her will with her parents and her six brothers and sisters. Against her will because she had not been at all anxious to leave the lackadaisical life of the little corn pone settlement where she had been born, to go trooping into the unknown vastness of New York, for she had been in love, passionately in love with one John Stokes who raised pigs, and who, like his father before him, found the raising of pigs so profitable that he could not even consider leaving Lintonville. Cordelia had blankly informed her parents that she would not go with them when they decided to be lured to New York by an older son who had remained there after the demobilization of the war time troops. She had even threatened to run away with John until they should be gone, but of course John could not leave his pigs, and John's mother was not very keen on having Cordelia for a daughter-in-law - those Joneses have bad mixed blood in 'em-so Cordelia had had to join the Gotham bound caravan and leave her lover to his succulent porkers. However, the mere moving to Harlem had not doused the rebellious flame. Upon arriving Cordelia had not only refused to go to school and refused to hold even the most easily held job, but had also victoriously defied her harassed parents so frequently when it came to matters of discipline that she soon found herself with a mesmerizing lack home restraint, for the stress of trying to maintain themselves and their family in the new environment was far too much of a task for Mr. and Mrs. Jones to attend to facilely and at the same time try to control a recalcitrant child. So, when Cordelia had refused either to work or to attend school, Mrs. Jones herself had gone out for day's work, leaving Cordelia at home to take care of their five room railroad flat, the front room of which was rented out to a couple "living together," and to see that the younger children, all of whom were of school age, made their four trips daily between home and the nearby public school-as well as see that they had their greasy, if slim, food rations and an occasional change of clothing. Thus Cordelia's days were full-and so were her nights. The only difference being that the days belonged to the folks at home while the nights (since the folks were too tired or too sleepy to know or care when she came in or went out) belonged to her and to-well-whosoever will, let them come. Cordelia had been playing this hectic, entrancing game for six months and was widely known among a certain group of young men and girls on the avenue as a fus' class chippie when she and I happened to enter the theatre simultaneously. She had clumped down the aisle before me, her open galoshes swishing noisily, her two arms busy wriggling themselves free from the torn sleeve lining of a shoddy imitation fur coat that one of her mother's wash clients had sent to her. She was of medium height and build, with overly developed legs and bust, and had a clear, keen light brown complexion. Her too slick, too naturally bobbed hair, mussed by the removing of a tight, black turban was of an undecided nature, i.e., it was undecided whether to be kinky or to be kind, and her body, as she sauntered along in the partial light had such a conscious sway of invitation that unthinkingly I followed, slid into the same row of seats and sat down beside her. Naturally she had noticed my pursuit, and thinking that I was eager to play the game, let me know immediately that she was wise, and not the least bit averse to spooning with me during the evening's performance. Interested, and, I might as well confess, intrigued physically, I too became wise, and played up to her with all the fervor, or so I thought, of an old timer, but Cordelia soon remarked that I was different from mos' of des' sheiks, and when pressed for an explanation brazenly told me in a slightly scandalized and patronizing tone that I had not even felt her legs . . . ! At one o'clock in the morning we strolled through the snowy bleakness of one hundred and forty fourth street between Lenox and Fifth Avenues to the walk-up tenement flat in which she lived, and after stamping the snow from our feet, pushed through the double outside doors, and followed the dismal hallway to the rear of the building where we began the tedious climbing of the crooked, creaking, inconveniently narrow stairway. Cordelia had informed me earlier in the evening that she lived on the top floor-four flights up east side rear-and on our way we rested at each floor and at each half way landing, rested long enough to mingle the snowy dampness of our respective coats, and to hug clumsily while our lips met in an animal kiss. Finally only another half flight remained, and instead of proceeding as was usual after our amourous demonstration I abruptly drew away from her, opened my overcoat, plunged my hand into my pants pocket, and drew out two crumpled one dollar bills which I handed to her, and then, while she stared at me foolishly, I muttered good-night, confusedly pecked her on her cold brown cheek, and darted down into the creaking darkness. Six months later I was taking two friends of mine, lately from the provinces, to a Saturday night house-rent party in a well known whore house on one hundred and thirty-fourth street near Lenox Avenue. The place as we entered seemed to be a chaotic riot of raucous noise and clashing color all rhythmically merging in the red, smoke filled room. And there I saw Cordelia savagely careening in a drunken abortion of the Charleston and surrounded by a perspiring circle of handclapping enthusiasts. Finally fatigued, she whirled into an abrupt finish, and stopped so that she stared directly into my face, but being dizzy from the calisthenic turns and the cauterizing liquor she doubted that her eyes recognized someone out of the past, and, visibly trying to sober herself, languidly began to dance a slow drag with a lean hipped pimply faced yellow man who had walked between her and me. At last he released her, and seeing that she was about to leave the room I rushed forward calling Cordelia?-as if I was not yet sure who it was. Stopping in the doorway, she turned to see who had called, and finally recognizing me said simply, without the least trace of emotion,-'Lo kid. . . . And without another word turned her back and walked into the hall to where she joined four girls standing there. Still eager to speak, I followed and heard one of the girls ask: Who's the dicty kid ? . . . And Cordelia answered: The guy who gimme ma' firs' two bucks. . . . (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
1:10 pm	Friends.. how many of us have them. soo a couple of weeks back it was emmas birthday. we all had a fucking amazing time... hope you did to emma! here are some photos of it.. 100 percent white trash...suck itt.. pee es: if there was ever a point where you though i was an attractive female.. its all going down the pooper... right now. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
11:14 pm	paparazzi is all up on my jock unnnnnhhhhhhh! http://www.whatsreallygoodmagazine.com/blog/rajzilla/?p=408 http://www.whatsreallygoodmagazine.com/blog/marcustroy/?p=503 (Comment on this)
Monday, October 9th, 2006
9:46 pm	what goes around comes around. it's funny how things can change so much in a day. i hate seeing my friends hurting somethings just arent meant to be i like people who put all their chips on the table way to many vaginas in this bitchhh (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 5th, 2006
11:42 pm	extra extra, extra pif, extra weed, extra blunts hey doods, it's been a while and so much has happened. i'm kinda bummed that the seasons almost over yak. it was a good summer indeed and can't help but think i've grown up a litte. i mean i actually realize my mistakes before i do them now... yeah i still fucking doing it but yeah i'm young and concious of my doings so thats good right. More then ever im realizing that the way my life is headed right now is where i want to be going.i love how good things seem to just fall onto my lap sometime... and well all i have to say is all the better for me suckers haha Finally got some photos that owen took at lions park in saskatoon! you know them fakierevertrocks be butter baby. and finally.. i will no longer be riding hagard neon pink cowboy punks! take that lloyd! Now i can match my teeth. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
11:19 am	so ive been missing alot of class lately, and i'm sick which means i suck at life. however i did come to a realisation this weekend that i want to buy an 8.5 deck... i mean at this point i've given up all hope of ever nailind down flip tricksm and the added stability would step up my mini game.. but which one of you fucks honnestly care none. vivianes birthday weekend was a real banger.. even if she didn't show up to half of it. i've been thinking lately thaty it's time to invest in seeds and lights and ish.. i seriously have to stop spending all my money on you mary. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 18th, 2006
6:21 pm	superhead, what's good? soo it's been a while and trust me a lot of shit has gone down since i last wrote.. no i didnt get laid yet but.. people have died.. crack heads have been more cracked semmes like people are just getting more and more fucked up.. it don;t matter.. next weekend is gonna get real trife! (Comment on this)
Friday, September 8th, 2006
9:22 am	almost 2 1/2 months with no sex. Does tht qualify me to be a born again virgin? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 30th, 2006
3:01 am	its approximatly 3 am wednesday morning... an hour ago on our drunken rampage home viviane and i sat down for what we thought was just a smoke and a chat when a bum with what seemed to be herped (possibly the hiv) tried to buma drag off our smoke, when we refused he went nuts,, so viviane starts talking some drunking shit and next theing i know vivianes smacked him atleast 3 times, he was attempting to retaliate and describing the many ways he was gonna kill her.. i decided to join the fun..for some reason i lent viviane my nikes cause her feet were hurting and im wearing these ginarmous heelsand attmepting to run up to this bum and start slapping him in the face with my purse.. by this point we had caused quite the comotion and had two you african amercan gangstas watching and enjoying the entertainment until they had finally had enough and went after them... we let them have the fun after that thank you.. you gentle black beasts i now truly believe like the t-shirts say, JESUS WAS BLACK (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 27th, 2006
1:04 pm	picnic gone horribly wrong so viviane and i decided to have a skate picninc at ahuntsic yesterday.. sounds spectacular i know, sushi greek salad, white wine... until the wine cought up with us and i left my board at the park indeffinitly im screwed (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 24th, 2006
4:02 pm	madagascar twat so school is officially back in session and fak does it sak my life has been reduced to sleeping, smoking,eating, drinking..and worrying about failing out of school. not nearly as much skateboarding as i would like.. i think i'm going to attempt to get a job, if i get off my fat ass and get a social insurance card. i need to save up money for europe dang i wish i was leaving tomorrow:( the love of my life.. laura lloyd is back in town so things are looking up..weekend of debauchery will surely follow. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
5:32 pm	chicken head bonjours les tetes de poules comment- allez vous? tres bien j'espere im currently in ottawa maxing and relaxing.. living off fathers money however i will be working all weekend blahh and fucking school starts next week shitty. laying low fuck i need to buy some pif... fakkk (Comment on this)
Monday, August 14th, 2006
7:31 pm	i miss ll cool gay so my mother left for santa domingo yesterdayÀ and decided she would change the alarm code so i canèt get into my own fucking house for a week.. in all fairness she did give me 100 dollars to survive i have 25 dollars left. i miss laura what am i to do (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 30th, 2006
10:27 am	back to life, back to reality shiiat.. I'm finally home... for a little while atleast. so we made it through some sketchy times viviane and i... motel room walls covered in blood in tornoto, making friends with crackheads, crackdealers and hot native 19 year old mommy's in winnipeg.. when i have time il scan some photos, as all pictures were taken with a disposal camera.. it was certainly an adventure, i love experiencing new places, getting out of the regime i'm always in.. i even entered my first skate contest in tofino.. i got some goodies like a new deck and wheels.. but all i'm really stoked on is the shiny gold medal cause it's certain i wouldn't be winning anything like that in the 514... well yeah i dont know where im going with this, i would like to say thankyou to everyone who has let us sleep on the couch, in their van, in their apartment, in their mothers car so on so forth. I'm back at home for a little while.. just spent the weekend in ottawa celebrating my dads 47 birthday.. this basically consisted of us drinking 5 24's in 2 days... so my brother my father his friend and i are sitting on the patio drinking a beer and my dads parents had just went out to saturday mass at 5, so father comes up to my brother and i like which one of you has weed,, and were both like we have some.. and he said "well what are you fucking waiting for it's your fathers birthday, role 2!".. and then he was like oh shit i have to go brush my teeth my mom and dad are comming back soon.. he was acting like such a child it was just insane to see. i leave you with this (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
3:58 pm	welcome back me.... atleast until the 29th hollahollaholla (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 13th, 2006
1:16 pm	habibi how you gonna do me like that? hello my friends. how art thou? great.. thats good to hear.. anyways as you know i recently have been on a canada wide trip with my bitch and shit has been wild to say the least. hmm well il update a little detailing my trip would be entirly impossible. soo we left for van on the 27th, walked to our hostel which claimed it was in chinatown, but was actually in the red district but i mean, what more can you expect from 18 bucks a night in downtown van.. i mean it was a pretty good location next to the plaza the french creperie and chinese "hong kong exclusive" fake designer shit.. i wont lie i copped a pair of "gucci" shoes for 15 bones. but anyways.. the downside of the hostel is it was filled with mice, and next door to a notorious punk rock/ crime scene/dead people/ crackheads/ crackhead lovers/ crackhead prostitutes and of course gigiantic rats. our first three days were spent getting to know the city learning not to walk down main and hastings.. with 115 dollar hats and jewlery at 1 in the morning.. actually learning not to walk down hastings ever. some parts of the city are so beautiful and i mean the bums and crackhead here fucking for nike sb t19's and fucking and air trainer 1's like what. i eventually found out that it's because nike sends all the homless shelters the fakes that people send in to them man im thinking of checking in, and checking out with some dunks? we also learnt that fuckers are heavy on the 2 piece..we rant into trouble with bartenders and had to get cops involved. never fun anyways we skated the plaza however it was not much to our taste we also skated the likes of the hastings bowl.. incredible.. you feel so small in the big bowl... life as an ant.. the skate style around here is so different almost everyones heshed the fuck out.. dirty hippies skating bwls with no shoes and nasty toe grime going on just powersliding everything man viviane and i got called nigger people by the lead singer of snfu amazing.. aparently his music cant supposrt his drug habbit sad hmm well our next stop was tofino for canada day tofino was nice yes.. its such a small town and we wernt prepared for all the french people and hot men with 20 year old wives and beautiful children people seem generally happier there.. fuckers After a day on the beach we went to check out the park some kids kept talking about a contest/ bbq going on canada day soo we did that.. i even entered.. and miraculously won first place in the girls division.. okay i was only competing againt 6 girls and some were fucking youngins but not bad for my first contest. however now i have to lug another deck and shit home bah we went back o van for a coupleof days.. basically just skated and went out to shitty fucking native bars.. even made some native friends. then it was off to whistler for us.. we stayed at caities piece.. which was right in the middle of the villiage 2 minute walk fro te skatepark..and 1 minute walk from all bars. heavy drinking went down.. man dirty skeets there everywhere.. im not gonna lie i loved it. caitie and i almost had to duke it out with some 6 foot tall hoe in pleather obviously i got into trouble commenting on her friends boobs but were safe.. no stilletos up my ass so far we headed back to van and stayed with nathan and lloyd (no not you laura) we went out to shine and other tacky ass clubs.. people dont shake their bonbon like they do in mtl.. for shame we may possibly be blacklisted from all taxis in the vancouver area fucking spitguards. we then heard about a huge house party going on at a farm in abbotsford.. so the 4 of us trecked it to abby for a party.. quite large.. quite festive.. people harasing cows, big bonfires... some shitty shit happens but that life aint that some shit. viviane and i got into our first real fight 17 years,, why now.. people suck.. no not viviane but we have reconcilled our differences and now more then ever want to brand one anothers name on our bodies. viviane and i then got on a bud and head to calgary.. 16 hours fucking horrendous.. anyways .. that city is so white trash i wan to puke we spent most of our time at milenium park that place is fucking massive. however i left it with a chunk of my hand in the tribowl. we thentook another lengthy bus ride over to saskatoon. we is staying at billys uncles house for now same thing differnt city.. skating and getting tanked fucking owen got into the kareoke championship finals.. that is tonight dammit viviane and i are wearing our lil kim wigs out and shit is going to be wild moda fucka motherfucka okay byebye (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 25th, 2006
8:20 am	hello, soo ughm in the past little bit i had my birthday! birthday always means sweet new shit.. and i got lots of it. sex shop gifts, more fitted hats, sneakr freakr collectors book, 3 cans of pepper spray tacky ass gold rims for my skateboard bha and so much more... soo i finished my last day of work at pieces dáuto jarry on thursday nuggaa, then i had to go work the lady soverign show that night, not to bad.. birthday madness friday night... consisted of...gangsters only hotel party and... well around 2:30 we made it out to the salsatheque! for some fat mexicans.. and well fat latinos... essays in general.. amazing.... unfortunatly you never seemt o capture the great moments on camaera except i do have a video of my mom puffing dube in the hotel room only to have the smoke detector go off.. hilariouss. of course only big tittied bitches for meee gayspacee furthermore... today.. sunday is dubbed go shopping day.. and tomorrow i get my diamonds drilled in and tuesday im gone foreverrrrrr fuck you fuck me fuck yeahhhhhh (Comment on this)