what is the proper social etiquette when getting your picture taken with a dalek?

Amy on the left, me on the right

(Taken with Instagram)

This is where I trick you into thinking I don’t look like my hair is incredibly poofy and out of control and where I am also not absolutely exhausted at 4:30 in the morning. 

Big glasses… love em, when I don’t feel like wearing make up to work (like in this picture) it hides half of my face and takes the attention away from my old bags…(no not the ones under my shirt, those still look fantastic BOOOYAH)

My oldest friend in the whole wide world is in town. Yup, I’m 5 years old. 

While walking about the Plateau we realized that we used to walk those same streets over 17 years ago. 17 FUCKING YEARS AGO. 17, That’s a promiscuous CEGEP student right there. I used to steal money from my dad’s drawer and we would hop on our respective buses, meet at Henri Bou metro and go vintage shopping on Mont Royal…

Now, we both live off of that street. (She sort of does, she’s moving far away…) I work at a bar we used to go to and also at a hair salon I used to get my hair done at… It’s weird. It’s almost the ideal life I had wanted, 17 years ago. Well, It’s not necessarily the life I want now but it’s a step towards that. 

She now has a baby and I have a dog and a cat. 

Strange life. 

In this picture, taken in the summer of 2006 (I believe), we were meeting for the first time in YEARS. I had moved to PA and she and I, prior to that, had had some sort of falling out. The kind that we both didn’t know about, the kind that life imposes on friends when they get older. 

We’re pretend drunk. I am wearing a ridiculous amount of glittery make up, yet NO mascara… go figure. I also have braces (the colourful stuff you see protruding from my lips are my rainbow-elastic-covered braces). 

Classic case of how things change but friendship doesn’t. 

Smile Friday Old School Edishh

Here’s a picture of myself and my father. I sincerely cannot put a date/year on this… But I’ll ballpark and say it was around 1996-1997… Many MANY years ago. It was during my non-disco hippy days. Those were my fancy hippy days. 

I also know it’s before 1999 because thats the year I first got tattooed on my arms.

GPOYW

When I met the other me. She lives in NYC.

GPOYW

My favourite part of my sleeve, though upside down… Alaska in October. 

Dave Cummings - Pointe St-Charles Tattoo (Montreal) / Finished in 2004… wow that’s 8 years ago, I am old. 

Here’s a happy me with a less than impressed Kiefer the Beagle (also know as the Reeg Beag)

Like Mango Lem-Oh-Naaaiide

It’s summer? Not at all, but it sure feels like it. SCARY. I personally don’t like this and have been cursing people who are walking about town in their shorts with flip flops on their feet. It’s March. In Montreal. Last week, we still had ice on the ground. If you think this is awesome… you’re wrong. WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!!

And even if, while cursing the short-wearing-fools, I wished I had worn barely any clothing on this scorching day I am still going to stand by my curses. 

Summer? = Mango Lemonade

Drinking Mango Lemonade means that every time you open the fridge door to grab that bottle of delicious juicy goodness you profess your love in a song. The appropriate and only possible song for this is Marcy Playground’s Sex & Candy (DUH!). Sing it… You’ll see.

Like Mango Lem-oh-naaiide!!

Slow day at work = updos for moi

Rock hair and Def Leppard shirt. Yup. 

GPOY

This is a fairly old photograph taken on photobooth in my old “Philly” apartment. That apartment was probably the worst and ghettoest place I have ever lived in. It was atop both a hoagie shop and a gun shop, sandwiched between a shady ass motel, where I once found a hoe wig in the parking lot while walking my dog, and a hockey rink. There was one possible living room layout, my kitchen was about 4 f by 3 and had the smallest stove ever and the most horrible fridges of all times. I know I’ve written excessively about this pad but I love remembering it. Oddly enough, it was my favourite place to live and one of the happiest years in recent memory.

I like this look/outfit I am wearing, hence why I am posting this little bit of visual vanity tonight. 

I miss my bmx (that my ex had given me on my birthday and didn’t know it was a trick bike and not a simple bmx so I never rode it anywhere because I had to constantly pedal, there was no crusing on this bike)… I also miss my glossy poster of Mistico. 

This weather

I’ve been contemplating going “red” again. 

For as long as I can remember I’ve dyed my hair in all the possible shades of carrot red imaginable. 

I have an “Anne of Green Gables” complex. 

This was… humm… 2007? Check out the sweet teenage layout on my wall.

(this picture is in my “hair folio”… I do hair extensions. These ones are probably my best job (on myself)… I got the colour and layering JUST right… FANCAY SCHMANCAY!)

While I was stalking my own self on youtube I stumbled upon this one… From an old IWS show back in 2004, when I was blonde. 

It is tagged and titled as 

“The Greatest Chair Shot Of All Times”…

I thought it to be wildly exaggerated and inaccurate and I said to myself: It should say “on a girl”. But after viewing it a few times, I take it back. That shit was vicious. 

That’s it, you’ll never hear of wrestling again on this blog. 

PS: I Love how, at the end, Arsenal jumps up like a 4 year old excited about finishing a hard level on Super Mario Bros 3

WARNING: mindless entertainment + ass shot

What was commonly and simply known, within the wrestling community, as the ECW Arena has apparently closed its doors. 

I remember the first time we (Kevin Steen, Generico and I) drove down to south Philly for the first time and saw “the arena”… It was a scary ghetto sight. But you’d walk in and there would be this incredible vibe you just could not deny. 

The above video is of the only live event I participated in as a performer (and not a merch girl for Chikara lol), CZW’s Cage of Death 6… The place was packed and I got a good old “crack whore” chant. I felt like a sluttier french version of Francine walking to the ring. I HAD MADE IT! (jk)

Throughout the years this place would turn out to be like a second home as this became the training facility for Chikara as well as it’s Sunday events venue. 

I broke my foot doing a springboard backflip off the CZW ropes. I witnessed some insane legitimate brawls and got to see some of the most fantastic wrestlers the indies have to offer, from Cali to Japan. Some of which, including best of friends, ended up succeeding in the business. 

Wrestling has left a bitter taste in my mouth but it also made me who I am today. And by that I mean, I can take a lot of shit and I work my ass off. Training at this facility, with the people I was lucky enough to work with, has sincerely changed my life. 

It’s also where I met one of my best of friends. 

I’ll miss it. I miss Philly.