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Proof.

Caitlin Jane — Sun, 09 May 2010 17:40:31 +0000

I’ve always been this cool. And here’s how you can tell: I went to see The Who in 1989 when I was 17. It was at the CNE when the Grandstand was still open, that’s where the Blue Jays played before the Skydome opened. It was an amazing place for concerts, it’s also where I saw the first Lollapalooza (yes, with NIN and Jane’s and Bodycount and…) and Neil Young. It’s sucks that it’s gone.

Gosh, $34.50 to see The Who? I wish I could remember this show better. I went with Patsy, who I am still friends with.

Man.

I guess this also proves I never throw anything out.

Phone

Caitlin Jane — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 23:51:07 +0000

I got a new phone the other day. My old, crappy phone was no longer holding a charge so it felt like time to trade up for something half decent. Half decent, she says? Ok, I got an iphone. And guess what! I LOVE IT!!! It takes great pictures on top of everything. And while I haven’t documented my haircut (yesterday) I did take a picture of Bill Baker doing what he does best: gossiping. I mean, tattooing. He’s opening a real shop soon, I can’t wait.

I got to tease him about getting old-he’s almost ready for that senior’s discount.

Then on my way home today from grocery shopping, there were 2 pictures propped up in the doorway of the Salvation Army store, someone’s generous donation. I tell you what, I am heading back there tomorrow for the bigger of the 2, the photograph of the big orange pussy cat. I’m thinking I’ll give it to Bill to decorate his new shop, lovely!

I like the kittens too. How to chose?

The whole fambly

Caitlin Jane — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 01:39:54 +0000

This is what we looked like…a long time ago. My mom’s had short hair for so long that I can barely remember this look at all. I do remember wondering who she was for a while when she did cut it off. And I still have that kilt, I could go poke it right now if I felt so inclined.

I look exactly the same now. More pictures of a similar ilk to come.

Old news

Caitlin Jane — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 14:43:02 +0000

I found the disk with my old pictures on it (from 2002 perhaps?) and wanted to share with you. I’m pretty sure I’ve posted these pictures before, so bear with me, ok?

Mostly for my mom and sister:

I still have one of those kilts. I tried to get Ari to wear it but she said it wasn’t really her ‘style’.

That’s my dad+beard-moustache. And our dog Spike.

Shannon took this in 2000, probably. I love the mountain of garbage behind the couch. And I think I may be wearing white longjohns under a grey cord skirt (made from grey cord pants). This picture reminds me that it’s probably time for a hair cut.

Youch. The scabs, the yellow bruises, holy. Scott McEwan may be heavy handed, but I’ve never needed one speck of touch ups and it’s worth it.

October 2003

Caitlin Jane — Sat, 01 Nov 2003 00:53:20 +0000

Easy like Friday morning Friday 31/10/2003

I slept all night. And by that I mean, I wasn’t awakened by anyone’s snoring (The PZA’s OR Rose’s) and didn’t listen to Stern at 7am for 2 hours, like I normally do. It’s kind of weird and I am feeling a little discombobulated.

We finally bought Hallowe’en candy last night, from the store of Satan himself, WalMart. We got a 75 piece bag, of which I have already eaten 2. Come on, who can resist a Glosette Raisin?? We also carved our pumpkins. Mine turned out to be a very (boring) traditional cat motif. His is terrifying, it’s got melty eyes and a big sad mouth that he filled with bent, old, rusty nails, and a carrot for a nose. They are sitting in our kitchen windows looking out, so no ratty teenagers can smash them. I am 100% psyched for handing out candy tonight!

Now I must dash upstairs and put the cinnamon buns in the oven. The smell so good, taste even better. And there was a goop on the back of my hand that I thought was from them, but when I licked it…I don’t know what it was. Let’s not think about it too hard, ok?

My Summer Vacation Tuesday 28/10/2003

Ok, so my last diary entry was written before any of the real excitement of the weekend unfolded. Friday night I went out for sushi with my best girlfriend and her sister and a couple dorks. Then we all went to see Mystic River, which was an ok movie. Then me and the Mrs dropped one of the dorks off at his house and proceded to the bar, had 2 drinks each, then went home. I chilled out on the couch waiting for The PZA to get home….

Which he did at 3am. And was he drunk? Does Greg Brady wear groovy threads? First I hear him fumbling with the lock, then yelling to his friend “I guess my fuckin’ girlfriend isn’t home. I dunno where the fuck she is.” Then stumbling in and falling face first, loudly, on the kitchen floor. Would you be impressed? Then he asks what I did and because I am not all lovey-dovey he gets mad and accuses me of being a bitch. Which I love, yes, being awakened by a beligerant drunk…Anyway, he stumbles upstairs and crashes out on the spare bed. I head downstairs to our bedroom and hope it’s all over. But no.

Suddenly a terrible and extended crashing and pounding noise, and I realize he’s fallen down the stairs. So I get very scared, race up and he’s laying at the bottom of the stairs holding his face and saying ow ow ow. He looks ok though, manages to right himself and go pee, and I help him down to our bed. Luckily he falls asleep fairly quickly.

Turns out he’d had 13 pints and lord knows how many shots.

Next day we go out for breakfast with a friend. He asks about the sushi we had and I finally mention that it wasn’t just my friend I was with, but also the other three people. I promise, it wasn’t a big deal, I had no nefarious reasoning behind not telling him, I just figured that a) it wasn’t worth mentioning, and b) he’d probably only get mad anyway. But I can’t lie, so I told the truth. And guess who got in the most trouble?

Sigh.

Sometimes you can’t win for losing.

Sea-Bass Friday 24/10/2003

The black cat, Seamus, makes me laugh all the time. I don’t know what it is about her that is so funny, but just thinking about her cracks me up. Her messy face, her silly meows, her aimless wandering…I can even recognize her in the dark because she stomps when she walks.

Here is what happened last night: We were watching The Italian Job (ok, albeit predictable movie) and Seamus came up to me and stood on the floor and meowed. So I invited her up onto my lap, and she leapt up, and I realized that she smelled bad, like pee. So I shoved her off my lap. She walked 3 feet, turned around and jumped back up. I’d been folding laundry earlier, so I rubbed her all over with a used dryer sheet, which she didn’t like much. Ran away again, 3 feet, turned around and jumped back up. Rubbed her again. Ran away again. Then Paul yelled at me and shoved the dryer sheet deep into my pants. I mean, DEEP. Then when he wasn’t looking I hid it in the hood of his jacket. Ha ha and ha on him.

Yep, I ate another peanut butter bagel today.

Now it’s time to read the mail, or flyers, as some people call it.

Addictions Thursday 23/10/2003

I am currently addicted to peanut buttered toast. I can not get enough of it, and make it at least 2 meals per day. I love it when the pb gets all melty and runs over my fingers, making it impossible to type without a napkin being handy.

Me and The PZA are going to see an OHL game tonight. Maybe. Well, it’s something to do. My loneliness is profound right now.

I am going to make a timeline of my typical day, won’t that be fascinating.

When adding hex code to my page I find it impossible not to add the “u” to the word color.