words of encouragement...

"Hmm.... 'Young, Broke & Screwed Pretty'... odd. Well, I guess that's cute... unless you become Old, Bankrupt & HIV Positive." -The Mother

Be Me in 5 Easy Steps!

(the fabulous life of aurora james)
1. Acquire the most ridiculously awesome life ever.
2. Fall in l♥ve with trash but KEEP SMILING!
3. Let it eat you up inside while filling your insides with toxins.
4. Play 'Blur- Coffee & TV' on repeat.
5. BURN OUT

Love & Drugs

give
me
more
of
one
to
numb
the
other.








calm the fuck down.
im just being dramatic.

hello?

Jesus hasn't answered my calls since the 80s.



i just keep getting a busy signal.

xo
au.

Whatever Happened to... my sweater?!

Now I know, the victim of a scanner backdrop. haute. artistic reincarnation....

whatever happened to corduroy?

my brother & some of my best friends.

my opinion? the bast band ever. well... one of them.
i wouldnt want my boyfriend steven tyler to get mad at me for choosing favorites! hardly fair.

http://myspace.com/whateverhappenedtocorduroy

snap.

a. FLIRTING ON MYSPACE. F-OFF says: (1:29:12 AM)
could you see me marrying the guy in my msn profile pic?

A - to rehab but i say no no no says: (1:29:14 AM)
no

a. FLIRTING ON MYSPACE. F-OFF says: (1:29:18 AM)
ugh

lightbulb moment!

Guess what?! Contrary to popular belief...

Guys on Yonge Street actually arent sleaze after all!

I've just been informed that when they whistle or 'kiss their teeth' at you its simply because they're...

(drumroll please)...

"putting you on notice that they've noticed you"

wel thats good.

♥: creative snob?

[In•de•pen•dent: (adj.) Not having sold one's life, career, and creative works over to a corporation.]

short&sweet.

hakunah-ma..ta-taas

"Im thinking about getting my ta-taas tended to."

"WHY?!"

"Im afraid one day they will sag..."

"So you'd rather pay to get them to look like shit now instead of waiting?!"

"Ummm... they dont have to look like shit"

"Do you remember ******* from Brampton?"

"Barely"

"Guess where she found her surgeon... Craigslist! So I mean, if you want to go be dumb & find some ryerson kid with a knife and a pudding pack to insert into your chest... do it. But this isnt an episode of NIp/Tuck you know, Julian McMahon is not going to come save & suck you. So dont say I didnt warn you!"

"Umm.."
[click.]

PS. http://toronto.craigslist.org/bts/422174819.html

you heard it here first people...

life support? f*k it!

Let's just say you were dieing... & you're name was (oh, i dunno)... 'Hip Hop'. You just find out you have 24hrs to live... what would you do!?
tough question, i know.
SO, i decided to reconnect with the words of a few of my mentors in the 90's...
their words are inspirational. ENJOY!

[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Ma$e, what would you do?

[Murda Ma$e]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

[Sheek]
What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket

[Styles]
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth

xo.
a.

ps. spare me the hate mail.

elite family critique

Because im THAT awesome, I just decided to do a search on my dad's last name on facebook in a super feeble attempt to locate some of my Toronto based cousins. all of whom i've never met. (& dont have much desire too)
the humour in this is the following:

though there were over 60 black females with that last name that appeared from my search, after spending 40 minutes looking through all of them...
i opted to only msg one.
why?

well, other than that one girl (an Elite model)... it just didnt seem plausible that any of these spokespeople of mediocracy could POSSIBLY be related to me.



*yes, im that conceited

take that 'hoe train'...

OH SNAP!
(love you, v!)

Yorkville is in serious SHIT...

well, for a lot of reasons.
but mainly i mean literally.

I get it. I mean I get the fact that EVERYONE in Yorkville has a dog. mainly small ones... which by the way is totally & completely passé at this point.
(Gaby - Sorry. I know this concept will create problems in our house...we'll talk about it ♥)


I digress, anyways... PEOPLE, i must tell you something: you're NOT at home anymore. Nigel is not going to clean up the corner of Hazelton & Scollard for you.
Pick Up Your SHIT!
(or at the very least get Nigel to accompany you on your stroll)

thanks, I really appreciate it.

xo.
a.