New Adventures

So big things have happened since my last post, oh, 3 years ago. Most important things off the top of my non-caffeinated head are:

  • Got married. Wohoo!
  • Visited my dreamland, Japan, for my “honeymoon” (which happened before the actual wedding).
  • Visited Iceland, almost died, survived and came home with souvenirs and slight PTSD.
  • Picked up my life and moved to London, UK.

I’m now funemployed and have time to do something about this vanity project, so here I am, back from the dead (apparently).

Westminister Abbey the first day I landed.

I hope to keep my friends, family, and internet stalkers up to date with my new London-based adventures through this website, and will try my best to produce more content to justify paying the hosting costs for this thing.

I made a thing!

I started playing Pokemon Go and I’m HOOKED! I’ve never done hardcore drugs before but I imagine this feels sort of like the same thing. All the addiction without the absolute poverty and meth mouth! YAY! My house looks like crack den now though because I’ve neglected all the housework for the past two weeks, so bummer about that.

Oh well!

I also had time to make things! Check them out!

Team Mystic t-shirts!!! A tie-dyed version with hand-stenciled Articuno on it for men’s.

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Here’s a close up so you can see the texture details and all my hard work:

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And for the ladies! Or very effeminate men!

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Swanky, huh? This one was my absolute first print so I botched the “crown” a bit. Ah fuck it, I still love this so much. All hail the one true bird, dabirdofdanorf!

 

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I’m thinking about selling my work, maybe help to pay for a wedding next year (BTW, OH MY FUCKING GOD WEDDINGS ARE EXPENSIVE). If interested, shoot me an email, sweetnsoursayuri@gmail.com.

There’s a Toronto lure party meetup tonight, here’s to hoping a legendary shows up!

St. Lawrence Market adventures

I’d meant to visit the St. Lawrence Market today before heading to the Toronto Pride Parade later on, but I got sick, so I didn’t get much done T-T.

I got some photos though! Look at this shiny retro ride! Even the passenger looks retro!

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Brunch was the lobster roll from the Market Street Catch, a lovely restaurant off to the side of the market. It was okay. I think I’m just getting withdrawals because my beloved Rock Lobster has closed down, and I’ve never had a better lobster roll than the one I’ve had from them, with their buttery hot crispy buns and succulent pieces of lobster with a side of their signature Caesar cocktail, served with an actual lobster tail in the drink. The lobster bisque in the background was alright too, I burned my tongue (my fault) and it was a tad too salty (their fault). Even now the roof of my mouth is peeling dead skin because after burning myself, I ate the salty sour pickle to really kill off my delicate oral lining. Lovely.

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At least I got a sweet flag out of today, Winners was handing out free festive flags. My lion-cat now has a pride.

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Pride day means alot to me, I feel really lucky that I was born to identify easily as a female, and fall into the heteronormative and accepted category of finding people of the opposite sex attractive. I fell in love with a man and can declare my love to the world with no rebuke. No one will say it’s disgusting and unnatural or hate my existence because I’m enjoying the wonderful feeling of being in love and being with someone who cares for me. Everyone should be able to enjoy this feeling, but it saddens me that not everyone gets that chance, because there are intolerant and ignorant people who don’t want their world views to be challenged, or have their heads so far up their religious text’s ass they can no longer smell the shit coming out of it. I think being in the love is the most wonderful thing, and sometimes you really can’t control who you call in love with, so if two consenting adults decide they’re really meant for each other, why stop a good thing? People who find the concept of two pee pees touching each other gross should grow a pair and find their own ways of dealing with their gross mental incompetence without infringing on the rights of others. Let lovers hold hands, feel the warmth of each other’s affections, find the joy in each other’s embrace and be strengthened by the power that love bestows, no matter who they are. The world needs more of it anyways.