emo news report

i am thinking about eating more chicken maybe i’ll wait and make salad out of it later with goat cheese & jerk sauce and fil will punch me in the face and eat it all with his hands cowering on the kitchen floor by the cabinets like an opposum busted going through the trash eyes like flashlight beams DON’T LOOK AT ME! and he sounds like a banshee from hell.

there is a fancy olive oil on the counter called PLANETA and everytime i look at it i think it says PLACENTA and then i am like ew for the rest of the morning when i am making espresso LEAVE ME ALONE PLACENTA OIL.

i was going to write a telling it like it is anecdote about how annoying i think graphic novels are but i don’t want pitt to kill himself and write a novel in my comments i didn’t really think through all my opinions of why they are annoying either, they just are. come on, graphic? novel? more like REALLY LONG SHITTY COMIC BOOK nice try.

here are some pictures of my friends:


phony photo booth


emo cereal


emo news report

i am thinking about eating more chicken maybe i’ll wait and make salad out of it later with goat cheese & jerk sauce and fil will punch me in the face and eat it all with his hands cowering on the kitchen floor by the cabinets like an opposum busted going through the trash eyes like flashlight beams DON’T LOOK AT ME! and he sounds like a banshee from hell.

there is a fancy olive oil on the counter called PLANETA and everytime i look at it i think it says PLACENTA and then i am like ew for the rest of the morning when i am making espresso LEAVE ME ALONE PLACENTA OIL.

i was going to write a telling it like it is anecdote about how annoying i think graphic novels are but i don’t want pitt to kill himself and write a novel in my comments i didn’t really think through all my opinions of why they are annoying either, they just are. come on, graphic? novel? more like REALLY LONG SHITTY COMIC BOOK nice try.

here are some pictures of my friends:


phony photo booth


emo cereal

last nite i ate 2/3 of a roast chicken from loblaws well maybe 3/4 of it or 4/5 depending which way you look at it cid helped me. i started eating it with my mouth only holding the container in my hand/lap and going at it, lise was like NICE ONE despite having not eaten an animal in two months, we pull into the gas station and this douche taxi driver is aiming to take the pump we had been waiting thirty seconds for, i roll down the window, chicken in one hand, it all over my face and fingers and make a sarcastic angry motion that uh excuse me this is our pump and he returns the sarcastic gesture being all well go to it then meanwhile he was diagonally about to saddle up to it so he goes away lise gets out to pump and i am in the car eating my chicken and luckily no one else was watching you know when you are in the car and there is another car in front facing you and you and the person sitting in the other car have to act like you aren’t looking at each other every 4 seconds and you play that look then look away game i hate that.

then as lise is trying to back up to leave this yuppie turd in a white SUV blocks us in and by now it is established that we are ragelors probably the smell of the chicken and the stupidity of all of toronto except for me and lise so she gets out of the car and tells the guy to BACK UP who was on his cellphone totally oblivious to the fact that we can’t move for his shitty mobile cos he has blocked us in, i am very nervous about this because lise has totally fought people in cars before haha.

before this incident we are pulling into the lcbo and this other car pulls in from the other entrance and does a stand-off with us and we are like wtf MOVE then it does and we go back to talking about girl things and as we are walking to the entrance this little troll woman in wellies and garbageman clothes starts telling us about lise’s missing light and how she didn’t know what to do and how we should be careful when we are leaving and we are just standing there giving the you are a fucking retard face. I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO COS YOU ARE MISSING A LIGHT. i like when people give you lessons you didn’t ask for like it is do or die. then i spied on her in the lcbo at this point i wasn’t sure if she was even a woman and i was thinking about my chicken and i hadn’t eaten all day I WILL KILL EVERYTHING! the troll went right to the beer section, i didn’t see what she got, unfortunately. lise said her headlight has been missing for six months and no one has given her a lesson about it before.

then before we went to pay i said lise this lady talks a lot watch this and then we go to pay and the cashier talks to us forever and lise is trying to contain herself. anyway i like that chatty lady, the first time she spoke to me last summer i was a bit freaked out cos i spend all day alone, a whole day can go by and i won’t have opened my mouth to say anything and then i walk to the lcbo alone thinking about stupid shit and then this lady starts a full-blown conversation with me it was too nice i felt like i had to jump through that window right now but it did make me feel special for the rest of the day.

more on how fucking insane i am to come.

ps. i am sick of winter.

last nite i ate 2/3 of a roast chicken from loblaws well maybe 3/4 of it or 4/5 depending which way you look at it cid helped me. i started eating it with my mouth only holding the container in my hand/lap and going at it, lise was like NICE ONE despite having not eaten an animal in two months, we pull into the gas station and this douche taxi driver is aiming to take the pump we had been waiting thirty seconds for, i roll down the window, chicken in one hand, it all over my face and fingers and make a sarcastic angry motion that uh excuse me this is our pump and he returns the sarcastic gesture being all well go to it then meanwhile he was diagonally about to saddle up to it so he goes away lise gets out to pump and i am in the car eating my chicken and luckily no one else was watching you know when you are in the car and there is another car in front facing you and you and the person sitting in the other car have to act like you aren’t looking at each other every 4 seconds and you play that look then look away game i hate that.

then as lise is trying to back up to leave this yuppie turd in a white SUV blocks us in and by now it is established that we are ragelors probably the smell of the chicken and the stupidity of all of toronto except for me and lise so she gets out of the car and tells the guy to BACK UP who was on his cellphone totally oblivious to the fact that we can’t move for his shitty mobile cos he has blocked us in, i am very nervous about this because lise has totally fought people in cars before haha.

before this incident we are pulling into the lcbo and this other car pulls in from the other entrance and does a stand-off with us and we are like wtf MOVE then it does and we go back to talking about girl things and as we are walking to the entrance this little troll woman in wellies and garbageman clothes starts telling us about lise’s missing light and how she didn’t know what to do and how we should be careful when we are leaving and we are just standing there giving the you are a fucking retard face. I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO COS YOU ARE MISSING A LIGHT. i like when people give you lessons you didn’t ask for like it is do or die. then i spied on her in the lcbo at this point i wasn’t sure if she was even a woman and i was thinking about my chicken and i hadn’t eaten all day I WILL KILL EVERYTHING! the troll went right to the beer section, i didn’t see what she got, unfortunately. lise said her headlight has been missing for six months and no one has given her a lesson about it before.

then before we went to pay i said lise this lady talks a lot watch this and then we go to pay and the cashier talks to us forever and lise is trying to contain herself. anyway i like that chatty lady, the first time she spoke to me last summer i was a bit freaked out cos i spend all day alone, a whole day can go by and i won’t have opened my mouth to say anything and then i walk to the lcbo alone thinking about stupid shit and then this lady starts a full-blown conversation with me it was too nice i felt like i had to jump through that window right now but it did make me feel special for the rest of the day.

more on how fucking insane i am to come.

ps. i am sick of winter.

if you care to know the top five blogs that i stalk you should

READ THIS ARTICLE

don’t cry if your blog wasn’t mentioned, fil‘s wasn’t and speaking of his blog he has something to share with you here:

NEWS FROM A RECENTLY SILENCED PHILOGYNIST!!!

what the sweet mother fuck? philogynist logged into blogger this morning to portion out a dollop of his usual literary crack that you love so much and is so highly addictive that it should be classified as an opiate only to find that:

This blog has been locked by Blogger’s spam-prevention robots. You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts.

with a little digging px quickly learned that his blog being locked by blogger was tantamount to a scathing indictment of the quality of his site:

spam blogs… can be recognized by their irrelevant, repetitive, or nonsensical text, along with a large number of links, usually all pointing to a single site.

hmmm, philogynist hmmmm-ed to himself… irrelevant? check. repetitive? well, you’ve got cid, raymi, or booze so… check. nonsensical? third person, calls himself philogynist – check. lots of links pointing to one site? pretty much every other post links to raymi so it’s difficult to argue.

We have received your request for a review to verify that your blog is not a spam blog. Someone will look over your blog and respond

it’s going to be locked forever.

if you care to know the top five blogs that i stalk you should

READ THIS ARTICLE

don’t cry if your blog wasn’t mentioned, fil‘s wasn’t and speaking of his blog he has something to share with you here:

NEWS FROM A RECENTLY SILENCED PHILOGYNIST!!!

what the sweet mother fuck? philogynist logged into blogger this morning to portion out a dollop of his usual literary crack that you love so much and is so highly addictive that it should be classified as an opiate only to find that:

This blog has been locked by Blogger’s spam-prevention robots. You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts.

with a little digging px quickly learned that his blog being locked by blogger was tantamount to a scathing indictment of the quality of his site:

spam blogs… can be recognized by their irrelevant, repetitive, or nonsensical text, along with a large number of links, usually all pointing to a single site.

hmmm, philogynist hmmmm-ed to himself… irrelevant? check. repetitive? well, you’ve got cid, raymi, or booze so… check. nonsensical? third person, calls himself philogynist – check. lots of links pointing to one site? pretty much every other post links to raymi so it’s difficult to argue.

We have received your request for a review to verify that your blog is not a spam blog. Someone will look over your blog and respond

it’s going to be locked forever.