booze eyes who did that?

yes.

yep.

this seems like a good idea.

the world is spinning.

great bathroom.

fascinating.

when i was done talking about myself, we went home.

booze eyes who did that?

yes.

yep.

this seems like a good idea.

the world is spinning.

great bathroom.

fascinating.

when i was done talking about myself, we went home.

look it’s me and robin brule, she is in samir’s film short.

me: i just had to jill off i feel so lousy
my ass hurts
from crapping
my ass hairs are in pain
i hope someone isnt reading over your shoulder

Phil: ew jill ew

me: the second coffee touches my lips i am going to be in the bathroom for an hour

Phil: ew for so many reasons

me: i said jill for your benefit
from yesterdays pain
remember when my face got slammed in the cab yesterday cos i was trying to yell out the window to samir who didnt even hear me
stefan did tho
my life sucks
and my knee is scraped
i may as well share this on my blog

Phil: yes

here’s what happened, our cab was cut off as i was leaning out the window screaming down the street at samir a happy birthday and the cabbie slammed on his breaks and my face smashed into the back of the passenger seat like in cliche movies and my knee got scraped on the midle armrest and the cabbie apologized a lot and i’m like no biggie but then sensed that i could get some sympathy out of the guy so i said well my knee is scraped in my oh shucks voice and then he apologized some more and lipped off the other car then me and fil had to act like it (me) wasn’t (isn’t) embarrassing, well i had to act like i didn’t care and fil had to pretend he didn’t know i was acting like i didn’t care. i am never saying bye to anyone ever again EVER from a cab i am not that guy who can pull it off even though i tried for a long time, that guy is someone else. sigh. jealous.

oh and my butt hurts from excessive wiping, that’s all.

and don’t be mad at me and make me feel worse about it fil did a shot of tequila and i didn’t yes that settles this!

i’m hungry.

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subject: copy cat?

raymi, is lucy liu trying to steal your look?

from jd.

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hmm, i’m noticing a theme here.

look it’s me and robin brule, she is in samir’s film short.

me: i just had to jill off i feel so lousy
my ass hurts
from crapping
my ass hairs are in pain
i hope someone isnt reading over your shoulder

Phil: ew jill ew

me: the second coffee touches my lips i am going to be in the bathroom for an hour

Phil: ew for so many reasons

me: i said jill for your benefit
from yesterdays pain
remember when my face got slammed in the cab yesterday cos i was trying to yell out the window to samir who didnt even hear me
stefan did tho
my life sucks
and my knee is scraped
i may as well share this on my blog

Phil: yes

here’s what happened, our cab was cut off as i was leaning out the window screaming down the street at samir a happy birthday and the cabbie slammed on his breaks and my face smashed into the back of the passenger seat like in cliche movies and my knee got scraped on the midle armrest and the cabbie apologized a lot and i’m like no biggie but then sensed that i could get some sympathy out of the guy so i said well my knee is scraped in my oh shucks voice and then he apologized some more and lipped off the other car then me and fil had to act like it (me) wasn’t (isn’t) embarrassing, well i had to act like i didn’t care and fil had to pretend he didn’t know i was acting like i didn’t care. i am never saying bye to anyone ever again EVER from a cab i am not that guy who can pull it off even though i tried for a long time, that guy is someone else. sigh. jealous.

oh and my butt hurts from excessive wiping, that’s all.

and don’t be mad at me and make me feel worse about it fil did a shot of tequila and i didn’t yes that settles this!

i’m hungry.

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subject: copy cat?

raymi, is lucy liu trying to steal your look?

from jd.

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hmm, i’m noticing a theme here.

should i leave a passive aggressive note or not?

i just went and stuffed in a thousand things into ONE washer, separating is for insert european country here, anyway this woman who is always doing laundry when i roll up was down there and using three machines, the rule is two, rules are stupid anyway, but the point is, three machines for a small amount of laundry spread out over three, when i am stuffing a ton of shit into one, my entire load tripled hers. so i am using the one closest to the door and her laundry cart was in my way the whole time and then when she moved to go she looked at me to move out of the way, i ignored her and i am pouring detergent into the cup like i am supposed to move while i am doing that? (neither of us said hello to each other when i entered, we used to but gave up on pretending we like each other) and so she loudly pulled it out to let me know that i am a bitch and had to push it around the table BIG DEAL right, well passive aggressively it is a big deal, because i won. i was so close SO CLOSE so close to saying oh you are using three machines? but i didn’t want her to think my point was about the laundry room rules, when actually my argument is about the conservation of water (she also had hot water instead of warm or cold) but i let it go, i figured she wouldn’t get it, no offense europe but you don’t exactly give a shit about saving water when it comes to laundry, it’s all a bottomless luxury and you feel it’s owed to you well you act like that anyway i can see it in your FACE! (yes i am totally generalising here based on the oh 200 european parents i have come across in my life), also, it was like a territorial thing too, she was like ahHa i have claimed 3 machines what are you going to do about it? she also looked me up and down i saw through the corner of my eye and i just bent over in my short shorts like a fuck you hag. the silence was tense, loud tense angry silence she was so waiting for me to say something.

so, should i go leave a note tack it on the corkboard or tape it to her machines or do nothing and wait ’til next time?

i looked inside all of them too and everything was the same colour so no need to separate.

oh i bet she will be an even huger asshole and use all four dryers too and she was loudly jangling her ziploc bag of quarters as she was leaving, her life is laundry.

honest ed’s soldiers. fil said if i blogged these i have to say that they depress him and make him want to kill himself because eating them is so white trash. yeah he’ll change his tune come saturday morning when his espresso is all irished up.

i got you in my sights ignore that whatever syrup glob.

recycling, let it pile up nicely this time.

haha honest ed’s we were like 99 cents wicked!

should i leave a passive aggressive note or not?

i just went and stuffed in a thousand things into ONE washer, separating is for insert european country here, anyway this woman who is always doing laundry when i roll up was down there and using three machines, the rule is two, rules are stupid anyway, but the point is, three machines for a small amount of laundry spread out over three, when i am stuffing a ton of shit into one, my entire load tripled hers. so i am using the one closest to the door and her laundry cart was in my way the whole time and then when she moved to go she looked at me to move out of the way, i ignored her and i am pouring detergent into the cup like i am supposed to move while i am doing that? (neither of us said hello to each other when i entered, we used to but gave up on pretending we like each other) and so she loudly pulled it out to let me know that i am a bitch and had to push it around the table BIG DEAL right, well passive aggressively it is a big deal, because i won. i was so close SO CLOSE so close to saying oh you are using three machines? but i didn’t want her to think my point was about the laundry room rules, when actually my argument is about the conservation of water (she also had hot water instead of warm or cold) but i let it go, i figured she wouldn’t get it, no offense europe but you don’t exactly give a shit about saving water when it comes to laundry, it’s all a bottomless luxury and you feel it’s owed to you well you act like that anyway i can see it in your FACE! (yes i am totally generalising here based on the oh 200 european parents i have come across in my life), also, it was like a territorial thing too, she was like ahHa i have claimed 3 machines what are you going to do about it? she also looked me up and down i saw through the corner of my eye and i just bent over in my short shorts like a fuck you hag. the silence was tense, loud tense angry silence she was so waiting for me to say something.

so, should i go leave a note tack it on the corkboard or tape it to her machines or do nothing and wait ’til next time?

i looked inside all of them too and everything was the same colour so no need to separate.

oh i bet she will be an even huger asshole and use all four dryers too and she was loudly jangling her ziploc bag of quarters as she was leaving, her life is laundry.

honest ed’s soldiers. fil said if i blogged these i have to say that they depress him and make him want to kill himself because eating them is so white trash. yeah he’ll change his tune come saturday morning when his espresso is all irished up.

i got you in my sights ignore that whatever syrup glob.

recycling, let it pile up nicely this time.

haha honest ed’s we were like 99 cents wicked!

i made fil a leftover lick’s burger and by made i mean toasted the bun nuked the patty and gave him some pepper brie on top best idea ever.

then he accompanied me on my sashimi adventure to criticize everything about how i eat and kept stopping himself then starting again. that black dude had an earring and a bag from the silver snail and had really loud opinions about microsoft, he reminded me of the black guy from the first season of the real world, the angry cheesy guy who fought with everyone and made everything a race-thing when actually everything was about how aggressive, argumentative and irritating he is. fucking shut up. no, it was about his earring!

and THIS cheesy blond curls chick on the right ungh she looked over at me and rolled her eyes when i swizzled my chopsticks together to get the slivers off, my ritual. it was loud for like two seconds and totally distracted her from the shitty conversation taking place fuck you we are in a fight now! she was wearing tacky wedding high heel sandals and a coral pink dress with swirly mystical garbage design. the other lady paid for everyone and was sporting a long librarian dress ew. i would kill myself if i was at their table.

starvlor! do you know what it is like to prepare a delicious hamburger on an empty stomach and then watch someone else eat it?

THEN IT STARTED RAINING! looks like the previous owners got out just in time.

i told fil i was in a sadness so i was having sake talk to the hand.

oh what a surprise making fun of my pinky AGAIN it’s called genetics you stupid dick.

this time i got sashimi supreme, for a dollar more you get 17 pieces which basically consist of that octopus and a few extras.

i gave fil the whatever is seared fish i don’t like it, peppery seared excuse me but i ordered sashimi not a steak.

sticky nerf paddle ball anyone?

the salmon was so perfect yesterday i am a full-blown lesbian yes, days i eat sashimi i can drink all i want and the next morning no weight gain.

oh how nice that the ceiling rained last nite during sashimi time for fifteen minutes.

i stuck it out anyway because i am rock and roll like that.

i made fil a leftover lick’s burger and by made i mean toasted the bun nuked the patty and gave him some pepper brie on top best idea ever.

then he accompanied me on my sashimi adventure to criticize everything about how i eat and kept stopping himself then starting again. that black dude had an earring and a bag from the silver snail and had really loud opinions about microsoft, he reminded me of the black guy from the first season of the real world, the angry cheesy guy who fought with everyone and made everything a race-thing when actually everything was about how aggressive, argumentative and irritating he is. fucking shut up. no, it was about his earring!

and THIS cheesy blond curls chick on the right ungh she looked over at me and rolled her eyes when i swizzled my chopsticks together to get the slivers off, my ritual. it was loud for like two seconds and totally distracted her from the shitty conversation taking place fuck you we are in a fight now! she was wearing tacky wedding high heel sandals and a coral pink dress with swirly mystical garbage design. the other lady paid for everyone and was sporting a long librarian dress ew. i would kill myself if i was at their table.

starvlor! do you know what it is like to prepare a delicious hamburger on an empty stomach and then watch someone else eat it?

THEN IT STARTED RAINING! looks like the previous owners got out just in time.

i told fil i was in a sadness so i was having sake talk to the hand.

oh what a surprise making fun of my pinky AGAIN it’s called genetics you stupid dick.

this time i got sashimi supreme, for a dollar more you get 17 pieces which basically consist of that octopus and a few extras.

i gave fil the whatever is seared fish i don’t like it, peppery seared excuse me but i ordered sashimi not a steak.

sticky nerf paddle ball anyone?

the salmon was so perfect yesterday i am a full-blown lesbian yes, days i eat sashimi i can drink all i want and the next morning no weight gain.

oh how nice that the ceiling rained last nite during sashimi time for fifteen minutes.

i stuck it out anyway because i am rock and roll like that.