“A human girl can cheat on you or betray you sometimes”
FEBRUARY 2007 ARCHIVES II
FEBRUARY 2007 ARCHIVES II
day in the life of a postcard i wrote and addressed during summer and finally mailed last week
this girl emailed me several months ago and apologized.
maple leafs adventure sigh…
don’t steal my idea!
boz’s raymi junk package
i think they were actually pot of gold chocolates.
i like when i write emo stuff cos i get a thousand emails from people telling me how miserable they are and how i am like joan of arc to them or something here is an email:
someone thinks my talking voice is HOT.
maybe i will try this again and take advantage of my sick voice right now.
it’s like the golden girls on our floor
a bunch of videos starring me.
BRITNEY SPEARS SHAVED OFF ALL HER HAIR IN A TATTOO PARLOR. fil was like?? why are you telling me this now?? FINE he will feel really stupid when he sees the pictures of her.
i was sad cos i thought that i would never ever be able to learn how to use a computer.
hey kid the KKK is thataway –>
craig is stupid he said well when you die your stuff isn’t worth as much. um sorry when you die it is basically a goldmine.
hailey‘s review of my book.
whatevs man that explosion is BORING
don’t be jeals
fuck the planet i hate my life!
fil gets busted checking out a pregnant chick.
oh man i still hate this woman i want to know if she had a girl or a boy.
can’t eat it but one can dream
this makes my blood boil all over again.
sometimes there just aren’t enough blogs to stalk.
rachel ray sucks
here’s some journal excerpts from around 2004
please tell me if you have ever pretended to be invisible in a bookstore on your lunchbreak to look at girls thank you.
jeff won my justin timberlake cd signed by ME!
The problem with communists is they act like bossy know-it-alls in a country where nobody has any power and information is banned. the girl i am talking about in the post is a cashier at whole foods.
whatever my life has no meaning anyway.
one of my favourite pleasures is ripping my lip skin off with my teeth then drinking red wine…
DEAR MISCHA BARTON: CALL ME!
me: ha
try
cos a lime is so hard
the entire condo smelled like samir’s onion meat pita
i will regale them with how lazy and ignorant i am.
oh boy you are in for a treat:
so we didn’t go to fil’s work party because “i was sick”
here are a list of nationalities that i am not but people have once asked if i am in no particular order:
fil should be thanking me for breaking his camera because now he is a famous band photographer.
it’s a minfuck to be on the highway and see a backwards truck in front of you.
i love it when dudes are talking computers and they look at me like i don’t know anything then i join in on the conversation and correct everything they said 50/50 they die of boners on the spot or they get extremely defensive and competitive and repeat everything i said but re-word it then i’m like we are arguing the same side of the fence the only difference is you will never get a girlfriend bye.
me: STOP IT
raymi says:
dude sorry to break it to you but jesus did not have magical powers therefore did not rise from the dead to live again
if you care to know the top five blogs that i stalk you should…
more on how fucking insane i am to come.
more like REALLY LONG SHITTY COMIC BOOK nice try.
why are people so jealous of me all the time?
