the raymi diet is coming along quite beautifully. lots of caffeine and cigarette low carbs the right fats sit-up central and fake tanning lotion. my metabolism is lightning. im like yo what is it in cigarettes tha makes me crap immediately and angelo is all something is in there that does it. it’s like magic.

i washed blythe’s hair yesterday, shampoo’d it and conditioned and blowdryed it and then put the straightener to it and burned half of her fucking hair off. sorry blythe. i’m glad i was able to get the burnt synthetic hair fibres off the ceramic hairthing if it were the cheaper one i used there is no way in hell that woulda come off.

am i the only one pretending to pay attention to soccer right now? i like it enough when im in a pub knee-deep in pints. last time in toronto i would be biking to work turn a corner and be right smack in the middle of chinks on cars setting off fireworks all frenzied and manic panic. every other day a new unit of nationality would be going balls mental. i lived in lil italy too so u can imagine what it was like.

i think i’m gonna jerk off now have a shower shave my snatch fix up my room and think about panama. superjudge wants me to bring him back a hat.