wow, gmail said i could invite 10 friends to use the shit. does this mean i am gmail’s favorite or what? does anyone want one? i can’t think of anyone in particular who i should “surprise” with a gmail account so if you are one of these poor sods, email me and i will gmail you and then we can walk around correcting old people when they use the word email in conversations, we can go, no you uncool old person, the correct term these days is g-mail.

like, holy!

ok that wasn’t very funny was it?

anyhow i just took a number two and i feel like the epitome of awesome right now and the cat is like, high 5.

that there is a picture of me and aimee on fil’s birthday. we were at green room after a long full day of other birthday things and that emily haines show

and we started drinking e.a.r.l.y. quite so and by the time we were at green room we were very very obnoxious and this circle of older persons on the patio smoking and drinking tried to be all clever at us and we totally attacked them to the point that the one girl wearing a beret had to leave with her boring sensitive guy-friend and then aimee said i want that fucking pitcher so we started being nice.

i went over finally because my balls are bigger than aimee’s and i said ok so since we are friends now, while i was filling up my empty pint glass with their pitcher and then the old stoner guy was like wow you guys are so real and other hippie shit and i was like, yah mon! real. always.

heh.

fil was filming the entire thing and after i saw it i felt like a big scarey meanie with an annoying smoker’s voice who screams at all the children on her street from the veranda because they are all having fun and my hair is in a tight bitchy bun and i have spaghetti sauce stains on my apron.

yah, i felt like that.

when we got back, mefilsteve played the i am something game you have ten tries to guess what i am ’til 5 in the morning and they were totally taking it seriously, like, all the f.u.n. out of it, being all technical and i am like for f sakes i am a fucking simspon’s character JUST FUCKING GUESS WHICH ONE I AM MY EYES ARE SQUINTING IN ON THEMSELVES JUST FUCKING BLOODY GUESS ALREADY WHAT ARE YOU SCIENTISTS!??!

and then i was angry that they guessed it correctly by the tenth question.

where is the challenge in that?

and they were too cool to play my survivor game, but not too cool to open it up and make fun of all the cards inside it.

when people make fun of survivor or reality shows i get real mad. ok, i get real mad at a lot of things, but i especially get real mad when they make fun of survivor because they always say the same thing, oh yah well i saw the first series like one episode and it was so gay, durdurudur.

and i’m like SHUT UP PISSANT, we’re on series 8 or something now and you are still whining about the first one, get fucked! you don’t see me making fun of you for watching that crappy cottage country show all the time.

urg.

survivor is great because it brings out the worst in everybody and you always want the one that gets picked on a lot to win but that never happens because it is always the deceiving jerkbag who wins and each series they get crabbier and crabbier and you are like YES SUFFERING!

and then when you are out some place and there is nothing to talk about you can start talking about survivor like it is the most important thing in the universe and then someone inevitably starts dissing it and you can turn into the incredible hulk and scream at them about some random immunity challenge and get all deep and insightful about the women’s rights movement and the person totally shuts up and realises that all the opinions they’ve ever had since the beginning of time before ever having met you , are WRONG, and then they start soul-searching and come to the conclusion that their emotional needs weren’t properly met as a child and they need to go find themself…

right.

arguing is what keeps me going.