tomorrow i am going to a lesbo wedding with jamie and aimee if she remembers that she wants to go with me and we are all going to wear garbage bags.

chokey said i was the guilty pleasure blog of the year. i am at the bottom after tony and the ward. the ward use to majorly s-talk me and me back to them and now we act like the other website doesn’t exist.

bleeeeeeeeeeep.

. says:

what tv shows do you watch if any

raymi says:

hmm

raymi says:

everybody loves raymond

. says:

HA

raymi says:

i know

Craig says:

what can you do?

raymi says:

nothing

Craig says:

hmmm

raymi says:

http://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/2005/01/craig-says-what-can-you-do-raymi-says.html

Craig says:

you’re funny.

raymi says:

oh right. i could do that.

raymi says:

i guess.

raymi says:

maybe i should take that down.

Craig says:

if you havn’t already you’re insane!!!

raymi says:

well i added more

that little girl was a bitch.

she totally stole my chair that was speaking to me about egyptian things and my purse was still in it! um hello, were you raised by mentally retarded rude-ass parents or something? i whispered at jamie that THAT girl stole my spot while i was taking your picture and in doing so she walked in front of my camera while i was taking your picture.

GUH!

so all day long me fil jamie were walking around looking for kids to give the finger to and take pictures of it all.

we whizzed thru the whole museum because everything was boooooooooring and the same crap that was there when i went in grade 2 except there was a new pearl exhibit with every single old person in canada there reading all the words in slow motion. fil found this pearl circumcision knife and we crowded around it like ten year olds making this big fuss and making everyone else wonder what we were looking at so they came over and saw and thought we were big pervy morons, which we were/are.

fil: “it looks like a letter opener.”

in the dinosaur part there was this couple on a date or something and the guy was trying to say everything he learned off a dinosaur cd ROM the nite before to her all at once and she is like thinking dude shut up lets just fuck already. the guy was talking to the entire exhibit basically. then fil pushed me over near them to maybe distract the guy from talking for a little bit but nooooooooooo blabbermouth keeps firing away and inevitably his lameness rubbed off on the girl and she started saying oh imagine if there were little horses like THAT running around today!?

um excuse me i say that to myself in my head everytime i am watching the discovery channel special on computer-animated dinosaurs, stop stealing!

jamie said that some of the bones weren’t even real bones.

prick.

then we ate at squirly’s and then we met up with brooke and she had dangly earrings that i couldn’t stop looking at oh and i bullied jamie into taking his insulin for me and fil to see and last minute i asked if he even needed to be taking it and he said yes and it was good that i had reminded him to.

there was a tiny fat guy dancing by himself by the pool tables and he was my favorite until he was walking by us and dropped his pool cue on the floor but it was ok i guess because he was carrying two glasses of beer.

yay jamie!

oh and ps. they were playing the yeah yeah yeahs over and over and i started dancing for three seconds and exclaimed that that one particular song makes me want to smash furniture and then i apologized for screaming when i talk.

ok that’s me. what a doink. ten seconds before dying my hair platinum. well, trying to anyway. i still haven’t returned the box of dye to the drugstore because i am too embarassed but moreso i want to keep it as/for a reminder to me to dissuade all future compulsions of dying hair out of boredom. next time hopefully i will read a book.

that’s a lie.

obviously i intend on dying my hair myself a.g.a.i.n.

too bad my eyes aren’t symmetrical in that picture.

brooke and jamie are leaving in a few minutes i guess from nyc to come here! this means i get to postpone sobriety for a few more days.

i hope they bring me something american, like, a flag?

they prolly won’t though jamie will have his ipod FM transmittor that fil can gay over.

i think we’ll take jamie to the rom. it’s his first time to the actual city of toronto. last two times he came it was boring suburbia and golden griddle. other blogoids tell me cool indie crap that i don’t know about yet that’s going on from now ’til friday.

me and cousin alex hung out yesterday at the mall and then went tanning and i had to buy my own fucking goggles so now i have these crazy little weird purple goggle things in my purse to laugh at. they’re the kind that don’t have the nose rest or elastics so when you are lying down in there you can’t be hyper ‘cos the things will fall off and you’ll get eye cancer so you have to basically, enjoy the whole experience and listen to dance muzak until you fall asleep or are finished masturbating.

so at the mall i bought a bunch of crap for myself and the new coupland book with the other half of the bookstore gift certificate and so now i have a dollar and 48 cents to burn sometime or other when i think of a book that i want which i won’t because i am convinced there will be no new books of any interest out anytime soon.

so we went to this junior girl store ‘cos everything is 50 per cent off the last ticketed price and at the adult version store nothing was 50 per cent off so i looked at everything i could see myself wearing or that could possibly fit me so i bought double extra large sweaters and the two snobby i hate my job i hate my life sales girls who worked there made zero effort to be nice to us, kiss our asses, in fact, they went out of their way to ignore us so of course this was their way of telling me to be big time obnoxious and irritating.

i understand that you are working in retail because you are killing time at school possibly and waiting for a cubicle job or something and that mall jobs suck and people are annoying but you know what, if that’s your fucking job to talk to me and tell me that something looks good on me even if it doesn’t, then fucking do it.

and i know i can be intimidating and abrasive-looking because i have the this is bullshit air about me et all, still, if i am going to go out of my way to be nice to you, and not even fake nice, real genuine nice, and i am not even being paid for it, you should be nice back, moron.

and yes i factored in the possible reason of rudeness being ‘cos i am obviously not a junior girl shopping in a junior girl store for myself and not for my junior girl daughter who is the same size as me but so what, i’m a bloody consumer and no one else was in the store. nobody. l;ishg;reihg;reoighre;lkghfdsgkdfhxvldfsh’.

so mad.

for example, some old guy budded in front of me the other day whilst out getting coffee and i didn’t do anything about it. i didn’t roll my eyes. i didn’t go excuuuuuuuse me old man what the fuck do you think you are doing? i didn’t shove him or scream. i merely looked around to see if anyone else had noticed and nobody did or cared so this told me, let it go, and so i did and then i told aimee about it and she was like good for you.

still, dude was rude and he’ll bud in front of someone else some other day and then there will be an incident but who cares.

i decided to be nice.

when i worked retail ie, with people, i loved talking to them and trying to make them smile or life easier, that’s my nature, so when i see other people being cunts about it, in anything that they do, bad day or not, suck it up and be nice.

learn to connect with people. learn how to be real. don’t be intimidated.