went to h&m yesterday and bought a bunch of crap and didn’t try it on because ten million 13 year olds were lining up for the changerooms so i tried it on in the car instead then went to spadina gardens to eat chinese people then met up with martin and val to talk about tattoos then rented the incredibles and i gave fil a sad bastard faux-hawk, though it’s a tame one. i was kinda wasted at the time and buzzed a couple chunks out of the back of his head and didn’t tell him but he’ll know once he reads this or when aimee tells him. you can barely notice anyway. if it looked too perfect he’d look too much of a flamer anyway.

me on the other hand, i hate my short bangs, i hate my yellow hair. i am thinking of cutting it all off special kid style. everytime i look in the mirror i scowl at myself and when i see other people with better haircuts i want to turn invisible and scream at the moon.

that’s all i got for now.

Raymi,

So, I just wanted to dump a bucket of affection over your head, cuz I’ve been reading your vampire bat tales pretty regularly for about a month now. They usually leave me smiling, guffawing, masturbating, welling with tears, or cleaning coffee off my monitor. You’re like the Patti Smith of the blogosphere. (Or maybe it’s the Debbie Harry… heck, I don’t know…)

It’s as though Patti Smith & Bill Hicks had a lovechild after one tempestuous weekend fling & said “what shall we call her?” And Bill suggested, “how about Punky?” And Patti replied, “no, that’s no good. Invokes images of that horrendous but loveable short-lived tv show from the eighties.” Then she thought about it while she went back to spackling the bathtub & it suddenly dawned on her. “I know, let’s call her Raymi!” And the Lord sneezed & a myth was born.

Maybe it didn’t happen exactly like that. But anyhow, you rock like none other. Thought you should know. Maybe you’ve heard it before.

Keep it up!

Rob

i must have cried eighty times last nite because i am a soap opera and i almost threw up but i didn’t.

i went out for a smoke at one point and asked this wannabe hipster for a light and i thanked him afterward and he went, MMHMMM.

riiiiight, so you’re cool man hero pants because your hair is shaped like a tidal wave and you are wearing your grandpa’s blazer and jeans.

look out town, epitome of coolness over here.

in other news i think i undercooked a sausage ‘cos i immediately had awful stomache pains and then i crapped like i crapped in mexico like everything from inside my body and at the speed of light. anyway i am fine now.

i like telling you my stories.

we had sushi last nite and then flew to the supermarket and beer store and made it back in time to watch survivor. it was kind of a boring episode. not enough fighting. i like how the gay guy hates everybody and how he is really good at being gay.

ok i’m gonna go darn some socks now.