raymi says:

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nowl boggle says:

nice

raymi says:

i know

nowl boggle says:

some young girl is asking me for tips on how to pick up this cute dude who works at a video store

nowl boggle says:

at 5 these girls are gonna pee on dundas square

nowl boggle says:

kristin is taking me out for ice cream after work

raymi says:

why is she asking you, you’re like, ancient

nowl boggle says:

thats exactly why!

nowl boggle says:

wise

raymi says:

so what are your tips then

nowl boggle says:

well, i suggested Not walking right in and asking him out

nowl boggle says:

like she was about to do

nowl boggle says:

a more casual run-in with “we should definitely hang out some time” would be more fitting

raymi says:

lame

nowl boggle says:

what should she do

raymi says:

tell him she has a trampoline

there were too many douche bags at supermarket so went to social instead where there were less douche bags and noel said he will design my dear raymi book cover which will be brilliant i am sure. i crashed on their couch with the cat making out with my hand oh what to do today i have not so much money but i have a bicycle and a camera.

i’ve decided to spend all my money on pvc clothing and i am only going to hang out at zen lounge from now on and recite goth poetry that i make up on the spot while i sway to the music. how original i will be. oh mystical sadness i wallow in thee like a dying engine of the ugliest chevrolet and my heartstrings are plucked by swarms of moths and i wither and drown in the pastures of the seventh circle of hell sdg;oifdsgj re’jg fdlgvkmfds.vmdsv. md and i drink ansinth and cut off my ear.

no fuck that, i am going to publish a book of kiss-ass and mean emails i have received over the years.

i might have a plumbing job at the end of the week, if not, next week. fil said i don’t know anything about plumbing and that’s not true, i have five years experience in the selling of parts therefore i know the names of things and what goes where and how you put it together and whatever i don’t know i can learn, so shut up. boys don’t like it when you can do the same job as them and the only reason i am being hired on is because i look like the guy’s ex-girlfriend he dated when he was in his twenties. heh.

yesterday fil stepped on my finger by accident and i tried to fake-cry to make him feel bad and to lay on the guilt but it didn’t work, he just laughed at me, the same thnig he did when his fucking cat slaughtered my thigh and i started crying immediately, real tears because that little bitch sunk his teeth right in and blood came out everywhere and now i have two ugly vampire bite marks on my thigh. ps it really hurt. my hair could be on fire and an arrow shot through my hand and all fil would do is laugh.