yet ANOTHER example at how extremely cool i am.

merkley??? says:

you should be online in the middle of the night when i am wasted

raymi says:

yeh

raymi says:

i can barely type

raymi says:

when drunk

merkley??? says:

i was such an awesome drunk last night

merkley??? says:

i was telling everyone i loved them and shit

merkley??? says:

huggy drunk bastard

raymi says:

i missed out

raymi says:

i love hearing those speeches

merkley??? says:

my other drunk personality is the “this world doesnt deserve me” guy

merkley??? says:

its awesomely pathetic

raymi says:

NICE

raymi says:

give me an example

merkley??? says:

i go on and on about how fair and filled with love i am

merkley??? says:

and how i am so misunderstood

merkley??? says:

both of those are way better than my resentful drunk personality which happens one in maybe 20 times

merkley??? says:

thats when i go home too early

merkley??? says:

before i’m super tired

raymi says:

i get emotional and cry fight with fil

raymi says:

oooh i am interviewing a skinhead now

merkley??? says:

then suddenly anyone who isnt with me has somehow abandoned me or wronged me

this long-hair comes over and starts making out with matthew and i’m all whuuuh? my face turned into a big question mark and i asked if they were FUGs – fags until graduation and they just laughed at me. i told long-hair to cut his hair, he’d get more play and he said he gets enough already. sure there.

we are going to a hockey game tonite, the leaf game. i am excited. it will be my first time ever being in the ACC. i wasn’t going to post about it until afterward because i have major paranoia about potential-terrorism but fil said he is not going to let that affect his life so fine if something happens tonite it is fil’s fault for telling the world on his blog that we are going to a leaf game tonite and then it is partially my fault for going against my better judgement and writing about it also.

maybe i should get professional help about this problem but i don’t think there is anything they could do for me other than give me a bunch of xanax or whatever.

whenever i write about something i am doing or a place i am going on my blog i am this-close to having an anxiety attack over it, whether some lunatic is going to show up and kidnap me or a bunch of beheaders will show up, that’s why i mostly write about what i do after the fact.

how can you promote something if you don’t tell people about it so they can partake?

no wonder celebs are fucked in the head and go the hospital for “exhaustion” – not saying i am a celebrity or anything juss’ saying i dunno if i could handle it mentally if the world knew where i was going to be every step of the way, the red carpet, a wedding, whatever, i would like to be a big name but i would also like to be a loafter shut-in where i am safe. thank god for blogs, you can make yourself famous from your fucking apartment.

anyway, we have golds and we’ll be behind one of the nets so if you watch tonite look for us, i might be wearing a stupid light blue felt hat that i started sewing but i might not finish it.

k bye.

i also gave away carl the pickle to pierre cos when i am drunk i like giving people things, like here, have this FAMILY HEIRLOOM i don’t need it.

pfft.

fondue was a success. SUCCESS!

on our way to the silver dollar for anagram i jumped in the air and clicked my heels and went WOAH i got like three feet of air on that jump and hunter and the rest were all no you didn’t so i tried again and jumped even higher except my feet got tangled up in themselves and i fell and slid across the wet ground, in the street even. not even on sidewalk!

i skinned my knee and tried to blame it on everybody because they weren’t satisfied with my first jump, this was not even 40 seconds outside of our building and i am already on the floor. also my pants were wet and dirty and my jacket and my shirt, pierre was like sorry raymi you’re going out like that now.

fil pulled me aside to give me a talking to cos he thought i was too out of my element which i was but i got angry and authoritative about it and justified being on the wet pavement.

then we’re getting smokes and i am drunklor to the universe and loud-talking and this security guy comes over and i thought i was going to get in major trouble for being stupid but no he needed help, MY help at that.

he needed whore-bait!

he says there is some guy they are trying to evict from this building cos he buzzes in any whore who rings his apartment (he actually said whore, i know, awesome) so i say yeh i’ll do it. i kept my back to the camera and buzzed his apt. and the guy buzzed me in! doesn’t even know me, buzzes me in. fil took a bunch of fotos i am too hungoverlor to post them.

what else? my knee hurts and so does the rest of my body.

also trying to get out of silver dollar this out of nowhere moshpit crowd surfing happened and some big dude threw me into it, normally i woulda been all about it and been YEEAAAARH RAAAAW CATCH ME but it was a million degrees in there and i was trying to leave. who knew moshpits were happening again. remember when shows like 20/20 would do an expose on moshing or raves, like listen up parents this is what your teenagers are REALLY doing. OOOOoooooooh the big bad moshing raving boogeyman might get your sixteen year old, oh no!

yes i am retarded.

drunk post 2006 yo

we had a totally gay chocko fondue party then we played katamari and played buzztime and then we and then we and then we

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