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they thought we were having an actual gay blogger party.

AHH HA!

Subject: Stupid Blog Parties
To: paigesix@gmail.com

Next time you have a party. Why not get the word out to a larger queer audience. We get 50,000 people a day checking our event listings.

And it’s free

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Don Quixote
The Inside Story Entertainment editor

last nite we went to get the new vice at american apparel rather i did and also bought a forty dollar shirt and fil got mad at me when i finally got back to the car and i was all I DIDN’T EVEN TRY IT ON! it was worth it though. WORTH IT!

FINALLY my two front teeth are the same length, what a difference. my mum was all you have model teeth at the pharmacy and i was like sweet then looked in a mirror and it was true except my teeth are yellow.

i brought fil’s ipod so i wouldn’t have to listen to easy rock music and ended up turning the volume way down so i could eavesdrop on the nurse asking the dentist a hundred questions about mp3’s and computers, unngh.

this morning i asked fil if he was vin diesel because he works out.

fil: no, but i could kick vin diesel’s ass!

raymi: pffffffffft yeah right vin diesel just heard that and is on his way over right now to kick your ass!

then fil locked himself in the bathroom.

we rented Prozac Nation finally, i read it when i was in Wimbledon and immediately decided that Lizzie was me. i remember reading it in this cafe in Rayne’s park and spent like 50 pounds on wine and coffees and sandwiches and i wrote ten million quotes in my journal, whatever nerd. so the movie was nicely done, not exactly true to the book though but still, pretty accurate despite christina ricci’s shitty crying. you do get to see her tits.

i was walking across the room to go to the kitchen for some scissors to cut my new striped sweater into a cardigan (which wasn’t the best idea oh well) and cid came out of nowhere and threw himself at my legs to make me trip but it didn’t work so he tried to attack me but i was too quick for him then he scream-meowed at me and i bent over and said to his face EL CID? MORE LIKE EL TWAT. FEED YOUR FUCKING SELF IF YOU’RE SO HUNGRY YOU ASSHOLE. DO THAT AGAIN AND YOUR NEW HOME IS IN THE PARK.

ok i didn’t really say that but i thought it.

anyway i am trying to remember what i wore to the dentist the last time i went for some reason it is important for me to impress my dentist despite him wearing a fuckin’ hawaiian shirt last time.

fil has a secret stash of pervy nude fotos of me and recently he has been EXPLOITING ME on his blog because he is a hit nazi. what else? we are arguing on the fone about metric now cos of the comment i left on his blog saying he is going to the concert in feb with some random girl who asked if he was going cos i am so totally bored of that band and fil is like can you get me on guest list i’ll go with samir and i am like HECK NO OPPORTUNIST cos samir has some kind of emily haines connections and if i don’t go and samir does this means fil will get to talk/hang out with/be ignored by his number one crush so that nite fil will either go by himself or someone else who is not samir and samir will hang out with me and make felt people!

i have to go to the dentist again for the other side of my mouth and to have my front tooth shaved. is that going to hurt? like hey man after you’re done working on those ten other cavity-ridden teeth could you file down this tooth over here? fuck. last time i had the gas for the first time and i pretty much had five mini-anxiety attacks cos it feels like you smoked a j and i was listening to john mayer and he was singing about some girl who disappeared i dunno and i thought it was a hidden message for me what with the gas and a fucking drill in my mouth so i stopped inhaling and the feeling went away.

the moral of the story is to NOT listen to john mayer when you are stoned because he has satanic messages in his songs.