raymi makes the bed

this is how you get people to tell you super secret stuff at parties when you meet them for the very first time and then later on you talk to their friends who they’ve known for years and are like joe blow told me this this and this and their friend is all WHAT I HAVE KNOWN JOE FOR TEN YEARS, HE NEVER TOLD ME THAT – YOU MET HIM FIVE MINUTES AGO AND HE TOLD YOU THAT!?!??!

1. get wasted

2. get joe blow wasted

3. divulge a bunch of personal information about yourself that you’ve told to various other people before in the past, bonus points for watery-eyes.

4. eye contact

5. touch their shoulder and smile a lot, nod your head

6. make them feel like they are the only person at the party and they have your undivided attention. ask the right questions, stick to the same subject, it will lead you to the juicy shit.

7. tell them a hilarious gossip bomb about someone you know

8. by now they should be telling you a bunch of secrets

9. memorize everything they say

10. act like it’s no big deal that you know this shit

11. tell their friend about it the following day

12. forget about all of it

so instead of meeting sharpie for dinner i made tofu chicken rice onion butter chicken whatever and shared it with fil and i am still anorexic cos amorexics eat huge portions of butter chicken.

we rented domino even though i said i would not see it again, i needed to watch some fluff. serious movies make me want to drink booze. so we drank diet coke.

skinny bitches who drink diet coke and say they drink it cos they like the taste better than regular coke are lying fat slobs and i know this because I AM ONE. diet coke tastes like chemical carbonated soup and makes me feel like shit like my insides are mutating and drying out and my head feels like i drank arsenic.

that’s all i got.

Nice try, but he hasn’t fired me yet

all right… so I’m speed reading your blog at work, scrolling pretty quickly. My boss walks up, looks at the screen, whatcha doing? Bang! Boobs. Two of them. Now to the casual observer this might be a bad thing, your boss catching you looking at boobs that aren’t your own. But I play the honesty card, and tell him “looking at boobs with you”. And all ends well.

Thomas

one year ago today

haha to add to that i would be like, “excuse me last year you guys told your dad you’d wait in the car while he settled up the bill and he never did. seems to me someone owes me for two bills tonite.”

oh yeah people who use the word ‘dashed’ are irritating pretentious closet homos.

“i dashed out his brains”

excuse me, what? you ran out his brains? oh, ok.

thinking about not eating makes me super irritable and tonite we’re meeting sharpie for dinner. ungh. i don’t know how anorexics can enjoy being anorexic. so many hours of my day are spent thinking about eating, what i am going to buy to cook, i dunno how anorexics fill their days and kill time. day 7 of anorexia: today i ate a piece of lettuce for three hours and now i am going to blow my brains out cos it was so fucking boring. goodbye cruel fat world.

i ripped off 90 per cent of my baby toenail saturday nite wasted. idiot.

Lips & Assholes says:

fine

raymi says:

good

Lips & Assholes says:

great

raymi says:

are you on your period too

Lips & Assholes says:

no

raymi says:

well u are always bitchy

raymi says:

is like being a bitter seahag the thing that people are doing in San Francisco right now

Lips & Assholes says:

its cause i hate white people like the black panthers

raymi says:

oh my god i dont hate them

raymi says:

i also mentioned the kkk u moron

Lips & Assholes says:

hahahahahah

raymi says:

yer the one who said it wasnt hip to be black right now

raymi says:

u have black guilt

Lips & Assholes says:

yeah thats part of my plan to fuck with your head

Lips & Assholes says:

i secretly want to impregnate all the white women so they have brown babies

Lips & Assholes says:

do you know about the brown babie$?

raymi says:

u were seriously angry that i mentioned the black panthers?

Lips & Assholes says:

the girls, i mean

raymi says:

i dont care

Lips & Assholes says:

i want you to write about them, but dont mention my name cause i want to do a couple of them

raymi says:

what is so cool about wearing bomber jackets and listening to public enemy and wearing black berets and blaming all of your problems on whitey

Lips & Assholes says:

but trash talk them

Lips & Assholes says:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Lips & Assholes says:

that was funny

raymi says:

thanks

Lips & Assholes says:

good job

Lips & Assholes says:

but yeah

Lips & Assholes says:

trash talk the BB$

raymi says:

like that one guy on fresh prince of bel-air who wont let carlton into the fraternity cos he isnt black enough and will is all tryin’ to defend him and carlton goes, “no will, i got this one.” AHHAHAHAHAHa

Lips & Assholes says:

hahahahah

raymi says:

why do i trash talk them, i dont want a bunch of brown girls to kill me

Lips & Assholes says:

they all live in LA except for maria and natalie

Lips & Assholes says:

http://thehundreds.com/lalifestyle/brownbabies/interview.html

Lips & Assholes says:

theres all you need to know

raymi says:

http://listings.drenchedinpain.com/freshprince/1.jpg

Lips & Assholes says:

they are a crew of girls who are known for nothing but looking cute and being at parties

raymi says:

Lax: My girls are a bunch of strong, creative-minded, and fashion-forward females that represent many aspects of the Los Angeles street couture culture… SHOUT OUT TIME! :

Lips & Assholes says:

like paris hilton, but brown.

raymi says:

wow how boring

Lips & Assholes says:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

raymi says:

im sorry but this would be the most boring unfun thing to write about