welcome to emo tuesdays.
i think i ran out of jokes i don’t have anything to say today.
my blog is blocked in saudi arabia.
my stomache is humongous from all that jerk soup if you want to come over for a tasting email me all zero of you.
ok
i think humongous should be spelled hu mong u ous
that’s how i pronounce it anyway HUE MUNG YOU US!
memory lane
my heart is breaking.
they are the best
my dad’s other band called doctor robert played in port credit on sunday and the fans were OUT OF THIS WORLD
**i wrote this last nite blogger was down so here it is now enjoy.
i am watching hell’s kitchen and i am unable to experience the stress of it all cos my face was blown-off with hotness from the jerk chicken fil and i prepared tonite and the white wine is doing nothing to aid in my volcano face eruption of fire lava and fil is very crabby cos he put too much sea salt in it without tasting first anyway my nose is drooling out snot and my mouth has lost its capacity of closing and i look like the kid who sits in the front of the schoolbus right now who stuffs their winter jacket into light sockets oh fuck i may as well walk across hot coals and shove jalapenos in my eyes and wear a gasoline-filled astronaut suit and catch zippos and fireworks, sparklers EVERYTHING THAT IS HOT FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME MY SKIN IS BLISTERING!@!!!!
oh yeah yesterday at the harbourfront spicy food fair we waited in line ten minutes for jerk chicken and rice and peas and they didn’t sell water or soda or anything drinkwise and we sit down and the second the chicken wing touched my lips it was like some douche with a crossbow shooting burning rags into the character of my being so i wandered around trying to find anyone selling drinks and there were long lines everywhere and i still have hot chicken slop burning my face skin off AND NO ONE CARES
at one point in my hot food high i was walking across this field in front of a stage and i looked back over my right shoulder to this chick with a mic trying to get people to donate to some cause and they get free rice/spicy jam samples… anyway i hear the word FREE and i turn but i’m still fucked in the head from all the HOT so in that instance when my head was turned it felt like i had walked into a wall or something even tho i was in an empty field I SWEAR it was like that fucking simpsons episode what with the chili tasting competition and homer transcends through time cos of that chili he eats THAT WAS ME YESTERDAY AND IT’S PRETTY MUCH ME RIGHT NOW I COULD JUMP THROUGH GLASS AND BARBED WIRE ok enough metaphors
bye.
dear justin
hi i am raymi i like your new song and i am glad that you have decided to bring sexy back cos i have been seeing a lot of ugly people in my neighborhood lately, i think it is very nice that you have decided to give sexy back to the people. anyway i bought your justified cd when it came out and we listened to it a lot during coke parties at my old apartment and i got a lot of people who wouldn’t normally be interested in listening to an ex-n’sync dude listening to it and sort of coke-shuffling to it, so cos of this i think you should mail me your new cd. also i have a blog do you know what a blog is? whatever you’re a celebrity who cares. ps. tell me the truth did you know lance was gay all along?
LOVE RAYMI!
pg quoted me in his yearbook.
you know you’ve made it when a valedictorian quotes you instead of einstein.
ONE YEAR AGO TODAY
i cut about a foot of hair off my head and now it looks like i am wearing a bad wig.
i hate my life.
