my statcounter told me that so far today, 910 people have looked at my blog so this means that i should have 910 comments right!?!?
i’m gonna start losing my muthafuckin mind on you guys and take away unused privileges like comments and then you will have my mom to reckon with!!
thee bitches love them some raymi
Hello Raymi!
I was house sitting for my supervisor and we found some art in her house that looked like faux Raymi art! It reminded me of your popsicles! So, I wanted to pass the pics onto you because you are obviously famous if someone is imitating your style!
Rock on!!!
Cheers,
Natalie & Kendra
me: i am listening to that song that white people get wasted to and dance like scottish retards
home for a rest
i dont know why
i think this is a new low for me
i have a zit-type thing on my nose, a blemish that’s not a zit and won’t be cos i already pressed on it a million times and any puss that was going to come out, if at all is now deep inside my brain. i wish i had a tiny band-aid to wear over it cos i think i would look really cute. i’m trying to see how much suck i can bring to this blog can you tell?
i am seeing my friend sandra later today whom i have not seen in years, well three summers ago just when fil and i were somewhat courting each other anyway, i went to mississauga for a raging rock and roll party (not kidding) that my friend scott notoriously throws and i got there before sandra but other highschool chums were there, sobia for one, and she was about to go pick up sandra from the go station and me being the genius that i am said LET ME GET IN THE TRUNK AND I WILL JUMP OUT AND SURPRISE SANDRA.
so i did and we drove through town with me in the trunk and when sobia got to the station she asked sandra to grab her something out of the trunk, popped it and i get out and go BLEEEARGH! and sandra’s eyes went all big, she stepped back with her hand to her heart and i was jumping all around like a scarecrow on meth (i was a little manic at this point in my life) and was all HI SANDRA HI SANDRA HI SANDRA.
i was wearing a fluorescent orange shirt too and sandra was like ALL I SAW WAS THIS BIG ORANGE FLASH JUMP OUT AT ME WTF!?
and a good time was had by all.
for some reason makes me think of 28 days later, must be the building.
we rented the omen last nite and it is scary. the kid is a crappy actor, in the last scene he is flailing his arms and screaming and it is the worst performance ever. julia stiles is garbage also, the dialogue isn’t so hot either and julia just makes it even worse however half-way through i was thinking that there probably isn’t another actress i could picture doing this role other than her. crappy dialogue + crappy actress = somehow works.
anyway she is not in the majority of the movie so it doesn’t even matter.
go see it cos it is the spooooky month of october and yes bla bla it’s a remake why not see the original? people who complain/mention that shit are ugly little trolls under my basement stairs in mississauga fuck off. you see the remake cos you get all the modern effects, blood, explosions and so on.
oh yeah rent it cos the special features are pretty decent you get more than an hour extra of shit to watch.
cats
yes i know i am a grandma who uses the internet to look at cat pictures and forwards them to everyone on email a hundred times.
i have not had a bowel movement yet today though in writing this i think that i might. tonight is sober nite and we will probably go see a movie. i am going to pluck the hair that grows out of my chin now. with excitement like this i don’t think my book will be finished in time for christmas. oh well.
hello everyone
i bought the worstest microwave dinners two days ago. when lise and i hang out we are either buying clothes, getting wasted, or grocery shopping. anyway she was like are you going to get those and i said yes despite the pictures being the complete fucking opposite of appetising looking. anyway we ate the curry beef brisket the nite of iron maiden and it truly bummed fil out. we rate it no stars well maybe half a star for the rice.
i am about to dine on CHICKEN A LA KING. i will let you know how it is later.
please stand by.
**verdict: more like chicken a la smells like chinese food but tastes like 1982 stouffer’s. i have doused the entire thing with salt. it’s ok enough but i think will affect my emotional stability for the next three hours. i feel like a loser.
the packaging design is fully flawed. the meat sauce whatever takes way longer to nuke than it says on the box so you have to stop after 7 minutes and take out the rice so it doesn’t dry out but most of it does anyway. SIGH.
**UPDATE – i threw it out. i ate a few bites and decided wtf fuck this. took up way too much of my time and then has the audacity to look and taste like barf? i would write parker lee a letter but they would probably not even respond resulting in more of my time wasted and then i’d get parker lee coupons or something.
i bet you can’t wait for my fried noodle with pork review.
