ALSO i will be taking names ’til the end of the day for emm‘s show tomorrow at the mod club and no you don’t have to give me your picture i was joking, i do not care what you look like, you don’t even have to talk to me or introduce yourself, just tell me how many +1’s you want on the list and that’s that, no tickets, no bullshit, just names. however if you were wanting to hang out with me then that is fine too, shot for shot at the bar is also fine, or you can talk to fil about music and what highschool was like twenty years ago, he really likes talking about that — it’s gonna be a good nite so come out.
i finally found the beirut cd and so far it is amazing i think you should get it i am dressed like a farmboy today to be somewhat in theme with the album sleeve, sorry for caring. lucky for me i totally missed the boat on these guys hitting toronto. ZOINKS!
here is what i said to fil just now:
me: im going to start commenting on my blog anonymously and as different people so don’t be all confused when i propose marriage to myself
and by the way i will be in new york city after december the 5th and then fil will be meeting up with me soon thereafter so maybe you should start preparing my arrival, like, now. just SAYING.
click that and join and be in my entourage. it’s beta right now, you have to be invited so get in on it before other douches are. upload shit you like or whatever you are making and want to sell. oh here is my profile url: trendmill.com/raymi
we rented a lewis black stand-up thing last nite and american dreamz and turns out hugh grant’s character is named the same fake name i made up for our friend martin tweed woah woah hold off hollywood don’t offer me the big bucks for this blog domain all at once now.
now i am going to talk about spam. normally my gmail receives 20-70 pieces daily, fair enough. but i just noticed one minute after deleting a few spam messages it jumped to fucking 376 WHAT THE FUCK!?
i am done talking about spam now.
i caught part of this show called fanatical last nite on tv tropolis whatever that station is anyway this lady wrote fan fiction based on the characters from queer as folk and in every story she wrote the two dudes fall in love the end. she said her site gets 1000 hits daily and i yelled at the tv HAHA LADY MY SITE GETS DOUBLE THAT AND I DO HALF AS MUCH WORK AS YOU.
then i felt like a complete loser for feeling better than a housemom who writes fantasy stories about gay guys. then i felt even worse, like mean, cos she was saying how she has friends all over the world cos of her fan fict. site and i think it’s sweet that she has friends on the internet.
wow i have problems.
tomorrow there is the cliks show we will be going to. they do a cover of jt’s cry me a river and they sort of sound like no doubt when their music was honest, ska-ish good time fun, oh and the singer use to be a girl. think about that. anyway i want to get hit on by lesbians. it’s at supermarket.
by the way i have been retardedly crabby all day, well, retarded AND crabby cos i haven’t eaten anything and for some reason decided that doing this on day 1 period was cool and i could speed up time magically to when fil gets home and we can go out to eat, the minutes spent waiting for food at the table will be spent in grumpy silence until i am a real person again.
ok this is what i said to this guy and his girlfriend i forget the names of at the midtown on saturday, you can decide whether it is clever or funny or poetic or visionary probably at least 2 out of 4 of those things and i was wearing the above pictured hat for added ambiance, i like to create atmosphere, there’s so much bullshit in the world why not give people a vacation from it by wearing a knitted beret with snowflake designs?
anyway, the back room of the midtown sharpie had reserved for her joint party with angie, and, i hadn’t been there for awhile and rarely ever hung out in the back area, well only to electric drunk slide across the floor to dazzle and distract from my coasting out the back door to smoke a cigarette, so yeah i totally spaced on it turning into douchebag 2006 dance yuppie party when did that even happen? the day after i was there last? probably. HEY COOL PEOPLE ARE GONE NOW WE CAN DANCE IN DOCKERS AND UNBUTTON OUR BUTTON SHIRTS BY ONE BUTTON YES PAAAAARTY. ok so i say to this guy and his girlfriend, first i feel them out before i start playa-hatin’ the midtown maybe they frequent the place, mayhaps they work there? so i says, i says, DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN? i am told no. then i go more or less OH I AM GUESSING THIS IS THE NEW DOUCHEBAG DANCE PARTY SPOT YOU KNOW REGARDLESS OF THIS ROOM BEING RESERVED FOR A PRIVATE PARTY THESE PEOPLE INSIST ON COMING OUT ANYWAY AND DANCING ALL OVER THE PLACE, LIKE I AM NOT HAVING MY SATURDAY NITE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME I OWN THE MIDTOWN. this isn’t the funny part yet by the way.
i get some chuckles and agreement and then the guy starts telling me about some place in kensington market, some coffeeplace that all of a sudden got took over by all of toronto and it was his spot you know, sucks, and he says there’s another one like it but it’s crappier cos they have plates and are fancified or whatever and then i say YEAH FUCK THAT WHEN I GO SOMEWHERE I WANT TO BE DISRESPECTED, I WANT TO FEEL INADEQUATE AND INSECURE. that was the funny thing i said. and he laughed.
and then for the rest of the nite the shittier i got the more i tried to explain what i said to everyone else and got talked over, ignored, subject-changed ALL NITE LONG.
oh and fil was hit on by this cougar chick and i was sitting right beside him, it happens A LOT and i sit there letting her dig her grave or talk all her come-ons out of her system and THEN i put my arm around his shoulder and say I AM JUST PRETENDING TO SAY SOMETHING IN YOUR EAR SO THIS HAG GOES AWAY and then the lady’s face goes all sad and she goes away like she just wasted five minutes barking up the wrong tree.
it’s fil’s fault too though, he is really charming and nice and accomodating and gets stuck talking to people or making desperate lonelies by mistake think he is interested or they have a chance, he totally needs to be schooled on the rules cos i’m tired of whispering in his ear YOU KNOW I AM GOING TO KILL HER IN THREE SECONDS RIGHT?
it’s funny how guys act all dumb or claim to be like oh she was just talking to me like i am a big retard um, newsflash, i am a chick i KNOW what flirting and desperation looks like i use to look like that, genius, nice try.
