last nite at the green room i spent two hours staring at a girl i thought was some girl from highschool who i was sort of friends with and after 120 minutes of criticizing everything about her and her friends, it wasn’t her.

i didn’t want to reminisce anyway.

hey how are you what do you do oh just finishd university why is your hair piled on top of your head like that and what happened to modelling? me? i uh i write about myself all day long on the internet yep everyday, on the internet, mmhmm oh i wrote a book, it’s nothing, yeah i do other things too can’t really tell you about it, yeah i’m pretty much exactly as self-absorbed and “above it” as i was in highschool if not more, yeah ok we should catch up sometime….

next.

also i got to go inside one of the frathouses around the corner cos someone had to get weed, it was the same frathouse that i yelled at those kids that were catcalling me from the roof.

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Stanley: how are you
raymi one time i saw u at 751 queen st west but i was too loser to say hi so the next day i went to yr blog to read about it and u were all blah blah it was boring and full of lame kids who try really hard to look interesting or soemthing
and i knew u were talking about me because i was wearing like a rabbit pelt on my shoulder
DO YOU REMEMBER

me: were you wearing pants that showed your underwear

Stanley: hmmm doesnt sound like me but if my pants like slipped down a bit u might of seen them

me: were you with two chicks

Stanley: probaly

me: i dont think it was you i was making fun of then
were you sitting

Stanley: i was doing everything

me: where were you mostly

Stanley: maybe dancing

me: and why didnt you say hi
upstairs?

Stanley: i was star struck

me: we were upstairs mostly

Stanley: i think i came upstairs
oh and recognized u by yr boots

me: did your friend have a disposable camera

Stanley: i saw yr boots and was like omg raymi has those boots omgit is raymi

me: it is safe to say that i wasnt making fun of you

Stanley: and no but my friend was like the photographer for the night

me: well why didnt you say hi

Stanley: i am dissappointed

me: i like having my picture taken

Stanley: next time i will say hi

me: were you wearing red pants

Stanley: no jeans
i can probaly find a picture for you

me: yes send one
i DID feel like i was being watched that nite tho
and normally i chalk it up to being self involved and crazy and fil never believes me when i say people are staring at me
so

Stanley: hahaha
i wasnt like stalking u
wow i look realy bad

me: dark places are good for spying

Stanley: oh it wont let me send it to u
maybe it is on like pinkmafia

me: try harder
probs

Stanley:

that is me

me: oh i recognize that thing yeah i liked it actually and made a note to copy it but forgot

Stanley: hahhaa