yeah, those pesky garden tools get me all steamed too.
ok, but how many teeth does he have?
um, this looks about equal to my kindergarden penmanship, sad? scary? either a little kid did it and was partying at this dive bar, or an adult with the mentality of an 8 year old was partying at this dive bar. which is worse?
yep.
about as eloquent and grammatically correct as the anonymous cow who stalks my blog and leaves nasty comments daily.
BARFULAR! why is the only metaphor for stepping out you can think of, baby-related? oh cos you have 5 of them at home and you’re out partying on a monday.
my grandpa had left over wood so he cut some pieces for my brother and i to build towers and whatever with, we drew on some.
A+ for the eyelashes and clever pupil placement.
i have always been a fan of red, hearts and lips, kinda sexy. i’ve always been pretty slutty i guess, haha slutty 4 year olds.
wow, what a fucking genius, this is a social commentary piece on existentialism in the workplace, yep.
yes, asshole kids from the start, we were basically the poster children for abortions.
way to draw blond hair over black. F.
i think i started to draw the world then got bored and had some ruffles and gingerale. that is a balloon beside it? i dunno, my intelligence was way off the charts, it is probably a portrait of the apocalypse.
oh now i have black hair and i am running away from home and that flower is following me and i am smiling.
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i am craving some bi bim bop HARD. maybe we will have some tonite. i will get it w/o rice this time. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
you can determine my cycle by the amount of food pictures i post on my blog.
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me: remember the time we ordered a pizza from pizza pizza and it had nacho cheese on it and doritos and other mexican shit mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Neil: durr.. i dream about the Mexican Fiesta Pizza to this day
me: what else was on that pizza mmmmmm look oh jesus now i’ve done it
Neil: man, surprised i cant find mention of it online
me: cos it was a one time thing
Neil: but i believe it was ground beef and crumbled bacon with olives, peppers, onions, some spicy sauce and, of course, dorritos i remember trying to order it long after the promo ended and they kinda laughed at me in my head, i was all “you had it all and you blew it!”
me: yeah i remember we were baked and i called pizza pizza and the lady was like do you want to try the mexican fiesta UM HELL YEAH your mind was blown when i listed the toppings
we drove to orillia yesterday and had beers on a patio, then we had beef jerky and doritos for dinner and went to the pbj show, it was pretty good, i thought they were drunk maybe.
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each layer is its own puzzle, it took us two nites to finish, two or three hours each nite, you have to slide down each puzzle over this middle plastic thing that is like the spine of the bust, anyway, halfway through the project you get pretty fucking impatient for it to be over so you get carelessly rash and also you are a little bit holiday buzzed so you almost gouge your hand everytime you slide down a new puzzle layer.
there’s a homer simpson puzzle like this out now and you can paint it when you’re finished, stuff magazine said that it would take three months. sorry fags, you are WRONG. i feel like writing them a letter and telling them they are wrong, maybe i’ll wait a couple years, until they’ve forgotten about it completely.
so i did not buy a red dress yesterday, but i did find a nice red shirt that looks like a mumu peasant type thing might be a bit too big but i think when it shrinks we’ll be cool. i also got two other black shirts. i brought my dad greek food for dinner and lucky i did cos the shit he was suppose to have smelled rotten. my mom and i get along better now, it’s nice.
we are going to see peter bjorn and john tonite. it’s sold out. i am too uncreative to make this brag more flowery.
i am jonesing for a day-trip to st. jacobs to spy on mennonites. who’s with me? the first time i went there with my mom and dad i didn’t know what mennonites were, i thought they were actors? you know, pilgrim re-enactment something, and as we were leaving the town in our car i was like hey those actors are leaving too where are they going to a secret place to change out of their black clothes? and my parents had to explain to me the entire ride home about them and i am like NOW LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!? THEY CHOOSE TO LIVE WITHOUT ELECTRICITY? I DON’T BELIEVE YOU WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM OMG!!1 etc.
who ate what?
i DID find it strange that some would make eye-contact with me, like, people in a play looking at you in the audience, then it made sense when i realised oh shit these dudes are real. i was 10 prolly, go easy.
maybe i will be a mennonite for halloween.
i am craving sloppy hamburgers and greasy breakfasts i must be pre-menstrual hurray.
I just wanted to chime in here since I am totally blind.
I really hate it when some disabled people give the rest of us a bad name. I am not trying to kiss ass here but you are absolutely right. If I bump into someone I apologize and genuinely feel bad. Just because I can’t see someone doesn’t mean I feel it’s my right to run into them. I appreciate it when they pay attention enough not to run into me but it works both ways and if I run into someone I am not going to get all pissy about it, I’ll apologize.
I make sure to ask about my surroundings and don’t just whip open doors and expect everyone to cater to me. A lot of us want to be treated the same as everyone else so I think it’s stupid to think that we shouldn’t get as much shit as anyone else when we are not paying attention.
Blind people actually get a lot of perks — including discounts at the movies, riding the train or bus etc… — and they are nice, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think that I should be held unaccountable for things due to my disability. In college when I was late handing in an assignment and got zero, I didn’t bitch because I am blind and omg it just takes me longer.
I am rambling though. My point is that as blind people we shouldn’t feel like the world owes us and we should just get on with things and try to be treated as normal as anyone else so that means we need to be called on shit when we’re acting stupid. Being blind isn’t an excuse for being inconsiderate so hopefully this one ass face who wasn’t paying attention doesn’t sour everyone reading this: Blind people aren’t all like that, honest!
Marc Rocheleau
marc, you slay, some turd said you shouldn’t write shit like this, to me, in the comments and i deleted it, some turd who ISN’T blind. meanwhile a fucking cool ass blind dude shows up and backs me. too bad i deleted the comment. i wasn’t even railing against blind people just the blind person’s helper.
raymi
also, telling me to censor myself on my blog, or even in general, who are you america? what am i huck finn?
my good ole buddy Pitt aka dad is doing this right to play thing, he runs, we donate money, he blows out his lungs running, a bunch of money goes to this.
as with everything he takes on, pitt is severely competitive and focused so throw some bucks his way so that i don’t have to, i mean, so that the chillens can play.
-santana
Good news true believers…Thanks to the promos by Matt Good, Tony Pierce, Chad Ciavarro, and shortly, Raymi The Minx: I’ve been forced to raise my goals for fundraising from $1000 to $2000.
Not only that but I am the 3rd highest individual non-pro -athlete earner on the right to play site….Only some old lady who swam across Lake Ontario and some guy named Bob Nerby (sounds made up) who ran the Iron Man have beaten me….The Lady raised $5 grand so I won’t catch up to her…but I think I can beat what’s-his-face. He raised $2045…so my goal is $2046…..
I’m sitting at close to $1400 now….so I gotta week to go…Fingers Crossed.
I ran 32.5 in under 4 hours today…so for those of you taking bets on me completing it you might as well put the money towards a donation…
PRIZES: I have got my hands on a pair of Jays Tickets vs the Yankees..Field level near Third Base..I’ll do a random draw for those that have donated…
I haven’t figured out a prize for west coasters but I’m working on it.
i gave my hair a trim it looks less like barf now i like it when stupids say oh your hair will totally grow faster if you give it a trim. uh how, why? one chick told me she gave her bangs a totally retardo chop and her grandma sent her to school anyway and by the time she got there her hair had grown back to normal, oh, you don’t say?
it’s pretty out, i want to go blow a bunch of money and get rid of a lot of clothes seeing as raymistore bit it hard, i am just going to garbage bag a ton of shit and donate it, IF i am feeling ambitious i will take pictures of some things so my lady friends can come by and take thems. i will never assume because i am a famous blogger, that people want my junk just cos it came into contact with me, again. well, i will likely assume it all the time, i just won’t put it into action. anymore.
speaking of garage sales and clothes, if someone truly loved me they would get me one of kurt’s flannel shirts or something what courtney is cuckooing away, thanks.
so yeah i want a nice red dress and new shoes and new jeans. i realise the majority of clothes i have do not fit me right, too tight in places, unfashionably baggy in others, jackets that make me look like a pear with legs, come on.
maybe i’ll go for a tan also.
MORE IMPORTANT HARD-HITTING NEWS TO COME FELLAS!
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hi, i just stumbled upon your site literally a few days ago. linked via a photographer friend from Toronto. love the insanity and savagery. word down the pipeline is you’re pretty famous. or well-known. or well-spotted. a celeb? maybe. anyway, you’ve just hooked another fan. thanks. love the dreadlock bit. brilliant. i fucking hate guys like that. the end. best, Lx
i forgot about this shit, if you want to vote go ahead, i can check to see who actually voted and who didn’t so if you want to be in the good books, sign up.
i got clipped in the back by a door at union waiting for the train on the platform by a lady with a seeing eyedog i had ten thousand things in my hands and i was pretty weak-feeling from not eating all day and the door winded me so i turned and went JESUS CHRIST in this totally cunty voice and this other chick goes SHE HAS A SEEING EYE DOG and i went all quietly “oh” and thought so this is ok that i can’t breath right now and my shoulderblade will most likely be bruised cos this woman can’t see yet she has an aide with her on top of a guide dog AND NEITHER DID THEIR FUCKING JOB and i was not allotted my public bitchy tirade cos this lady is disabled?
you’d think her pal would have given me a fucking head’s up i was crammed against the door cos of all the people on the platform and the train had just pulled in and then i got blasted in the back super hard eskgtjhreq0ohvfdxv m vdn brgklr
the person who told me that the lady who hit me had a guide dog was not the guided ladies babysitter, just some witness, WHAT THE FUCK EVERYONE RAGELOR IS HERE WHATS UP! IF YOU ARE GUIDING SOMEONE WHO IS BLIND UP SOME STAIRS AND YOU SEE SOMEONE STANDING IN FRONT OF A GLASS DOOR LET THEM KNOW YOU PLAN TO OPEN IT I DON’T CARE IF YOUR BUDDY WAS BLINDED BY MUSTARD GAS IT GIVES YOU NO RIGHT TO HURT ME.
