here is a video of my brother snapping my mom in the head with a rubber band while she is crashed out in the waiting room at the hospital.

that is my take on the whole FREEDOM SCARF look, i am a white upper middle class piece of shit from mississauga and i understand what is going on in israel right now and i just feel so fucking compassionate about the whole thing i have to let the world know that i give a shit and NO this is not just a party scarf accessory representing how much of a poseur i am wavelength nite at sneaky disease stop copying me.

oh this is interesting, i used the term freedom scarf as a joke cos that’s actually what urban outfitters called it when they sold it but now they don’t, because they are ignorant and racist apparently. YEAH HIPSTERS!

it is like 6 in the morning in this picture, got shitty sleep as in NO SLEEP cos my mom got the guestroom, i am not wearing make-up, that room was like a fucking morgue, when i was sitting down i had ten blankets on me, i looked like a crazy visitting from the psyche ward, my hair was all fucked and the nurses had to act like it was normal.

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everything went fine!

thanks everyone for the well wishes!

i want a fucking banana!

everytime i go to the burbs i get lods of zits and i come back on the train looking like greasy trash.

fil and i almost got in a car accident on sunday.

ok email time internet jones.

my dad is having a necessary procedure done tomorrow that i have been obsessing over in my head since i heard he has to have it done, they have to stop his heart and revive him, it’s all i have been thinking about, they do it in the morning and send you on your way in the afternoon, very little chance of complications they say, but still, i’m a nervous person so i am dreading the worst while trying to be positive, anyway, my entire fucking world will come undone if he kicks it so uh, yeah, good timing menstrual cycle. i’m going to hang with him today and sleep over tonite and i printed out some copies of my brother and i making ugly faces pictures for him to enjoy.

i have a youtube account now. look i am givin’er to where the streets have no name.

running to stand still. this one is very emotional, guys.

red hill mining town.

in god’s country when i finally blow out my voice, it’s hard singing bono.

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i talk a lot.

Hey Raymi,

I’m gonna be gay and tell you I’ve read your blog consistently for the past couple years, and have probably subconsciously thought at one point ‘what would Raymi do’?…gross, that I just wrote that. Anyways, I’m coming over to Toronto at the end of July to see a friend’s show, I’ve stuck to Vancouver as far as Canadian cities go, and I have no idea what to do with the five days I have there. Any advice?

Sarah

guys, do you have ideas? aunt raymi is hanging with aunt flo right now.

it’s wilheim! he’s been reading my blog since 2004 we lost touch i emailed him out of the blue a few days ago and boom he’s in town on business. fucking awesome guy.

on to dinner at epic.

requisite gay friends pose.

meeting of the minds.

what’s this?

yes my water could totally be more pretentious, thanks for asking.

complimentary quebec foie gras mango basil vodka shooter when it came over i thought oh fuck someone is in love with me and fil is going to punch them in this nice restaurant, but we all got one.

wilheim’s.

best hearts of romaine ever and people who brag about salads are pieces of shit but i am searching all around my mouth for any remnants of flavour.

wil, lamb. we were kinda blasted and he was in the bathroom when it came and was placed before me i had ordered the sashimi carpaccio style and fil was like well i guess that’s how they do sashimi here and i figured ok i guess he’s right hahaa.

v. cheesy i couldn’t help it.

fil, beef tenderloin with lobster tortellini.

me.

is this the same as the other orange fish on the other plate, i know it’s salmon, the other one tasted like salmon too, i dunno why it’s on a separate plate, is it extra? oh well.

waiting for chopsticks, what pretentious assholes.

i wouldn’t shut up about how i don’t eat dessert, this was amazing, vanilla bean creme brulee, i could have eaten it all but we shared.

a very fun nite.

i busted out these bad boys i’ve had since i was 19 and fil said he liked them but was like i don’t know the you who wears pants like that, oh so you are only comfortable with me looking like a slob, ok.

oh yeeeee-ah! a plaque!

holy shit get lost in my eyes much? yes.

it’s nice that the city decorates skid row island for the dudes with shopping carts and plastic bag collections.

nice car thanks what do you drive oh i don’t, i have a chandelier.

chandelier jokes? anybody? no? i must be drunk still.

she signed it!

ok what did one chandelier say to another?

is chandel ‘ier (here)?

and who did we visit?

will be posted later.

imagine this coming up your staircase and it is high on shrooms

more here.

my shroom story is we all tried to cram up the stairs in stupid costumes of this tiny stairway on halloween and got paint and crap and garbage and hair (from costumes) all over the walls and finally made it to the top and like exploded onto the landing on all fours laughing and screaming and there was a tiny modest party going on and i dunno why we all tried to cram up the stairs at once it was fucking claustrophobic hot and scary and funny then we partied on the porch of this house for three hours not leaving it wasnt even halloween til two days later.

i told everyone they were boring before i went outside.

in one of my pockets is a huge blunt that i swore i didn’t ever have and a month later we found it, i ruined halloween cos no one got to extend their mushroom high. you try going throuh 50 pockets when you are tripping out. noel was in thailand when we found it, naturally, we smoked it immediately. craig almost punched me he was so steamed when he pulled it out of the little army satchel thing, he is like raymi i BET it is in that pocket right there and plucks it out, then i called noel’s place and left a voicemail screaming that we found it.

you shoulda seen noel’s costume, i don’t think he is allowed to go back to that house cos of all the paint that got everywhere. hahahahaa.

here we are when the drugs wore off, 2002 yo.

i have told this story on my blog before i remember cos my mom commented saying i don’t like the drugs but i think this is hilarious. go mom!

ok this is noel’s halloween costume leftovers oh man.

fil is a red room fan and everytime we rarely go there i get to hear stories about the food he has eaten there. i like green room better cos it is dark and mysterious and has couches, red room’s scene is pretentious and awkward and i don’t really enjoy myself there.

they have “vermicelli” though. the noodles aren’t the right kind but it tastes alright enough, you have to dump your own garlic flavour sauce on, the chicken and eggs were cold. pass.

the red room curry is different than green room, different as in garbage, and no brocolli, carrots, peppers, chick peas either.

anyway all my shots of it turned out blurry cos of the couple beside us, obviously on a first date, not even boozing the awkwardness away, they were staring at me curiously. here is a pointform list of everything the guy said (who looked like he plays a lot of world of warcract, black sneakers black socks, shorts to his knees, glasses, fat face, not in shape the girl wasn’t exactly elizabeth hurley herself, anyway)

-i HATE high heels HATE them turn off totally turns me off i like girls in sandals in long skirts, barefoot which means: please be my girlfriend, if you decide to be i will let you let yourself go all you want, and i do not like things that i can’t have which means girls who wear high heels, also, i am short. then the girl says but what if your girlfriend wants to wear sexy lingerie and heels and comes at you and he says no nope no turn off, completely turns me off. ooook.

-man like society, you know, i can’t stand people who view it objectively, sometimes you know i just have to take a step back and say this isn’t for me.

-then they told each other how shiny each other were and he asked for the dessert menu oh man.

-fil and i are splashing his beer head at each other and it makes the couple stop talking everytime like we are future-them maybe or fun is like, disgusting.

that’s all i can remember for now, the guy made me really hate him, instead of waiting for the bill they BOTH got up to wait in line behind 5 people to pay together – ROMANTICEST MOMENT EVER.

GOT REALLY DARK OUt oops caps then pissed rain.

I AM LANCELIONIVAT RULER AND PROTECTOR ‘ORE THIS BAR OF NERDS.

I AM A DRAGON YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME LANCELIONIVAT YOUR TRICKSY SPELLS ARE FUTILE AGAINST MY GREEN BALL OF WRATH WREEEEEUUUURAWR!

BLAST BLAST BLAST PEW PEW SWOOOOSH TAKE THAT!

SHWEEEEEEWOOOOOFOOWUUHH BOOM WHIZ!

i wrote that.