HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIMSAM!

see you at the private screening tonite where you show your privates.

yay.

dress solution

good morning face

as fil was leaving he looked at me in this doing laundry dress and said oh can you do the laundry today? then i put on the belt and he said oh i HATE those high-waisted jeans (unsolicited confession!) they make my boner shrivel up inside my body – when he saw how high on my waist i was positioning the belt. that’s fine and kind of a relief cos if i wore those jeans i would have to be at least 3 sizes smaller and i don’t really see that happening in the next few months, but it doesn’t stop me from dreaming about wearing them and ps. those jeans are meant to be boner killers, they are for secret smug skinny girl self-important for no fucking reason society. i still would like fil to deliver his opinion to a gaggle of chicks at whatever next art hipster shithead party comes up, hot fil arrives and says excuse me but you made my penis die, sorry, have fun going home with ugly 20 year old ocad students for the next four years.

i saw a girl wearing them yesterday and she wasn’t fat but she wasn’t thin and the pants made her look like a fence. noted.

no biggie, honest ed’s can help me out.

i kind of really need this too.

wooh.

sorry yesterday was greasy vampire hair day. deals.

fil hates my dress, and asked if i was going to return it, it’s a table cloth. this was after he said meh to it when he came home, therefore you do not repeat your distaste of something MEN MAKE A NOTE. the woman eventually figures it out on her own you do not need to impart your manly wisdom and no, you aren’t helping. i’m going to keep it now just to spite him. oh on the way to get a movie the entire universe zoned in on me in this dress but i didn’t mention it. fil was acting like he was the victim and I am the one he insulted, I AM THE VICTIM. he said he doesn’t want to be with someone who can’t take what he says, not the point, i can and DO totally take what he says all the time, but in this situation, sorry no pass. then i said i don’t want to be with someone who always makes me carry the movie. anyway we are cool. we rented zodiac it is good but LONG.

oh for dinner i caved.

everything buns!

Subject: every guy in the Mission wants to be your boyfriend…

dear raymi

I’ve written you before, and you were kind enough to respond, so I write again. It just wanted to write that it makes me laugh when I ride around in the Mission in San Francisco on my bike and see all the hipster guys and think they look a bit like Phil…hrmm…maybe they all read Raymitheminx and want to be Phil cause he’s hot and he has a hot girlfriend…it’s scary, I mean, lots of dudes who ape his style…but then no, it’s a coincidence, they’re not cool enough to read your blog…I’d take pics for proof, but I am too lazy…so, to end it, you’re pretty much the only personal blog I read on a regular basis…always good…thanks for working it.

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me: i think that men should be forced to pay for half of their gf’s purses cos we carry all their shit and they hound us WHERE IS YOUR PURSE I NEED SOMETHING and they go thru it constantly and re-arrange all your junk

Elizabeth: haha

me: ask to use your phone
do you agree
though my purse was only four dollars

Elizabeth: yeah

me: but anyway maybe a holding fee

Elizabeth: or
but when I dont wear a purse
I use his pockets
so its like
half and half

me: i always have a purse
total burden
and if i dont its like we are both lost

Elizabeth: ooooh
see I never have one its more like I should pay for N’s pocket

me: well you just totally destroyed this conversation
if you need me ill be talking to a WOMAN

Elizabeth: solly HAH
I hate all my purses
hate

me: well i carry one for my smokes camera wallet makeup phone
i bet you have mom purses
and not funny mom
just like ugly mom

refresh my blog if you want to comment and the link isn’t showing.

you can’t afford these lamps, lamps.

oh don’t make me bust out my chandalier joke.

i love lamp. this store always has a crazy display don’t ask me what it’s called i forget.

ran out of vodka?

where was my wedding invitation and what the hell seriously is going on?

let me know if you want to be in my full house club and all we do is talk about stephanie tanner’s wardrobe and brush my little pony’s hair into mohawks and sometimes when we find the time we will sigh. basically we never ever meet up but we text each other during full house at 7 everyday funny things we think are funny about each episode, and eventually i will collect club dues, 25 cents.