we are about to embark on a mini-adventure and when i return i will share a story with you about how the universe exists solely to irritate me in movie theatres.
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Raymi,
I’m a longtime reader of your blog, and I wanted to send you a comic I drew recently. I think a few years ago on your blog you made a comment that you wanted to kick fil “to the moon.” Anyway, that saying stuck with me, and it became a bit of a joke between my friends, so I recently turned that hilarious phrase into a ridiculous comic, and thought you might get a kick out of it. And no, this was not drawn by a 6 year old who’d taken a few too many cracks at the Ritalin bottle, it’s just pure talent and a shitty mouse.
Keep on rockin the interweb and kicking the commentary to the moon and back again…
oh from the above group shot i just remembered we actually went to the tap for a nitecap shot, yeah, so necessary at that point.
ew gross.
if you tell me fil is hot i will kill you because i already know that and you are a horny slut loser in fact this is what fil’s facebook profile status has to say if he wants to use this picture.
four bitches plus fil plus fishes plus nachos plus drunk
so we made up for the shitshow what was jtime sushi two nites ago and then we made our own shitshow all over the annex.
e sushi busts out the complimentary edamame for parties of more than 1 which is what i usually am because i am a fucking loser.
unagi roll mmmm.
salmon skin roll on the right (just like unagi gill says and i say yeah but SILVER!) and wendi’s tempura yam medley on the left (she’s vegetarian).
every few minutes i would declare how much fun the meat eaters were having then point at all of us because i am nice. oh now i just remembered we were in a fight with another table cos they kept scowling at us and christie got lippy with them, fyi. christie is lippier than i am!
this is my eating salmon skin gremlin face.
sorry there arms who ordered the porno?
ENOUGH!
sushi/sashimi platter for $37.99
this guy is pretty intense.
sorry crab.
surprisingly, fil’s head did not explode from hanging out with est(rogen) fest ’07.
i has the fullness.
omg ghostface that’s it i’m tanning my face now i also do not know how to do group shots anymore.
apparently not full enough because an hour later this happened.
christie and i were the only ones to hit it.
‘cept i demanded fil have a few so i wouldn’t feel like such a cow.
devil woman gill was behind it when i was out smoking and then she doesn’t eat any.
so full can’t stop eating no one helping sad crying angry sad.
ok so then we just turn a corner into crazytown and swapped another table’s abandoned nachos for the remnants of ours so christie could doggybag them, and the waitress instigated it, but then when she comes to wrap it up bitchily swaps them back.
this is us happy with our decision before the green room goblin rained on the nacho parade.
i just ate a vegan empanada SHUT UP! i tried to lay as much attitude at the organic feminist health food grocery store as possible don’t worry and i only went there to burn fil too. last time i sent him out to get me a coke and a snack he came back with tofu chick peas spinach lentil eggplant microwave meals AND he forgot the coke, the essential part of the outing and refused to take the piece of paper i wrote COKE on in fact he scoffed at it and bragged about how amazing his memory is then he comes back and i said where is the coke? I FORGOT. he was supposed to bring me back grease and a coke and instead he brings me back the equivalent of leaves and rocks and twigs and no pop and gill was talking to me on gchat about how delicious her root beer was! :OIFSYS:OHCjalvihrvo;ire oghr glPDROIGUDPGJ;XDJV! RAGE! I EVEN GAVE HIM THE 20 DOLLARS FOR IT AND ALL I WANTED WAS A FUCKING COKE! and he treated himself to a slice of pizza and apple juice while i am dying and fantasizing about shotgunning that sweet red can of nirvana, so to get back at him i got vegan empanadas and an organic cheese burrito, which is delicious and turns out the empanadas are too, backfired!
at the man hater store we overheard the chick at the soaps products counter on the phone with a customer say WELL OK BUT TO DO THAT I WOULD HAVE TO INTERRUPT FIVE CUSTOMERS OR SO… basically in order to help you i would actually have to work. i don’t completely blame her, health food customers are mental and moody and hostile if you get in their way at the cash it could turn into a knifefight (I WISH!) and how come the chick at the cosmetics section doesn’t have her own inventory on computer set-up? GOD! you guys aren’t making effort enough to sway the mcdonald’s camp over to your side with those crappy attitudes and lack of smiling, fil and i always leave that store in a foul mood and it’s always because of how shit goes down at the cashier’s desk. i feel like tom cruising a la jerry maguire FREAK OUT scene 100/100 during every visit, maybe you should think about that.
next time i will take pictures of every section and aisle for you because i love you.
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and in other news, simon says i look like boy george in this picture, great.
because it was totally my goal to look like a sexual-identity confused low self esteem looks like a girl guy.
here are some photos i stolded from christie mostly just the ones of me wait what am i saying “mostly” ? anyway we ate all the sushi in the world and then me and christie wolfed a plate of nachos, everyone is trying to sabotage my little figure i’m working on GOD!
someone made foods fall down my face.
what’s up dudes? nothing?
we are in a fight with the green room now, tell you why later when i figure out how to spin it so we are the victims.
then it was one thousand margaritas o’clock.
just wait until you see the sashimi/sushi pictures, day three for this guy! i think it doesn’t count if you eat nachos afterward though.
i am about to meet up with poopeeshmoopee to give her my batman shirt finally! being a lazy ass is very detrimental to big business, we’ve been trying to meet up since whenever i posted that everyday we chose to meet up turned out to be like oh i have this wickedly important appointment i totally forgot about (truth!) and i was like fine i will just fling it up into a fucking tree somewhere and tell you which one later, i mean, i’ve seen bags of garbage up in trees for days and weeks on end and no one bothers them.
we were in bed and i was about to be seriously hung when i shot up and said oh fuck i’m meeting for a mumble mumble mumble at mumble mumble mumble fil is all what? then i say i’m giving the batman shirt away finally and fil asks for how much and i say 8 dollars and then he laughs at me and says AND you are having coffee with her too? so i put my hand on my hips and say EXCUSE ME I AM DOING A SERVICE FOR MY FANS SOMETHING YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT BECAUSE YOU AREN’T FAMOUS! i said it in this really great voice too totally should’ve shattered the very character of his being.
then he says well is yoko famous?
WHAT? you’re comparing yourself to yoko ono?! BURN! then he says i said it once before or something which i don’t remember, or if i did it was only because we were compared to john and yoko and i said there is no way in hell fil gets to be john, so naturally fil is yoko welcome to my life.
oh and then he says i get to bring him home lunch and coffee too what the hell me?
oh and christie has a website again (thanks to me, well, duane mostly, but ME for the inspiration) it is called exhausticated, go get your nerd beat-off ON!
scowling cos no matter how many times i clean the mirror it is always dirty.
here is something i wrote when i was in highschool about a guy who was in a few of my classes throughout my highschool tenure, i wrote this a month before graduating. it’s more or less all true. he is on my facebook.
2001 lauren white.
“it’s because we have nothing in common. i’m sorry, you’re just not interesting enough for me. that’s the way it is.”
it’s wednesday, 10:49am – he’s followed her from the upstairs hallway, passed rooms 201, 203, 207… 214 – down the stairs, through the business department to the history dept. and now he’s circling her like a moth in the tech. hallway.
he is always there.
he is socially retarded, brilliant at saying random, inappropriate and ill-thought statements – inept at reading body language. he mutters to himself whilst walking alone through the crowd. he is always alone. he has quite possibly the ugliest face you would ever lay eyes upon. he is emotionally scarred due to this. kids are so honestly harsh.
she lets him walk uptown with her friends because they get a kick out of his weirdness.
he is not used to being around people so he acts in a manner all his own. he is scratching his head and smiling to himself over dirty thoughts.
he told her a goat was slaughtered in his honour of his 17th birthday and he’s noticed he talks to himself a lot less now.
he has convinced himself he is gay – she thinks he is vulnerable and desperate of anyone’s affection or touch.
they stand in a circle eating slices with their backs out and he is not confident enough to penetrate so he wanders off, not too far, talking to himself and pacing in circles.
he’ll probably be a virgin for the rest of his life.
he is 5’3, maybe. hairy all over, and tucks his sweaters into his tight jeans.
he worries about school and homework and getting good grades. that is all he has. he is very bright, but his intelligence has deteriorated because he lacks common sense.
he is a textbook from 1987.
he thinks short-term.
he is so painfully ugly.
he is flawed all over and she has lost patience with being nice to him. she has had enough of his constant mumbling and following her from class to class and attempts of prying into her life.
he is suicide waiting to happen. yes. he’s one of those – though, he hasn’t the will to go through with it.
they both sit at the extreme opposite end of the spectrum.
kristin secretly threw this into my bag at magic pony.
ipod holder i bought for fil at canzine fest 2005 that i now use for my camera you care.
e sushi (bathurst/bloor) always get it right i don’t know why i fuck up sometimes and test out the other places on bloor, jtime sushi pics to come further down this post, MISTAKEVILLE!
rice thief.
hai thur.
jtime sushi last nite, we ordered baseball sashimi (medium sized order) japan roll, dynamic roll and cn tower roll and two large sakes, you’d think they could spare a couple extra salads and soups yeah?
NOPE! for share for share!
share is a bad omen.
i am bummed cos i know we made a jtime jmistake.
they at least get the rolls right, the wasabi mayo is amazing and perfect for covering up flaws.
i’m glad we didn’t get the larger order, ungh i hate roe, do NOT ask me what that white shit is.
i KNOW!
lesson learned.
dynamic (dynamite) roll is always good.
fil’s cn tower roll.
ew!
holy shit my nose was huge last nite.
the lady who likes to stand around not bussing dirty plates was watching me do this and was not feeling it either, so what, don’t give me tentacles. i did not eat it.
i tried to make the lefties more appealing for christie, she was done. i put the purple guy on the far right in my mouth and then spat it out. i fucked up the meal by using the higher sodium soya sauce and the wasabi was retardedly hot too.
clockwise from the green, green tea, red bean, sesame. the dude was all braggy about us getting ice cream too and said ON THE HOUSE yeah excuse me dude this place is NOT called BJtime.
then we bought a box of wine to further celebrate fil’s impeccable health.
