check this pathetic loser who has been stalking/harassing me ever since mg became friends with me.
the first pic would have been nice if it wasnt a side profile of your super huge shnoz , nice room tho…and seriously ….your lack of tits, and huge national geographic nursed-10-bastard-kids nipples are too disgusting even for the interwebs. ..yeah that fil is a lucky guy (BARF) raymi hater | Edit comment Delete comment | 11.11.07 – 3:42 pm | #
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seriously, how long has it been, at least 3 years now? scary sad. i don’t know what the desired end result of “flaming” me continuously is supposed to be, oh ok i’ll close my blog and go into hiding and start to feel insecure about myself? jesus GO AWAY!
their ip when checked via geoybtes shows they are in richmond bc but when i use another ip search thing it shows calgary alberta, either way i’ve finally emailed the abuse people so have fun with your terminated internet service.
these are a bit old oh wells, it is impossible to get at everything at once and blog it.
i was going to tell a story once about the ferret and firkin and how rude and cliquey everyone is who works there, basically, every glass of wine they poured me tasted terrible (expired, sour, barf) so i sent them back, and i NEVER do that but i guess they pegged me as a prima donna anyway and so when the bill came this other chick who wasn’t even our server knew all about it (so they were all s-talking me in the back room) and gave me attitude and corrected me about how many glasses i had, no biggie who cares i can’t do math when it’s closing-time anyway, however, don’t out yourself like that you fucking bitch because i have a blog and know how to use it and you are ugly and christie and her friends aren’t ever going back to play trivia because they go to our bar now BURN! ps. your nachos are GAY!
oh and the story behind the above picture is our friend ian’s tallboys were not on the bill and i took this picture as an extra burn because i am mature.
oh and it was my first time going there ever GREAT FIRST IMPRESSION YOU GUYS!
it took me three weeks to mail this guy everytime i went to the post office there was a line-up or it was too late.
girls are mean to me a lot before i even open my mouth, i must give off some be mean to me scent, or, it’s cos i’m tall, cute and hot and dress like i am ten, maybe that’s it?
i got this phone for free last year and i still use it and i still don’t know how to email photos to myself.
fil was mean fil that nite do you know how annoying it is to get lectured by glassesface?
if you are suffering from hangover-starvation right now do not look at this post.
i don’t know why i’m so pale here, my camera is not very kind, guess it’s time for another tan. also my hair is out of control we were hugging with out pants off last nite and at the last second i covered my hair to protect it from uh, more hugging, it was funny. ok maybe not now but then it was.
the best blackened potato salad in the universe ohmygodohmygod i ate so much we got two orders for our party of 6 and i was wicked greedy i don’t care oh and this couple were staring at me the whole time like they recognized me hi if you were at allen’s last nite hi yes, it’s me.
the calamari is always good too.
so on last nite, sometimes it’s not, but last nite, ON.
fil’s sister got this and barely ate it, i inhaled two slices at the pub next door after we left. the main i ordered was a bad choice.
i completely read the menu wrong i thought salmon salad would mean oh nevermind, i barely touched it but it guess that’s good considering the ten million potatoes i ate.
capon wings didn’t have any but they are always magical.
fil, of course.
they’re so confident about their burgers they aren’t even listed on the menu they just say oh yeah we do some great burgers.
stew, not so good.
i am an idiot.
but after all the food guess who ate more (somewhere else)?! ME!
i am on a strict no-breads diet for the rest of the week starting right after i just shoved a doggy bag pizza crust in my mouth ok starting NOW!
we are going to be eating dinner at one of our favourite restaurants tonite all day long it’s all i have been thinking about and i’ve been going into my flickr food sets looking at pictures of the foods i plan to be eating hi i am emily i am fat and i read nancy drew books alone in bed with my cat charlie please be my friend.
losers who say there aren’t any trees in toronto can blow me this is the view outside of our window i can’t see the park because of all the fucking trees in the way.
i know i’m pre-menstrual cos all i can think about is fellating all the food in the world right now don’t try and stop me.
i keep changing outfits too, i need to wear the best shirt to hide bloat-starvation/pre-menstrual/eventually going to be wicked full stomach.
i’m another one of them peoples that can’t stop reading your blog. it’s really funny and dynamic, and i know there’ll be something new on there every time i check. which is awesome, because there’s nothing worse than checking someone’s blog like 10 times in a week and they STILL haven’t updated. gawd. but yeah, i also like that you change the title and background and i like the way your links are organized on the side and you have some sexy pictures and stuff. the sexy pictures kind of make it feel like something really intimate and risque in a way.
i have a blog too but probably like 3 people read it. i’m undecided about whether i should make it more anonymous and more personal, or less anonymous and less personal and then put links to it on my facebook and such. i think i would like a few more people to read it. i think i need to update the style too, cuz it’s way too nerdy looking. the nerdy thing was totally a joke originally but it’s too subtle and most people don’t catch on because a lot of my posts are kind of serious. i find it really tough trying to decide on a style because my posts range a lot. maybe my personality ranges a lot. sometimes i like to write these kind of literary, maybe even poetic posts. but a lot of my older posts involve me going ‘yeah i am drunk and i just got back from shagging some drummer from a band and i am still horny and blah blah blah’. so yeah, i tend to have a problem deciding who my audience is and how to talk to them. did you ever find that while developing your style or did you just have one style and stick with it from the beginning? how about your audience, did you try to develop a style to suit them or did you just do your own thing and wait for them to come to you?
also, when you post, do you write your posts first and edit them and then post them, or do you just write them straight in? do you ever censor yourself? because you give the impression of not censoring yourself, but who knows, maybe you have much more risque things to say but you just don’t say them. like, you don’t really blog about sex much. this is my problem, i love talking and blogging about sex, but it’s pretty personal so i don’t really want to share it with everyone, which is why i have like three of my friends that read it…
anyway, this was kind of a pointlessly long email, but just wanted to throw those few questions your way in case you have time to read this and respond.
much love
kat
p.s. i’m not really a stalker, unless you consider that i read your blog but never say anything. well except maybe one or two comments in the past.
and also, here is my blog link in case you are interested in looking at it: baconandbananas
hey kat thanks for writing thanks for the compliments no i dont censor myself i just write how i feel and i don’t think about it too much i just do it and there it is, over-thinking things can be a big detriment i dont blog about sex anymore really cos i dunno i dont want it to be a sex blog im not purposely not talking about it or anything and as for style or schtick or whatever ive never thought ok this is how my style is going to be im not a poseur or a fake, how i write is who i am im going to post yer email and then maybe answer it further in comments later
i think it’s been awhile since i’ve shared with you’s guys a pointless some guy fucked up raymi story so here we go. i went to subway to get a sub for dinner despite fertilizer being in their wheat bread (the only kind i ever order)
If a sandwich is advertised as healthy, one would expect that the bread would be whole grain. Not so with Subway’s wheat bread. While it does have some whole wheat flour, it’s the third ingredient, listed just before high fructose corn syrup [4]. None of Subway’s breads are whole grain. Ammonium sulfate (a fertilizer) is also added. Unfinished sandwiches may be composted. The bread also contains azodicarbonamide. From Wikipedia,
Use of azodicarbonamide as a food additive is banned in Australia. In the UK, the Health and Safety Executive has identified azodicarbonamide as a respiratory sensitiser (a possible cause of asthma) and determined that products should be labeled with May cause sensitisation by inhalation [5].
Most of the meats at Subway contain MSG and/or sodium nitrite.
moving on, i did this because we were going to gabby’s to play trivia and i thought fertilizer is probably better than deep fried something or other or a mountain of nachos and i wanted to have food in my stomach to be primed for all the alcohol i planned to consume.
fil goes ahead into gabby’s and i am already having second thoughts about my sub cos there’s a bitchy chick barking at the “sandwich artist” to spread out her meats and demanding every single sauce on her 6 incher and the guy is taking a long time to get it right, and then there isn’t change so he has to go searching for a roll of coins and i am wearing my humongously obnoxious russian hat and it’s taking up all the room in the restaurant and by now two ginos come in and wait with me for this guy to finish up and serve me and then another tweedle dumb sandwich artist from the back room comes out with a box of change and snail’s pace unloads it all into the til meanwhile there are now two more people on top of the two ginos and me waiting to be served and i am doing my best impression of someone who isn’t an impatient fucking asshole.
i looked like this.
so the kid says hi sorry about that what would you like i say a 6 inch cheese and veggie on whole wheat and TOASTED which i can see throws the guy off comfuckingpletely because he gets a loaf cuts it in half puts the cheese on it and then sweeps it aside to begin serving the dude behind me, NOT putting it in the toaster thing which was his intention of multi-tasking, i saw it in his face and read it on his brain and so my eyes bulge out of my face as i am watching him painstakingly try and get two of those ready-to-go measured out chicken boxes onto the dude behind me’s sub and he’s delicately arranging them (by this point i am thinking he is for real retarded, or baked) and so then he sweeps THAT SUB aside and asks gino number 2 what he would like and i swear three minutes have passed since he first started my sub, i admire the concept of doing the assembly line bam bam bob’s yer uncle end result of having half-completed subs on the cutting board (if you can actually pull it off efficiently, which this kid wasn’t), but not when i have already been waiting long enough and i KNOW the kid intended to put my sub in the toaster but forgot and my not pointing it out for fear of looking like a witch, well, too late, so i go in librarian you are in trouble voice UMEXCUSEME! and hold up my hand then point at my sub and make a pfft/pshh exasperated sound in lieu of words and i already feel like a dickhead because my hat is the size of lake ontario and now i am scolding a pimply faced retard.
a lightbulb goes off in the guy’s head and i say can you toast that? and he goes ok then asks what i want on it and i know the window of toasting-opportunity has closed cos they toast the sub with cheese on it only THEN do they load all the toppings on it so i say fine and tell him green pepper lettuce tomato red onion a teeny bit of mayo and sub sauce and pepper, which takes a hundred years of course and the other tweedle dumb is pulling on a pair of those gloves and everyone on my side of the window is like thank godding in their heads and they totally heard me say toast it but see that it is not being toasted and i feel embarrassed for all of us.
i went down being the bad guy to save 4 other people and no high-fives were handed out, i angrily inhaled my sub in the corner even though i wanted to do the storm out and i could see everyone looking at me in the reflection of the window, i couldn’t do the storm out cos i don’t think gabby’s lets you eat subs at their bar.
that was my last subway experience way to go out like that holy shit, i was so bitter i shared some honey garlic wings with christie at gabby’s after that.
moral: don’t fuck with people when they are starving.
this thai green curry completely blew my head off, at first i was all oh yeah i LOVE spice then smothered my rice in extra sauce w/o sampling it first. idiot.
it’s almost vulgar looking this up-close.
delicious as hell, i ate as much as i could before having been reduced to a runny-nosed, sweaty-faced pile of garbage.
you won this round GC, but i’ll be back. i kept saying how much of a “good step” in the “right direction” it was for me eating spicier food out of my realm and then i repeated that many more times cos i thought no one was listening.
then i had to have a beer cos my lips and face were on fucking fire.
i feel like a thousand pounds looking at this picture.
this flavour is disgusting, well, at first it’s intriguing you are like why god? then you are blasted with an awful aftertaste, then you eat more just because. it’s like they forgot to say w/ blue cheese or something cos i can totally detect it.
one of the stickers that came with beck’s information album.
we brought bathingsuits but were too wasted to even think about hot-tubbing, we stayed up fighting about hunting with fil’s dad and blasting rufus wainwright hahaha. the first time i went up there fil refused to go in the hot tub cos he didn’t want his dad to know he had a tattoo on his calf omg fil hi you are (were) 30 grow up, so i didn’t go in either and we stood around and watched everyone else have fun go fil!
we stopped in a mac’s parking lot so i could get a coke slushy and some shitty old dutch nacho chips and i helped this incredibly old dude with no fingers on his right hand (seriously) and he was very shaky w/cane, i helped him up the front stoop to get into the store and held the door for him and then waited in line for five hours behind him while he tried to close his wallet then helped him back out of the store then went back in to pay for my purchases then got in the car and this car pulls up beside me i am half paying attention because i’m about to GET DOWN NACHOTOWN and this girl behind the wheel mouths O.MY.GAWD and fil says i think she knows you do you know her and i see her mouth RAYMI so i open the door and say hi? and she says are you raymi oh my god what are you doing here? (in collingwood) i say yes and fil’s dad lives here she says oh right i almost said i was in collingwood buying a slushy instead put on my jokey banshee voice ohmygod don’t look at me i’m so hungover! she laughs we pull out and drive away and i bragged about how i am a movie star all the way home. hi danielle! sorry my teeth weren’t brushed, wine-stainy and my hair was texas oil slick nice to meet you.
