so it was brad‘s birthday yesterday and we went to the tap, started out as just having one or two then the gong show arrived and we didn’t leave ’til after 1, big deal. Broszkowski came and left without paying i saw the tankedness in his eyes. he has this really great story regarding a movie theatre and security and a few dudes being thrown down the stairs and i asked him to write it out for my blog but he got all nervous that the people would find it and sue the theatre. i can barely spell his last name, in my phone contacts i wrote it like this Brozs7kowski hahah yes cos i’m a racialist. so after my fourth whiskey i was DONE but then guess who is FAMOUS (me) and got BLOGSPOTTED and a free round of shots for me fil and brad, mere moments after i was bragging about how i get (got!)(like once!) free drinks at the drake (i told you when i’m cocked the ego meter rests at ten) in front of snake and sharpie and samir and i was dusting my shoulders off at how great i was. hi amanda sorry i made your school buddy feel threatened maybe!

ungh i broke the family ipod i am in a sadness that’s two things of fil’s now i’ve ruined, oh well he wanted to get a new one anyway cos i claimed it as my own and put all my gay music on it the last thing i broke of his was his point and shoot camera which he should be thanking me for still to this day cos it made him get that fancy dslr.

aaaaaaaaaaaand the unsexiest lube award goes to…

trying to look dead.

oh i can’t wait to show you the newest loser videos i made i’m so game show catch phrasey in them!

i took the everyone in this building disses me post down cos i got paranoid and thought you never know who is actually reading this thing, howevs. if you live in my building and you are one of the assholes givin’ me grief I WILL MEET YOU IN THE PARK AND FIGHT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS.

ok that doesn’t really make things better, anyway i wish now i didn’t delete it, i think it read like poetry.

oh we saw sass yesterday in the ‘nex and she is like totally in love with me and she isn’t ugly or retarded or anything!

after what, two years of sucking back shitty espresso i finally figure out the foam feature!? oh well, better late than never and now i want to embark on a sprinkles powdered white/chocolate/cinnamon spree of the annex CAN’T WAIT!

look it’s me CAN’T WAITING!

so i’ve decided to not be a suicide girl, no i don’t think they would deny me cos of my awesome bush, in fact, i think they would be all about it, lets face it geezers, the tattied goth emo punk look for chicks is O.V.E.R. i bet they’d be wanting to steer that boat in the direction of last nite’s party cum hipster and all that american apparel garbage. anyway, my mighty boosh is nicely quaffed and trimmed and maintained i ain’t got hair shorts ok.

i think i’ll try and give’r a shot at some kind of self photo paid gallery site we’ll see.

ugh that picture up there looks like i have a load in the front of my pants i should just wear a goddamn robe until i am done shedding the pounds.

here is a dream xenia had about me:

And in the dream I was having a movie night with Sean and Mark and some other people and we invited you but when you got there you freaked out cause I had this yellow notebook diary and you said that you told everyone on your blog that I had a red diary!!! And that they can’t find out and you have to leave, so we were like, whatever thats pretty stupid but see you later.
Then later I was going to work at night and it was raining and I saw you on a bike and you went to this weird work seminar with me where they put toothpaste on our faces and then showed us this weird interactive video that we were not very impressed with!
Then we got dragged into this group activity thing and everyone was accomplishing tasks in pairs, and you said your name was Fred (cause you’re pretending to be an employee) and then they gave us our task and it was to get as many free snacks as possible and we were like phheeww EASY.

we had sushi at big sushi last nite we shared sashimi and a volcano roll and sushi maki combo b way too much food and i made the mistake of hitting the volcano first, it’s hard to get back into enjoying sashimi after that deep friend delicious, it makes everything taste fishy afterward, le sigh. the hot sake helped. i like sitting in the long corridor of that place it feels like eating on a train.

then more mariokart then bed.

ok so i just gave up my dream of being the next neil young or whatever so instead i applied to be a suicide girl why the fuck not right? the application asks why you want to be a suicide girl and i said because i’m not going to be a spring chicken forever, i’m narcissistic and i want money. i hope my long black hair is enough for them and i don’t have to get another piercing though if i promise to finally get a tattoo maybe they will believe me.

wheeeeeeeeeeee!

i hope they like curious george.

update: ooh that was fast they already accepted my application they want me!

i am trying to teach myself cat power’s cover of sea of love on guitar, i just learned all the chords and my fingers are numb and hurting and i feel like a magnificent failure cos i am SO SLOW which i guess means progress when THE SLOWEST SONG IN THE FUCKING UNIVERSE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL MORE DEFEATED THAN THE HIGH JUMP ON TRACK AND FIELD DAY GOD I SHOULD JUST GIVE UP ON EVERYTHING FUCK!

thank you for listening.

your pal raymi

ps. yes i am learning to sing it too bonus loser points!

update: IT’S JUST FOUR OF THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE CHORDS EVER I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW FUCKING STUPID I FEEL RIGHT NOW!

update again: i don’t think it’s gonna happen dudes.

HI GUYS I AM LISTENING TO BRITNEY SPEARS RIGHT NOW AND THIS POST IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY YELLING.

kidding.

ok here’s some pictures of me

here i am trying to make my body as angular as possible so you get the full appreciation of my pants we are in this weird mall on cumberland this is just after eating at the pilot (terrible waitress) and before going to see iron man!

oh wait there i’m at it again. i guess i missed the these pants finally fit me window of opportunity now i’m just drowning in them.

only when standing still though cos when i walk i look like a right ninja and i can see on girl’s faces they wish they had these pants.

moving on.

wine we smuggled into the muvie and guess what it worked, i loved it! when it was over i threw it to the chairs beside us where the talking too much chewing popcorn with their mouths open couple sat, burn.

time for a tan.

i bought this entire outfit when i was 19 and got a 200 dollar haircut to look like gwyneth paltrow from the royal tennenbaums the same day from the hair salon that used to be below le chateau on queen. no one cared or even noticed. hahaha.

look it’s raymi!

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if you have been reading my blog for years then you might remember this comic i used to promote called l’il depressed boy well i guess the dude is done being depressed for the time being cos he got his shit together and started’er up again.