bad news friends! they took away the crappy exercise bike from the workout room downstairs! i mean, i haven’t been down there since the 5th (pathetic) but still STILL not fair. i have attempted many times to figure out how to use the ski machine thing and i just end up mr. beaning my way through it for half a minute, the skis fly out the front and i hit my face on the ropes and plastic podium part, fil can make it work but that’s cos he’s 6’4 and well, fil. the row machine is still there and so is the unusable treadmill (someone keeps the key). i hope whoever owns the exercise bike is happy having it take up room collecting dust in their lonely unit in this building, satisfied in the knowledge of my unhappiness. i swear there is a vendetta against me here.

ok i will go back to organizing clothes mountain and throwing away/donating more stuff, i made a video of myself eating yogurt, it’s kind of too retarded for this internet.

then i will paint some oh yeah i’m having an art show again soon, not only is it going to be an art show, it will be a musical colab. with two bands, (ministry of the environment being one) at a music venue, so i have to get to work. plus if you come and buy something you get to leave with it that nite, one nite only art show. more details once the date is finalized, either late july or august.

oh no party pants rip, claire pointed it out, gill said it was from pole dancing, ahem no ’twas not, this was taken BEFORE i hit the pole. sigh defective aa.

hi fatties it’s cooking time with aunt raymi! we are revisiting this (scroll down) recipe, except this time just the dressing.

oh yeah and for an appetizer we had some tenderloin. ha. fil accidentally burnt the outside and it created the most delicious crust ever, good one!

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, the smell is phenomenal.

ta-da! came out a bit too lemony, oh well, and i stupidly bought baby parmesan ps. baby parm isn’t called baby parm cos you grabbed it in a small size, it’s pretty bland.

you may remember these dudes from last time they were in town, they are called the burning brides, and they like us, this is what happened at their sneaky dee’s show last october:

dimitri from burning brides said i looked like angelica houston all nite long and even at the sneaky dee’s show said hey you all know angelica houston, that’s her daughter and pointed at me and i was at the front on a speaker and i think people believed it.

anyway we all went to the bovine last nite to hang ten, fun nite, i drank lite beer go me. i’ll post the rest of the pictures in a bit.

i thought i was being revolutionary by wearing red, turns out everybody had the same fucking idea yesterday. and my ass is getting flat, must do some squats.

melanie the bassist, wife of dimitri, is 4.5 months pregnant and totally rocked the hell out on top of wearing stacked hippie sandals. i know!

fil’s competition, senor rat tail.

think i have to change undergarments.

def looks like i’m wearing a diaper beneath these pants.

dig it, derno why we’ve never been before, wicked cheap lunch special goes til 5 and comes with rice, unlike crystal rolls or whatever that place is called. our bill came to 20 bucks all in.

silk coconuty spicy soup.

iced lemongrass, very sweet pairs well with spicy food and apparently lifts bad moods.

fabulous spring roll.

green bean basil chicken.

my green curry, very nice, was stuffed from all the apps so took 2/3 of it home to eat on the balcony after some apricot brewskies.

hidden flower sanctuary i never noticed before.

two nites ago i dreamt i was a prostitute and i was finger-banging sigourney weaver and i made her poop. other ridiculous things happened in this dream, it was way stressful. just wanted to let y’all know that s. weaver is kinky.

bye!

oh wait i also watched the wizard of oz til 2.30am after we watched lotr (fil is re-reading the books so that means we get to experience the magical all over again on dvd) anyway wow if you ever want to feel like a sentimental fag and cry alone to yourself over a tumbler of white wine, this guy won’t judge you. if i could just go back in time and appreciate shit more, you know what i mean guys? sigh. siiiiiiigh. oh and i like picking out all the continuity mistakes. ps. i think the actor who plays tinman is a ‘mo.

there are some nsfw porn pics of the wiz gang here and here.

these will be mine in about an hour’s time thanks to someone’s 50% discount!

this is when i hit a wall.

can people please stop saying the word FAIL

it isn’t funny

was never funny

it forces me to consider you as less funny than before you ever said it

and it’s actually quite a traumatic word like JENNY YOU FAILED SCIENCE AND NOW YOU HAVE TO GO TO SUMMER SCHOOL and you need your dad’s signature on this note so you will also probably be GROUNDED too.

plunking a shitty word like that into your vocab is just ludicrous, it’s as gay as this crap: ***throws hands up*** since when do people on the internet need to know my gestures and random facial expressions? i mean, people can barely tolerate my words here enough as it is and now they have to sit through this:

*shrug*

_EYE ROLL_

o-O

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT LAST ONE, WONKY EYE CONFUSION?

which also is against raymi law #211: BLOGGING ABOUT CONFUSION.

in summation, if i hear you say fail one more time, you are in the bad books, forever.

jeez guys i just get so peeved about this i don’t know why, it’s up there with hearing the garbage chute doors slamming. when you say I FAIL AT LIFE i’m thinking woah how extreeeeeeeeeme is that statement!? should! i! put! an! exclamation! point! at! the! end! of! every! word! from! now! on!?

but yes you DO fail at life for ever introducing that fucking word into our social consciousness, way to go.

omg google image search the word fail and instead of pictures of report cards with Fs on them you get lolzcatisms up the yin yang. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

like what is this shit, this cat fails cos you threw cheese on its face?

how’s about YOU fail for being an asshole!

can you just stop cos i would like for us all to be friends.

may the wind be always at your backs and sun in your face,

xo raymi