marchives 2008 pt II

here we go again. friday internet sucks and i just made it suck more, de rien.

OZZY soaks us.

sigh, drunk history

dear raymi who the fuck do you think you are?

yesterday was fully a stuff white people like day, sundays, walks, nature, torturing your children with all of the above.

le fart

that’s like punching out a librarian.

loblaws sent me a ten dollar gift card from the wood i found in my spinach. that’s it!? what about my tv spot and trip to bermuda? cheapskates.

unlike this totally eloquent post that should win a literary award

and hey look you gothy little shitbags, coffin pool!

both times it made me feel like feeding myself a burger, then burgers, then boogers, then booger from revenge of the nerds.

if i wanted to look like everybody else, i would look like everybody else.

britt’s bday dinner.

don’t worry, these chats are incredibly long winded and pointless.

oh hai it’s me at barely 21

here’s a few excerpts from an article what a journalism student did on your hero recently

so if you want to come hang or stare at me from a dark corner of the room while i’m at the bar being bitchy and irritable come out.

yeah t3 always makes you kinda queasy, t3 + barf milkshake = spewiest idea yet.

i feel destroyed right now anyway as yuje!

saegbweliguweoghewgldshl’

badonka much?

i get tired of having to find an inner sanctum within myself not to upset the herd, standing really still and looking like you aren’t enjoying yourself takes a grand effort.

fred perry shoot

how offensive is this? oh it’s ok cos it’s high-end?

glowering at you through the window from the back seat.

port dover, where the folk come to sit in their minivans and stare at seagulls and water and drink tim horton’s zzzzz.

surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!

the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.

i almost blew my head off from listening to fil and broszkowski discuss their fucking cameras all goddamn day/nite long, it is even boringer than listening to samir and fil discuss motorcycles, which makes my eyes glaze over like an opium pipe packed to the gills.

now i get what all you’ve been nagging about re: this exercising shit.

total office affair goin’ on here, she’s early 20’s, he’s a billion, and it’s 11 at nite, at a casey’s, come on people!

omgZlolZrofl!

white people vs. live music in toronto.

i look like a muppet.

some redonk.

fitness chat with alicia.

nachos sans nachos.

i saw avril lavigne last nite.

oh look it’s me at ANOTHER SHOW

one thing about exercising that’s fun, is coming up with more and more retarded outfits to sweat to.

on the couch right beside us and we had to act like it wasn’t at all awkward.

lesbians eat yogurt

earth hour

pure ray caesar <3 though my drunkaoke 25th birthday party.

prezzies from you lezzies.