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may 2008 archives

fighting with 16 year olds on the internet

we drink nag drinks now which = white wine + ice cubes haha.

dude pass the ketamine.

bunny is coming.

may my first pair of skinny jeans rest in p-ieces ahha oh punny i have to tell that one to my dad.

broszkowski and i were dancing and i hear RAYMI RAYMI and ignore it cos fil says i am narcissistic and imagine all the time that people are looking at me or screaming my name, turns out i was right!

i bumped into an ex-fling last nite and he reminded me about the time we went to see the get up kids and i screamed out to the opening act HEY REGGIE LETS FUUUUCK! just as they were getting into their next song and they stopped playing it distracted them so much.

and my pants fall down the entire time, ah yeah, ma hips don’t lie.

no one even noticed i drew that on but open an umbrella inside a bar at last call and ten million people come up and tell you to close it you’ll hex the entire bar

the dance face respect it.

my friend says it isn’t racist because it isn’t a negative thing, yes it’s a generalization and stereotype but does it make you racist to point out the obvious like while we were discussing this my polish friend was also simultaneously vacuuming his ceiling.

crappy picture taken during yesterday’s downpour, looks like she chose the wrong day to wear a white shirt.

had dinner with my dad yesterday i could tell he was somewhat embarrassed by my outfit ha.

still have that apostle of hustle shirt ha.

back to black.

my ridiculously important opinions concerning the movie JUNO.

fun for the whole family (not really).

what is up classy bitches?

i remember that hangover well.

that shirt was so fresh.

cid vs the dishwasher

mother’s day presents.

like clearly it is a goddamn tree and don’t talk to me annex!

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KIDDING i meant slit my wrists.

many wonderful comments in below that vid.

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more nola

lets look at the nite backwards

i stared into the universe and the universe stared back. woahness.

new look please advise.

i ate a sausage before they were “officially” serving dinner and got told off by the help and then this dude sees me coming up the stairs with it and says where did you get that so i show him the spread downstairs and say you will not believe your eyes when you see it and then he gets in trouble too stuffing a hamburger in his mouth pretending to be mournful about it going oh i’m so sorry shove stuff stuff chew chew swallow really truly terribly sorry chew chew swallow, it was funny.

more from the funny farm

happy mother’s day!

welcome to my update

you do realize that the way the media worded that was to get ratings right and that arnold schwarzenegger movie was A MOVIE and that it is not possible to get a dude pregnant and that “dude” was a chick WITH TITS AND FEMALE ORGANS and maybe you should spend less time reading the bible and more time reading a science text book.

GOOD LUCK!

the way the sun is hitting the trees right now i want to launch myself off the balcony into them and hug and hold on tight

we were discussing how old we were when we first started talking on the phone to our friends, fil said he was like 2 (yeah right) i said oh really and what the hell did you talk about? mud.

notorious nxne conference hangover this time i have to be on better behavior. that hangover lasted two fucking days!

bunny got to spend my hangover with me.

how to make lemonade like a pro-star (that’s me).

ok more of this ginger kid.

another day in the life of awesome.

dan deacon’s mushroom gauntlet experience.

i am ashamed at how not close to finished this thing still is.

alright i got shit to do this’ll have to be a two-parter xoxo.

8 thoughts on “may 2008 archives

  1. they do if i’m multi-tasking which i typically am and sometimes i get lost in re-reading them so it takes extra long.

  2. these posts make me miss you. not like i miss “the old raymi” or anything like that just a feeling of nostalgia i guess. i don’t get my emotions either.

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