yesterday peggy suicide gave me a bunch of free shit! her cast away clothes i mean like a hundred dresses i am the best! thanks peg. we ate at korean bbq and i dropped my bowl of rice and it landed in a perfect bowl shaped shape on the floor and bbq dude comes over and scoops it up with his bare fucking hand.

themself themself themselllllf

then me and fil got in a fight

raymi: will you help me move the fridge (cos i dropped my new mushroom fridge magnet under it)

fil: NO

raymi: why are you so stern with me

fil: SEE YOU SNAPPED! (points finger in face)

raymi: YEH cos you denied me you snapped then of course i snap

fil: i expect an apology

raymi: pffffft

fil: i am going for a walk

raymi: don’t speak to me when you’re hungry ever again

fil goes to lcbo purchases disgusting red vermouth

raymi goes to indigo and buys THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

they reunite

after fifteen minutes of universal silent treatment and raymi spying fil thru the reflection of the livingroom glass door while reading her new book on the couch, fil making himself some booze drink despite him saying previously that evening it should be sober nite – raymi stands in the doorway to the bedroom, hands on hips,

raymi: so you caved and bought booze

fil: how would you decipher that

raymi: i saw you in the reflection of the window

fil grins

raymi: do you have anything to say to me? (hands still on hips)

fil: do you have anything to say to me?

fight pt. II ensues, neither apologizes, zero solution is reached, but both give in. raymi insults fil’s vermouth, mixes herself some with coke. says it’s meant to go with vodka and an olive. fil is insulted.

they read then cuddle then sleep.