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june 2007 archives pt II


strombo has a crush on me.

how about being pasty white with a huge belly lying in the grass in your shorts hiked to your balls, enough attention for one afternoon?

this made me fall in love with taking pics of retarded things all over again.

time to get metaphysical hypothetical!

if you can believe it i finally sorted through the box of my shit my dad gave me two months ago, it was like final straw go through it day lest fil come home switch contacts for glasses and turn into MEAN FIL then the nite is fucking RUINED.

last week’s sandwiches

me: then on way back quiet again and one guy went on his walkie HOT GIRL
and alerted all the other guys down the line

Phil: WHAT

me: so i had to walk by them all with sweaty arms


how gay was i for saying execution?

me: generally most girls decide to not dig me, it’s been that way my whole life

i told my whole family to watch me on tv tonite, no too busy, will you tape it? uh? NO. try at least pretending to care first.

i’m glad and not glad that they didn’t include the stupid fat faces i made

everyone is either married, engaged, or has kids what is this the eighties?


i wanted some tea-set privacy bad so i went to the den and poked myself in the eye then cried for a while and the rest of the family pictures from that day my eye is bloodshot wow the shit i remember.

we went to the island and i bought those redbull-sized cans of wine so the whole walking part wasn’t so boring i have a bullshit attention span like oh i’m still walking?


kelly ripa is a monster and totally redeems herself.

i didn’t spend the last 3 or so months practising fucked up eating strategies and starvation tactics to lose 20lbs to NOT hang out in front of strangers all day in a tiny bikini.

yeah we walked all the way to the centre of a forest for a shitty waterfall so fil could read a plaque about it.

the trees will be protected though right cos i have loads of memories of a tree.

oh right the eternal search for MORE when you already HAVE EVERYTHING and it is PERFECT. fucking asshole.

and should i eat a massive burrito for dinner or eat a XXXXXL bag of movie popcorn?

ok i know you are all dying to know what course of action we took last nite so here it is:

me: yeah i know that i think it’s just funny to ask for maintenance records of a speed gun do you want to see the records of my blowdryer too?

and now it is hot dog time don’t worry i will fucking kill myself before you get the chance

PS. I can’t go for more than a day without checking your blog. You are very talented.

i’m guessing the majority of my readers look like this.

beautiful toronto


yep definitely baked, gentle thoughts?

i was most proud of this guy, he was the end of the loaf and had all these bread pockets to shove chicken and cheese and basil into i am a fag.

I’M TRYING TO DO SOME PAINTING BUT THIS LITTLE KID IS SLAMMING A ROCK OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AGAINST A POLE

tube tops, hair extensions, wedge flip flops leave me alone you are not on your way back from laguna fucking beach!

aimoo said in school in alliston kids said she was brown and ate weird food. don’t you just love white trash?

WE WERE STANDING STILL IN THE DARK AND THEN GAVE UP AND I USED MIKE AS A GUIDE TO LEAD ME TO THE HARBOUR AND HE WALKED THROUGH EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BRANCH LEAF EVERYTHING SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE

ps my nose is psychadelic fluorescent red i need a nose mask.

fil and i want to move to france now.

domestic blog post

watch this it is the best barf you will ever have.

churches are basically corporations and play the lie, deceit, and deny game.

tonite we are getting blitzed and eating fajitas so there will be no arguments.

people keep asking me how i am losing weight, just let me post some pictures of my ass and fajitas and cid and some brews and i will tell you.

it doesnt change the fact that you look like a nerd

RAYMI’S GUIDE TO NICOLE RICHIE i guess i have to amend this cos i do something different now.

h shit those were actually plantains.

well they mostly hurt your heart when you look at me wearing them with those socks.

we used to chat a long time ago back in the hotmail days, he didn’t remember that, still a loser.

this other super annoying thing happened last nite at lee’s

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