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little asianRaymi (hates being called that) took aunti raymi on a date to impress and spoil friday nite.

fil and pitt had regular seats, i told sass so she one-ups them just cos, they were a leetle beet miffed.

k see you later snicker snicker mwah.

it took us forever to figure out where they were sitting, everything is a giant blur after staring at the moving ants w/o blinking for several seconds.

FREE FREE FREE FREE SMELL THE FREE

retro uni’s

there were some other v nice people sharing the box, i am super shy for the first two hours until everyone is soused then i let the jokes roll.

OMG WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!? we had been staring into the wrong abyss til they called us a couple times to direct where to look.

see my burnt collagen lip

no prob

that guy bought a bottle of tequila, nuts right! i made the toast and then i was the champ, i regretted it a little afterward: to wives and girlfriends pause pause pause AND MAY THEY NEVER MEET.

our server was redonk. charming.

am i the only one who feels insecure at buffets or formal functions when food is present, i don’t feel like people are judging me for what i choose it’s the time it takes selecting what i want to eat that makes me feel under a microscope, which can be narrowed down to that stupid little salsa scoop shovel! am i supposed to dab a teeny bit on each chip or do i make a glob on my plate which is beyond impossible to then get onto your chip when you go sit down. so then i am standing there putting a tiny mountain on each individual chip and the entire universe is standing around waiting their turn watching my every move. this is why you do the whole chips and dip thing in the privacy of your own home shrouded in mystery and shame!

wha’gwan

so chio lor leh la eh ha wah eh

aw dinky.

he was so wasted.

ice cream time.

i don’t eat that shit.

bangs are beginning to drive me up the fucking wall.

rock paper scissors anyone?

hope y’all kept your tickets cos it’s free racist pizza for today only.

BYE GUISE I LEFT YOU MY CARD.

i tried to smuggle some tequila down to fil, elevator lady wasn’t havin’ any of it.

can you believe this chick doesn’t wear any underwear beneath these tiny skirts she wears ugh enough wear in this sentence?

playing with fire kid.

then we meet up with the dewds.

turns out highwaister‘s there i’m try’n to get’er on the voicebox.

orange you glad we are in love?

here she comes!

now, what was that thing about short shorts?

popeye march?

bye have a good one!

then we left fil/pitt to have a little late nite snack together, sass and i hightailed it home to meet up with our other little wiener friend steph. we stayed up til 4.30am and i was a total shitshow the next day for the garage sale, i almost had to bail. sass reminded me that the lemonade was my responsibility. oh that asian guilt! if you see anything you like in the pics email me and i’ll let you know if it’s still up for grabs.