ehm sorry for the holes in your lawn from my heels.

last nite was fuuuuun. i took an hour-long piss behind a tree by the side of the road and people were walking up to us and im like come on finish already, took a little break in the pushing of urine and a big sigh and then more and more comes out. like i think i ordered the piss that takes forever.

katherine was wasted and we walked around trying to find a girl for her to beat up and me to stand there going what what who you messin’ with now punk.

nah. everyone knows raymi isn’t a fighter. well maybe. i don’t boast to be something i’m not. i just boast. period. i try and humiliate the opponent, destroy their confidence a little and think maybe they won’t slap me, yet at least.

this girl flipped a chair over kuz she thought i was gonna sit in it. how funny is that. flattering actually. i’m sorry your girl came in the room wanting blow and asked if she owed anything, asked me, like it’s my fucking blow wtf? and im like ya just show me your boobs. so testosterone tuesday flips the chair. she also elbowed schrader in the jaw knocking his glasses off and then shauna got hit in the mouth by accident because she was standing beside schrader and she starts crying but chair flipper was like at least it wasn’t your tooth like that makes everything better. i just looked at katherine like why isn’t schrader going mental? but i know now.

anyway, being the party slut rules but then everyone keeps coming up to you expecting to see your tits, dude my back was turned the other way i swear.

i left my ‘kini at kat’s, we were going to tub it but it didn’t happen. again. one day maybe we’ll get it right. angelo’s ex girl gave me some bad looks. glad i didn’t know it at the time. i think i was too busy calling everyone a douchebag and pretendingto like their purses.

one little girl walked around being all straight-edge. that is just annoying. i think it’s cool that you believe in something enough to take a stand and be all i am not going to do drugs and booze until my eyes explode out of their sockets but man, it’s pretty fucking obvious you’re straight-edge kuz your parents are nazis and will hit you with a broom and take away that LV purse and you wear braces but you’re cute so i’m sorry i’m saying mean things. is it also a coincidence that straight-edge girls dress like avril lavigne?

i’m not going to drink for awhile i think. maybe three hours. heh. no i feel alcohol fatness rearing its head, undoing all the pretend sit-ups i do. and that’s gay.