i am never flying to the states again. customs is such a bitch. they made me feel like such a criminal. dumped all my things on the floor and looked thru’ every-fucking-thing i own. look at me. do i look like a drug smuggler. aaaak. oh yeh. SUM 41 was on my flight. wuh-ooo.
you know what was the best game-thing ever? fucking LITE BRITE
play it dude
i deeply regret not grabbing a bottle of stoli last nite. and all because i would have to pick up some olives as well. already got the vermouth. it’s been a ’bout of crappy weather several days in a row, now. perfect getting-soused weather. although i’ve been playing it pretty straight the last little while. I’ve stopped takin’ percs practically cold turkey and i’m becoming less and less monsterish. movin’ into my new pad early next week. finally getting a laptop tomorrow. quit old job, waiting on word from the new one. sitting around watching american gladiators re-runs losing appeal quite fast.
today the weather is shite. went to the drivin’ range. managed to argue with three different people about nothing of importance. ate a bagel with cream cheese. put on sweater and dingy dungarees. unshowered. mascara and make-up from last nite smeared under eyes (raccoon style). and now i will watch oprah winfrey. this is a not-caring day. at least i brushed my teeth.
ok remember i said some stuff about a regular nite gig in Toronto? Well we have an official date now. mark it on yer fucking calendar.
JULY 11, 2002. WET HUSSY NITES in the city – MINX by Raymi – Get wet with Raymi…. or something @ the B-SIDE.
go go dancers hiphopsoulbeatsdj visuals raymi wetness…full details soon
words we don’t really say anymore but should:
teef (meaning to steal – thief sans the ‘th’ sound).
NOT (as in, “i like you. NOT!”)
babe (as in, “what a babe!”)
you wanted more. well here it is. ya pervy ole pervs. sounds too good to be true. but such is the life of genni. nimpho that she is.
