I watched 48hours last nite and it wuz about all these people with Obsessive compulsive disorders. it was so great. this one guy living in his bathroom for over two years cuz he doesn’t want to contaminate others. he constantly washes and rewashes his hands. this woman who can’t touch money, this other who can’t even touch her daughter. oh my.

this one guy who repeats movements, like touching his thumb to his pinky finger,
160, 380 times.
I use to have many OCD’s growing up, and it is also in my family. hrmm. i’ll probably get worse.

i use to have to touch every surface i walked past and it just didn’t feel rite if i missed something, and walking back to touch it meant that i had to touch all the other things i would be passing on my way back and whut if i missed something on THAT walk back, and forgot exactly whut thing i forgot to touch the first time around?

See, isn’t this fun ?!

I use to have to read EVERY word on a box of cereal, even the french part and the ingredients and all the symbols. that’s how i started grouping the letters together, to make the sentences odd or even, cuz i got bored with only reading every side of the cereal box.

I have it down to a science now, so, if yer talking to me, in my head i am dissecting every word you are saying and breaking it down, and then breaking it down agen to make it odd or even. if the sentence is odd, i never like that. that’s when i account ‘periods’ and apostrophys..and now, it’s branched off into syllables, too. I ‘tol my mother and it scared her. she thinks i think too much. meh. I even have whole words memorized, the amount of letters and syllables, dots on the ‘i’ everything.
sumtimes, if a sentence is too long and the person saying it is talking too fast, it screws up my system, and i can’t go on listenening in the conversation until i get over that sentence.

doctor, i’m ready now.

No one’s allowed to talk to me, look at me, make noises, fidget or do anything that involves, eating, and sound when i am watching TV or a movie or on the internet. no one is allowed to ask me questions, either. but, i am allowed to point out the obvious, make comments and ask others questions. of course. My OCD, my Rule. No one iz allowed to stand near me when i am looking at things like toys or cloze. if sumwun is in my personal space, i can’t hear myself think. Another OCD i notice is that i obsessively pick my nose when i know there is nothing left inside to dig for. I’m a wonderfuL persun to have around, really, i swear. k bye.

Today went out to dinner to the Lone STar with ol pals. real trashy and yuppyish place. I not only spilled my first glass of pop, I slammed it down when i was moving my hand and it sloshed DIRECTLy into Thom’s lap. he was not pleased. everyone else laffed. THEN, we were playing twenty questions and JAmes made me laff so hard i choked on the pop i was about to swallow and went into this violent rage of koffing fits and puked up some cola into my cup. the funniest part was that no one noticed, they all kept talking and i was trying to sop it up and off my hand. then they all felt bad cuz i had tears in my eyes (vomitting is something i fear and hate and triggers my tear ducts or something).
Everyone was ‘shocked’ and ‘concerned’ that i don’t have a boyfriend. arg. welcome to my world.

i tried to make paper last nite and it turned out all sad-looking and grey, green gooey blue. I threw in sum blue/green dye. the grey came frum all the newsprint and ink. I had the blender on full blast cuz it was so hard to make the paper turn to mush, it kept getting jammed. also, our blender is AT LEAST 18 years old, so, smoke started to come outta the blender’s fan and the whole damn kitchen stank. i put the rangehood Fan on to mask the smell, but my bro sed it was too loud and he kood’nae hear the TV. his frend Ryan took a handful of the slop and mashed it in my hair. I flattened it out with a rolling piN, and now it’s waiting to dry between two pieces of screen. It’s still too thick and i won’t even be able to write on it. meh.

Well — i went out with this psychoHose beast frum my dirty past, last nite. We went to Dick’s, me, her and her boyfriend, friend and sister. She is a viciously bad drunk and slutty as sin. for privacy’s sake i will refer to her as ‘the beast’ . The beast and us sat down at a booth and everyone ‘in the know’ orders cokes ‘cept for me cuz i am
not ‘in the know’ and then the beast pulls out a bottle of Bacardi for fucksake. So i am enjoying my glass of lemonwater. mmmhmm. the beast gets all tanked and starts to dance and dance and dance around the room like a flooze, all in front of her boyfriend. this black dude with dreadlocks comes up to me and asks if she’s ok cuz she’s standing on a stool and bending over for all to see and it’s disrespectful to her boyfriend. no no, she’s fine, i say, she gets like this when she drinks. then she sits up at the bar by herself and chats up this ugly old guy and he starts buying her drinks and she’s like, “Do you think i’m pretty?” and her boyfriend is being very very patient with her and not saying anything. The beast’s sister goes up to her and tells her to stop, and do u think the Beast appreciated that? HELL no. she goes into this violent rage of throwing shooters and screaming at her boyfriend,

“You jeLLus asshole! I hate you! you are SUCH an aSShole! don’t touch me! don’t touch me! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!!!!!!! BLarrrGhhhhhGGgggggghhhhhhh!!!!”

and so on…..

so then the bouncers kick her out and she scratches them in the face with her claws. rrrrrOWr. everyone was staring and watching and laffing at her, shaking their hedz and she goes, WHUT THE FURK ARE U STARING AT!? the muzik was turned down as well. ufff.

It was all very embarassing and there’s lots more but i don’t wanna get into it now agen cuz i am hungover and tired and annoyed and i am on my way Downtown for NewYear’s and shtuff. so happy day, or something.

I bought all these new sluttY cloze to wear frum Le chateau. everything was 50% off ! man. I had forgotten how much i lurved shopping. I ran frum rack-to-rack, tearing cloze down and piling them up. There was a limit of three at a time in the changeroom, but i sed to the guRL;

“Listen, i am going to impulsively spend lots and lots of money here and you will collect comission on it. So, please do not interrupt me and be around for if i need your assistance.”

and it werked, uv coursE. I am not going to say how much i spent cuz it was a ridiculous amount and i am going to regret it tomorrow. meh. I’ll just go by my motto in England when i had only 50 pounds a day, ‘I’d rather look cool with new threads and starve than look like a dweeb who has money for food.’ That and it will motivate me to charm men and get them to buy me drinks. Oh yeh, i bought these huge chunky shoes and i am going out to bust a move tonite for the first time in a LONG time so i just know i am going to fall on my ass and embarass myself. durr.

I am never this shallow and you all know that so do not judge. thaynx.

stay tuned for when i will rant next about all the stupid things stupid people write on bathroom stalls. Argh!! that REALLy annoys the shit outta me!

This is by Laura Petrie, my bitch.

haha, you got drunk at a work party. I always do that. Once I went to the Arnold Lumber Christmas party cuz my dad worked there and I worked there so I put on this really really short little black dress and sheer black stockings and stillettos and everybody got really drunk and danced and all the old dorky guys were like “hi”. This is the sort of thing I used to do all the time. People must have been like “what the fuck?”. My poor dad. So I got really drunk and went off with one of the fork lift guys, this cute punk rocker, and snuck him into my basement room in my Dad’s house later and we fooled around but it was like trying to cozy up to a rock and when I tried to kiss him his tongue was like a joust sticking out of his mouth which was not good, so then he climbed up to my face and tried to put his dick in my mouth and I was like “nah, too much effort to waste on YOOOOU”. The next day I somehow got him out of the house and into my car without anyone seeing and we went out for breakfast. I tried really hard to impress him by playing like a song from each tape in my car and it was pathetic and I dropped him off and he took my phone number and never called me. Then I kind of had a crush on him and got all scared that he was going to walk by when I was at work so when I finally did see him I was all like “hey” as if I was so totally bored with seeing him – because really it was the opposite. See, I didn’t know anything about boys then. I should have sucked his dick and then acted all excited to see him. What a shameful past I have. I always wanted a punk rocker boyfriend to fall in love with me because I really felt that I was the embodiment of punk rock and that any guy who was punk rock would be like…exactly like me and stuff. Instead I found weird drug addled freaks with zits and stuff. That reminds me..

LawRa, you should start a knitting yahOO club. really. Since i am retarded and cannot even fiNd a boy/gurlfrend, my advice would do u no good.

all i can say is, never ever ever date anyWun who makes you feel bad or insecure or is posessive and asks like nineHundred questions oh yeh and also is annoying and snores and takes all yer blankets and talks during movies or makes noises during movies…hmm, maybe this is why i have no boy/gurlfrend. nah, kuz, they usually don’t find out how much of a witch you are until like a month into it.

anyhow, Raymi discovered that Dristan and Alcohol are a bad Combo. I saw’re a film ‘crouching tiger:hidden dragon’ after having 2 dristan and 4 drinx and I thought someone was kicking the back of my chair the whole time when reaLLy it was only the poUnding of my head. felt like sumwun was tapping a tambourine against my SkuLL. also, i had to read the subtitles the whoLe Effing time. in the end it wuz woRth it. Raymi wants to be like a Jade Fox.

Got called-in to werk in the ‘ol hardWare store today, at 10. was very slow and all i did was take apart staples, one-by-one, until i had a handful of staples and then i lined them up all nice, and then i threw them in the garbage.

raymi is addicted to the home version uv Who wants to be a millionaire. Didja know that Rhode Island is the smallest state in area, or something like that ? FiNaL answer final answer final answeRRRrrrrrrrrr……….Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!