is a total fucking write off.
unbelievable.
oh and i just spooned a cat hair into my yogurt, i tried to dig it out with my finger but i only made it worse so i just stirred it in more. it’s ok i’ve probably ingested thousands of cat hairs in my life. shitty cos it was the first second the spoon hit the yogurt.
update! good news i found it and cradled my spoon in my hand over to the sink and washed it down the drain. 1 raymi, 0 cat hair.
SCOTTY CAPS LOCKS IS REAL!
raddy cut her hairs oh and took this guy off me, it looks amAZizING on her! i’m like ok picture yourself on ecstasy island this summer in this, she couldn’t say sold fast enough
dropped me off a lesbo present or two.
dudes i am so totally fucking angry right now like you wouldn’t believe, and no it has nothing to do with the FOUR cunty comments i woke up to this morning (and thank you for that) i don’t know if i feel like talking about it here though, it’s far too exhausting and depressing. FUCK! this person DESERVES to be outed for the bitter nasty shit they are though, if you knew the details you would be shocked. anyway, i’d rather spend time on more positive things. just needed to vent some. i might share my response email to them, maybe, we’ll see. bluh.
anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY RIZA!
congratulations for having the highest amount of views in fil’s flickr, not the above foto, or the below one either.
here is one nice email i received today though
Hey Raymi,
I think it was a couple of weeks ago, somebody sent you an e-mail and you posted it about how you don’t know how to dress and you should watch ‘what not to wear’ to figure out how to coordinate your outfits and stuff. Just wanted to tell you how much you rock your clothes and how annoying and stupid people are. I especially like the dresses over pants. I used to do that all the time when i was really skinny and it worked but after gaining 20 pounds it kind of just looks ridiculous. so i am glad there is someone out there keeping that outfit alive.
heart. -Krista
well actually that one dress/jeans thing was me just trying on the dress in the change room, too lazy to take off my pants.
the sound of someone eating it.
i spoon-fed some to fil just now and ungh bluhh sickitating.
he’s playing metroid in his underwear and spectacles, he’s like that father from wife swap i blogged about before who played computer vids all day long and barks at his wife to bring him ketchup for the french fries and chicken fingers she serves him.
that’s all.
cappuccino yogurt is the moral of this post.
they forgot to include fil in this video presentation.
chredit: rene
I can’t believe no one’s given you props for the cat mask photo- the one with those eyes, your arms above your head, slight nippleage- unreal. Oh, and not just hot, but h.o.t. hot : )= I think that is supposed to be me as a smiley face with those bubba teeth that you are sporting in a previous photo.
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I would totally wife swap if I had a wife.
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it’s cos they’re snobs and over it and expect me to look like that all the time? like a kid who always gets straight As the parents forget to tell them they’re proud and yes im comparing my hotness to a smart kid. ps full tits one here
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here is a mini clip from the dan deacon show, dude was on shrooms bonus!
oh and if you’re a bored loser right now i’m adding things to my flickr, just clearing up some space on the ole computer i is. keep re-visiting i mean it i’m crammin’ that thing up big time.
oh and here is a video of the crazy drunk groupies dancing at liam’s show.
hey guys, i blew my (gift card) load at h&m after eating hangover lunch at spadina gardens (bad idea) with fil, he went to get a bike at canadian tire, on sale for 100 bucks, sweet deal and totally sweet looking ride, i am going to brainstorm all nite long over whether i should get the same one, the sale ends tomorrow, you save 200 dollars, otherwise we get my grandma’s bike from the burbs. the point of this is i have acid reflux right now and rolaids don’t do shit. the first shirt i came out of the bedroom wearing that i bought fil goes oh is that the one you’re unsure of? before i even asked, and NO it’s NOT the one i’m unsure of! do you know how many things he slams of mine? then i was walking a teeny bit huffily from the bathroom to the kitchen then to the bedroom not saying anything and he goes lauren are you giving me attitude (yes) i say no. i’m keeping this shirt to spite him i don’t care how itchy it is right now. i feel like garbage. i was pretty close to getting root beer schnapps to mix with beer (like a jager + red bull) i saw this cooking show last week the dude made one of those, then i came to my senses and got wine and some other junk, on my way out this old whimsical dude taps me on my shoulder excuse me, huh, i turn excuse me, he says here i want you to have this book and hands me a book called stunt by claudia dey i look down at it oh thanks? he says i made it i go ok thanks great, totally random. we look all over it to see what part of it he actually made and why he singled me out at the liquor store, i think it’s cos i look annex waspy crazy i guess? maybe he has something to do with the publisher, in any event i’m contacting them to see if they want to print my book. then we bumped into jason chapman at loblaws he made fun of my purchases and said oh nice prosciutto i guess i’ll see that on your blog later. dick.
this post is brought to you by i hope i don’t barf. if i ever say lets go get some singapore vermicelli or i just ralphed up singapore vermicelli, you can pull my hair and hit me. i never ever learn ever.
Jason: hahaha. the way YOU say it, it’s much funnier than when i said it. dick!
me: yeah i made you look funny
well u did ask why i was in the supermarket
and im like buying FOOD
Jason: haha. i thought there might be something more specific as the answer. like, we’re making so-and-so because i had a brainstorm from a tv show, or something. i dunno. i’m just as brain dead as you today.
me: dude i can barely finish thoughts let alone a fucking culinary adventure
upon walking outside into the gusty cold with my trench coat on and knit hat and dumpy boots i looked at fil and said i look like a crazy don’t i. he said yes, but it was a good thing. fine.
quick dinner at rolu.
dragon DARGON roll.
unagi maki. we also shared some yakitori, it was really slimy.
so brian who runs curve, he’s having a boy, remember that popstars reality show? he was a judge on it, i think he was like the simon, simon before simon was simon. i didn’t get a picture of him or his wife, fil did though if you care.
aw brad the sentimentalist, i wrote that ages ago and SOMEONE put eats poopy (gay) and blogs about it beneath it. i WILL find you! i bet it was gill or tiff.
when you see this face comin’ at you it’s time to go home and do it.
or hug it out whatevs.
last nite was a bit sloppy, that hair treatment seems to have tinted my roots, lightened ‘em right up.
v. proud of this one, points for fil.
unnnfgh hi.
brad was in great form as per uje, i asked him where he got his jacket (a hooded leather jacket!) he goes uhm ah you know, LM, L&M, you know? no brad, i DON’T know.
i got red wine on my dress, not my fault! i took a sip of someone’s water bottle that had dribbled red wine all over it, then i dumped salt and soda water on the stain and sat in my stupid wet dress for the rest of the nite. the salt did nothing, just one of erin’s moves to sabotage me.
hahaha
TWO orders of nachos AND a pizza that’s how top form brad was, fuck. yet another one of erin’s sabotage moves.
brad’s signature picture fuck up.
seriously what the fuck is going on with my face.
toasting erin’s move to toronto.
welcome to the dark side.
last nite’s shite weather screwed with my hair.
ok i’m going to cut this post in half.
