TWO YEARS AGO TODAY

don’t forget to vote you ungrateful dicks. thank you.

people who don’t like cats are assholes and they’re the same people who think dogs are smarter – FUCK!

WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM!?

cats are better because they don’t make loud barking sounds that make you snap your head around because you are all startled and your heart kind of stops and then after the startled-feeling goes away you then have complete anger and annoyance and have to leave the room altogether because there is a dog and it is barking all over the place and then the cat looks at you and says don’t worry dood i’ll take care of it so he goes over to the dog and punches him with his little cat fist and the dog goes oh ok sorry guy and starts licking his balls and other dog-things until you have to let him out to crap in your backyard while the cat is sitting politely in his little box reading the newspaper taking a doo doo and gracefully covers it all up for you to scoop it out later when you feel like it.

and then barky mcbark bark is all look at me look at me i am a dog bark bark yip and slams into the diningroom table and destroys everything pretty what is your house while kitty larue is telling you to fuck off with his eyes because he has this thing called pride something that dogfuck lacks because dogs are not as cool as cats.

don’t get me wrong i do love dogs i just prefer cats because i am crazy as a loon and bitches like me who are lazy assholes opt for low-maintenance snotty animals who are needy sometimes while completely invisible other times and then when you start crying they come sit on your head and sniff your stupid eyes and nose and feel bad for you and then when you are done using the cat for having your emotional needs met you can go on a bender for a few days, come back and cat is like yo dude WHAT’S UP i didn’t notice you left but the dog is all hysterical, complete wreck of a creature while you were away all of your house is messed and smelly and you are like, I. HATE. MY. LIFE.

the way i see it, if you want a fuckin’ kid, give birth.

WHAT’S BETTER?
CATS RULE!!!!!!!!!!!
DOGS RULE!!!!!!
  
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i painted her in cos you couldn’t tell what it was a drawing of cos of the dark blue sploshed paint. what a stunner!


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last nite i buckled, or rather, fil did, and he opened two presents, party ’til you puke and the indiana jones dvds. we played party ’til you puke for all of 5 minutes and went through 2 beers each, fuck that, my stomache was killing so that’s how i got him to open the dvds and we watched them all. the majorty of the squares you land on say YOU SPILLED AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF SCOTCH HAVE A DRINK and i said WHAT IS THIS A chad game??! it pretty much is. you can get it from urban outfitters for 16 bucks.

there’s one part in raiders of the lost ark near the end, a bug lands on belloq’s chin and scurries up to his mouth and goes inside his fucking mouth and he keeps on acting, that shit was totally NOT in the script. if you have this movie go to the scene where they are marching the ark of the covenant to where they do that priesty king solomon shit and it’s the part when indiana has that RPG over his shoulder and threatens to blow up the covenant SO during all that back and forth banter that bug on balloq’s chin thing happens.

you’re welcome.

i did not appreciate the campiness of the temple of doom and that female interest was pretty obnoxious and talked a lot, not unlike myself thank god for that little goonies kid who somehow is miraculously capable of kicking 300 lb dudes and send them off to their doom um no offense kid, you are about the size of a grasshopper, JUST saying.

i pretty much passed out during the last crusade so i will have to tell you my generous opinions later on.

whilst watching the movies i asked fil infinity questions and he ignored all of them. my memory of the series is pretty bad though i was unable to just sit there and act like i was seeing them for the first time cos there were too many little deja vu moments anyway i got really bitter at fil and made him feel mean. i win.


hey raymi

its that time of year again
the exam time crunch
when all the coffee shops are filled with college students and grad students and laptops and ipods and bookbags and most of all stress
and i am one of those students occuping the seat in the corner, well more like loitering in the seat in the corner, making a tall americano last all day

and i am so fucking stressed out it is a bit unreal
one exam monday
two on tuesday
the worst on wednesday
and the last on saturday

im not sure if i will make it through without some C’s to be honest…
but your frequent blog updates provide lots of scintillating distraction for me, and a giggle or two to maintain my sanity throughout it all.

it can’t get much worse than this.

steph

unrelated NSFW.

VOTE FOR LAZY!

THANKS MG!

here is something i will finally address, as you all know, mg is no longer married and many of you ask in my comments what went down and where did the wife go bla bla etc. here and now will be the first and last time i say this, we are no longer friends, fil and i were friends with her because she was married to my friend matt and once we got to know her we accepted her, vapidity, ignorant, bitchiness and all whatever if you drink enough you can come to like ANYONE lo and behold once mg and money-grubber’s relationship began to deteriorate he informed me of all the mad shit she had been saying about me AND FIL the ENTIRE TIME and what really got my goat was that i had refrained from ever saying anything mean about her ever not even to my friends who were like dude what are you thinking!?! this chick SUCKS! i cannot even read her blog… but nope i was respectful and EVEN DEFENDED HER TO THEM.

so stupid.

all this valuable shit-talking time, all down the drain i could shoot myself.

anyway, matt’s last tour i went along to hang cos dude was not dealing very well and naturally i got a little sucked into the mess, to make a long story short this lady sent me TWO scathing text messages and here they are:

1. STAY OUT OF MY MARRIAGE YOU PATHETIC PSYCHOTIC BITCH

to which i replied your marriage is already over, baby and you are the worst liar ever.

2. IT’S NO WONDER EVERY GUY YOU’VE BEEN WITH BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU YOU DESERVED EVERY BIT OF IT

to which i did not reply.

this coming from a flake who thinks paris fucking hilton is a genius and also someone who claimed to be an advocate against cruelty toward animals you’d think it would carry over to humans.

anyway, you can take the girl away from the trailer, dress her up real good, give her your wallet, but she’s STILL trash.

also, i was not beaten up by every guy i dated, just two, the first one was more psychological abuse and being spat in my face and shoved around, burning hot pizza shoved in my face, property destroyed, regardless, and they were both drug dealers and very controlling mean abusive people. anyway, i survived it and do a fairly good job at blocking out the pain from those days and some skeleton who hates herself cunt saying this shit to me with the intent to get me where it hurts shows how truly horrible a creature she really is.

I don’t hate Raymi. I don’t love her either. I’m more or less ambivalent. I am just kind of interested that someone who is “the best Canadian blogger” is one who is barely able to string two sentences together in a literate form worthy of the English language. She calls it streaming consciousness. I call it mental diarrhea. Taste is a preference. I haven’t bookmarked her.

Given that blogging is about writing, it’s curious that our best “writer” utilizes the style of immense font size, a hatred of capitalization, and so many images on her front page that you need a broadband connection and a lot of free time and RAM to load them all.

Tits for hits is apt, but not the whole story. She is genuinely unique, interesting, and funny. She’s even darkly attractive in the narcissistic way she photographs herself from ever more erect-nipple flattering poses. Sometimes she is so crude that she is almost endearing in her Bukowski-esque vileness that is both alluring and repelling. Alluring in the way that one might stop to check out a provocative poster. Repelling in the way one might turn off a pair of speakers uttering Death Metal.

She is who she is. I’m not going to hate on her. Do your thing, girl. I aint mad at cha.

-adrian macnair

taken from the ongoing raymi is an asshole what shows her tits forum.


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