raymi says:

i should get people to carve my name in their pumpkins or something

raymi says:

and the winner gets to hang out with me and buy me stuff

Jamie says:

gets to buy you stuff. lucky!

raymi says:

totally

Jamie says:

i’m going to a big gay art costume halloween party this saturday

Jamie says:

i don’t know what to be

raymi says:

be a banana

Jamie says:

hmm, yeah, cool, great idea

Jamie says:

i cant buy a dingy banana costume

Jamie says:

rent one that’s all worn out and dirty

raymi says:

ooh i know be a guy who was in a bicycle accident

Jamie says:

that’s better

Jamie says:

are you doing anything? getting dressed up?

raymi says:

i have no idea what to be

raymi says:

i mite be a ninja but thats boring, we went to look for costumes yesterday but there were too many people around us and we got angry and left

raymi says:

yeh we’re going to a couple parties

Jamie says:

i went to a costume place yesterday too

Jamie says:

it was mental

Jamie says:

there was a guy directing “traffic” in and out of the store

raymi says:

i want a big furry costume, i dont want to be anything remotely sexy but i know last minute ill change my mind and dress like a total whore

Jamie says:

haha

raymi says:

women are fucked like that

Jamie says:

deborah is gonna be that Daryl HAnnah character from blade runner

raymi says:

cool

Jamie says:

she wanted me to be another character from that movie, but i said no

raymi says:

fil destroyed one of my boots so i cant even integrate them into some sort of costume

Jamie says:

how did he destroy them?

raymi says:

by stepping on the back of my heel

here’s another totally hilarious thing that i said this weekend at boston pizza!

the waitress dumped like 20 creamers on our table with our coffees and later came back and asked if we wanted more coffee and as she was walking away i exclaimed to the entire bar CAN WE HAVE MORE CREAM TOO!? and she nods yes and i go I’M KIDDING and pointed to the pile of creamers and then everyone was like THAT WAS HA-LARIOUS and i was like I KNOW!

we were standing on the stoop outside the pub after four 15 year olds tried to get in to tie one on, they were wearing tutu’s and mardi gras beads and everyone was like wtf?! so fil and i start taking the piss at them amongst ourselves and there is this man standing near us also and turns out he’s the father of one of those girls meanwhile fil is saying OH I DON’T HAVE ANY BEADS BUT HOW ABOUT A PEARL NECKLACE?

whoops.

we rescued a dog saturday nite, he was wandering around this neighborhood, limping, old-looking and confused and it was pissing rain so we called the humane society and i got out of the car and followed him around a bit to make sure he wouldn’t run off and an hour late the humane society came and took him away. i knocked on a couple people’s doors and one guy was all doiii i saw him wandering around earlier which really pissed me off, like fuck, this isn’t even our neighborhood, YOU LIVE HERE AND YOU COULDN’T BE OUT HERE WITH THIS DOG YOURSELF!? instead he was sitting around his fucking livingroom watching tv and staring out the window at this poor dog and then being annoyed by our headlights through his window cos we’re the ones dealing with it.

i fucking hate people.

i made a flickr account! raymilauren.

last nite after martin had his loudmouth tequila out of the blue he insults my toque.

toque.

anyway he was going off about how when i left the house i must have thought i was hot shit and looked really cool or whatever and in my head i thought ok should i make a big deal out of this or should i let it go, cos usually with martin little things easily turn to full-blown arguments and i was like fuck you dude, i didn’t think shit about myself when i walked out the door, that’s why i’m wearing this fucking hat.

that’s the part that made me angry, when people assume shit about how you think of yourself and ESPECIALLY when they drop the cool bomb.

martin is a metrosexual, he likes expensive things and 200 dollar t-shirts so if i told him that my hat was worth 2 bills he’d be all over it.

turns out he had ulterior motives, he wanted the hat for himself so his tactic was to insult the shit out of me so i would be all OK here you go, take my fucking hat.

oh and then i walked into the big screen television at the pub.

the end.

someone took our foto in vancouver at the arts county fair.

anyway, last nite when i got home i tried to fuck fil but i was completely trashed and he had already passed out, it was pretty pathetic. i even took off my underwear and threw it at the wall to try and seal the deal but niente. fil was like you should have come with me but i was all DUFF GARDENS HURRAH and so on though i did say that i was going to have sex with him regardless when i got home.

then i had to decide whether i was going to have a suck-attack or not.

but then i got the major spins instead and had to lie down in the hang glider position until i fell asleep.

i just got back from the store where i said good morning to everyone although it was half past 1 in the afternoon and then i could barely stand up waiting in-line for 5 seconds. think i’m drunk still.

this post RULES! in your face!

ps. no horny comments being all I WOULD LET YOU HAVE SEX WITH ME and shit. thanks.

hey papa kerouac, how’s it going? are you still sharing your orange juice every morning with those wasps that buzz around the ole backyard? that’s nice.

oh hey nana (right) and auntie W. (left) you guys so totally do not dye your hair.