This was my Thursday outfit which turned into a romper and thigh highs and a staying in night. I was supposed to go to Jay-Z and Kanye but my full of shit ticket holder date for the night was stuck out of the city (and doesn’t inform me once about this all day either) I am unfriending after I hit publish. He only for sure wanted to bone me, he never has so he’s been pestering me for a year since our last hang, in-where he still didn’t get laid and I explicitly told him (shouldn’t have) that this “concert” will not end in a boning either. I wonder if he even had tickets? He had the nerve to text me at 1am “still up?” ignore and 30 pokes on FB later the next day.
N
hey… sorry been MIA.. Im still in London for a emergency work thing.. things are bonkers…. Does not look like this night going to happen…
Raymi Lauren White
hilarious you are a jerk off thanks for fucking telling me today not once.
so angry
N
I was trying to get shit done to make. You think I do not want to go to jay n ye.
Raymi Lauren White
I better not see any kanye tweets by u then lol
N
So is the appropriate thing to say. Let me take you for a few drinks lol ?
Raymi Lauren White
pfft i can buy myself a few drinks. you made me look stupid, you gave no notice, i am dynamite to hang with, you blew it. more like drinks on a jet.
N
Reeeeelax Shit happens
Well it doesn’t happen to me! I am a busy socialite and if I make time for something that means other important somethings are on the back burner and if you don’t have the balls to man up and tell me it’s not happening, you are dead to me. He told me to be ready for 6 and I am never ready for six, or, ready. But this time I was cos I didn’t have his number (new phone) and he didn’t reply to my two FB contact attempts, one in the day and one an hour before he was supposed to fucking arrive. He is full of shit and I doubt he even had tickets “good ones”.
Aaand unfriend thank you goodbye. You blew it.
I was only using you for your tickets dude, you knew that. Last time we went to a Leaf game and you had shitty seats and because of my hair I walked us down to gold. It’s a good time to go out with me and chicks always flock and then you can have the spill-over, what a moron.
Playing that shit off casual-like to your boyfriend is rough, like, I didn’t want them to meet, this dude to me isn’t even a person, he only wants one thing but I have to act like the naive innocent girlfriend. I am not a wet blanket of a partner, I have a life and I do things on my own and if it so happens to be a dude that I have to do the thing with, then so be it, no one is my boss but me and I like to think that all women in life enjoy the same freedoms with their partners. I was in the bath and Teacher asked how I would feel if he was going to a concert with a girl I had never met, well, I don’t work with hypothetical jealousy scenarios and right now I have one hour to be ready so you get back to me when you have this girl concert date and see how I react about it. I didn’t sign up for games, it’s a waste of time and stupid, I’m going to Jay-Z and that’s that but you see, this bro didn’t just f with one person by bailing, he fucked with two.
It would have been a good time, we’d have caught up with the cougs or I’d have ditched him. I def would be wasted incarnate blah whatever. I’m only using this tale for entertainment purposes while I throw up the rest of the pics I uploaded and ran out of time to blog yesterday.
Ok next I tackle Mystery Camera. I also have to clear a bunch of shots this tv show wants permission to use, ughhh I hate tasks. I’m over my phone data limit so how much does that cost and when is my next billing period? I’m going to watch a taping of Foster the People today with Sarah! PUMPED. Then Lana Del Ray. Mental.
This could so be in the back book cover jacket sleeve yeah? Raymi currently lives and blogs in Toronto with her two cats (inherited step-motherhood thereof) one Lady Garbage and Her Friend, Boyfriend…she likes soup. But not when there is too much cinnamon in it.
Hola blogarinos!
I’d kill for some sunshine today. Short of that, a dry sky.
This shirt was close to making its way to the donation bin, can you imagine?
I wanted to do back-to-backs of a year ago this month but I looked in my archives and got severely depressed and bored instead. The desire has passed. I threw some archive links in my twitter feed and the blog numbers were cranked over 130 guests for a couple hours. Ok twenty minutes. IS equivalent to 2 hours in blog years.
I found my nail polish, it was in my laptop bag, with those strawberry nail polish remover pads erica gave me, so I gave myself an insta-mani on the spot while playing (and winning) Balderdash. It was a very intense game, I wonder how it will go down this weekend when more relatives show up. I will have to practise shadow-boxing.
On my way to victory. I still have to think of some nicely cold served revenge though for Shawn, he ripped a chunk of my hair out. In that moment I had to make a quick decision, do I give him a right hook in the eye and spoil the party or do I end it and remove myself and SLAM THE BEDROOM DOOR AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE. Still angry and I will hear it at the salon today. My brother was drinking psycho punch for sure, he warned me he would hit back earlier so I knew it would escalate. I wonder if we will still kick the shit out of each other when we’re forty?
I think I am getting sick but I am not going to dwell on it, I’ve had a couple of those sick feeling sneezes that wash all over and prickles your skin the last few days and my denial act of said sickness possible ailments has actually been working effectively so far. Knocking on wood is for pussies. I also quite enjoy the taste of snot down my throat. #yeahisaidit.
We saved the gingerbread train for Hailey but we opened it like raccoons and inspected the box contents based on the credo of “I bought it.”
We also played indoor frisbee with this neat fold-up frisbee I got in San Diego from Blogher holy shit next year take an empty suitcase with you, I bet all those mommy bloggers wrapped their kindles for this xmas, smart.
I can’t believe they let me go out in public in this dopey outfit, the socks I was wearing with leggings and grey flats, stupid hat. Behind my back they were calling me a trucker dude. It’s every man for themself in my family. Haha this reminds me of drunk wisdomery with Courtney last night, I said, life is like that Will Smith post-apocalyptic world movie (I can’t believe I spelled that right) and he’s alone waiting for rescue and there are zombie monsters everywhere, THAT is what it’s like, you MUST be happy on your own and survive. We just discovered that Courtney’s Ex is more of a piece of shit than we thought so we got smammered last night. Smammered is Heidi’s word and I give credit where it’s due.
This is how dude’s wrap a present. WRONG. You make it look like a pretend fire in drama class and place it in one sheet at a time like the whole bag is a fire. Why do you think they give you 8 pieces? This is 8 pieces of tissue paper folded over, cool waste dude! I left it as is cos it was funny and then I pointed it out to everyone when we arrived for a joke. Dad I will get you a card on the weekend. LONGEST BIRTHDAY EVER.
Friday night alright outta site! It’s getting to laundry low level so outfits are interesting I wonder what I will wear today, how exciting!
Leaf me alone. Getting longer.
AHHH Scary leaf ghost.
I don’t know my own strength/accuracy plus I had never done this trick I just invented before. Don’t aim it at your head, stupid?
A woman was studying, (absentmindedly not seriously) and we quickly ruined that for her. If you don’t want to be around people then why the fuck did you leave the house? She was scowling at our fanfare but by the end managed to grimace a giving-in smile at me because I kept staring back at her threateningly with my FUN. I hate bitter people because they remind me of how I used to be.
So suck it.
My bro had oxbloods like these when he was a teenager, I had them in blue, so I got these as an homage to him as well as a double time burn. I bought him a nice pair of Wallabee’s a couple years ago as a switcheroonie on style omg what is this Freaky Friday! He wears them on special occasion type occasions. Why am I writing like Jack Kerouac today so much oh right I’m a pisstank wordsmith like he is, a-doye.
I am trying to do the Marilyn poster, can’t wait to see it!
Even though I’ll definitely be playing Courtney Love. I thought this outfit was a bit of a Cobain Hybrid.
OMG GET OUT OF MY HEAD. Lol.
And my Nirvana tribute tat. I felt I was dressed pretty posh at my MTV interview, I am tired of the Courtney Love connection. It’s insulting. Yes she is an icon a little but I am not a raging lunatic like that, not yet anyway. I was wearing a goddamn $800 jacket that I talked about for an hour aghh!
Party statue, fresh from band practise in where I scrame my fucking guts out after very little sleep cos I was partying, I swear! NO Courtney Love here. I’m cute though right? That soup had too much cinnamon.
Teach had a burger so he only ordered soup and the waitress went, “Just soup?” haha well we had pints and I ordered a vegan sandwich. If you eat like a vegan you will look like Kate Moss but people always be fucking with Teacher, it’s funny. I think it’s the glasses. People feel comfortable, themselves, in giving him a what-for. I love it.
Whereas me it’s a mystery box of how are they going to react. I know I generally boss around servers but that’s only because I am efficient and I sort out our drinks and food within four seconds of ass hitting seat, who said it that their dad was a busser orderer too? I am not exactly that guy but I know the time saving trick of menu depositing and splitting for five minutes and nuh uh if you think homie done gone play a trick like that. Our very nice and professionally phoney people pleaser server at Fazooli’s tried it and I was like, HEY, wait a minute. Then ordered apps and those slush martinis before she could go look at herself in a mirror. She knew then that we were a table not to be ignored.
There was a pile of leaves, maybe that pissed her off? Hey lady is this your pile of leaves? There are two kinds of people in the world, those who get angry over spilled piles of leaves and those who are no big deal about it and just rake it again as life and fall is short. Ha I kinda gave up on that one right. I am getting leaving house anxiety because it’s so rainy and my light bulb ikea guy I bought out of loneliness is so comforting (you should get one) but mostly I am lazy, and possibly sick. And a whiner.
Bringing the big ass umbrella with me.
Ready for your punk rock aerobics instruction? My torso is not this long or warped, it’s the pants, they have stretched out and are a large. I’ve shrunken since purchasing them.
How is this inappropriate for minors? My jingle bell rock dance video was flagged. HO HO HO!
Don’t forget to PVR How the Minx stole Christmas.
Wait a second.
He didn’t even tell me about these ones. He said he was “getting mad” so that meant I was posing right.
Ps. I am only wearing one pearl earring in the durex video, I lost one on the way over Gotta get ready now love you bye!
Welcome to our new show of stuff we watch while watching champagne I mean drinking champgane CHAMPAGNE LOL on big screen tv!
Courtney is on the rug dying of laughter at my dismal attempt at typing. We need a third party filmer. bYe looking for more vids. Happy blogversary! YA!
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We had to go to Wine rack (the King west one, ik) and the dude there taught us a science trick about putting a wet paper towel on the bottle and putting it in the freezer, which I was going to do anyway (the freezer thing) so I called his bluff and put a double thick wet one on, and it worked!
Courtney is over. We stayed in. It’s rainy and shitty out oh and a girl in Libville cut us off pulling out of her parking garage driveway and we skidded almost right into her car Teacher was breaking like crazy and the slick roads she didn’t even look before pulling out and we were like O_O face to face I was so scared and THEN she fucking mouths SLOW DOWN BUDDY! and we had the right of way! Courtney in the back seat was like WHAAAAAAAAAT!!! She ruined our night, shook up Teacher. HER FAULT. SO angry. So as we were shopping we were all completely rattled. Courtney and I are discussing it right now and Teacher went to bed crabby. UGH!
This room looks so much more suburban now. I likey.
Where are your feets?
Line-up outside and I don’t care.
Exactly!
On Saturday we had less than five minutes to make it before brunch was over at the Gladstone, my doc marten shoe became completely untied, it was freezing and we had to get by this which was terrifying because obviously if any Mr. Bean-like construction accident were to occur it would exclusively happen as I should happen to walk by. We made it to brunch in the nick of time and were home again in under an hour.
I love our waitress, she’s served us before in the other room. So efficient and courteous, I adore good service. I’m a foodie, it’s vital. Speaking of I haven’t eaten all day and should probably start getting ready for going out. Monday is my Sunday.
CN Tower Christmas. Can you imagine walking on that at night? I’d do it!
Can’t get over these cards, YES double-sided gold, who would give a shit if it was just gold-topped? Yeah hi your present I found in the common area dorm lounge, don’t thank me all at once now. Def need to get my own deck.
Sick right? My brother was like, yeah, DISGUSTING. Dad was like, EYE-ROLL! Never growing up ever.
And now I give you, classic dude party. Dudes at a party (yes there were chicks there too).
Were they talking about a) basketball b) their band c) an obscure musician everyone apparently knew about or really acted like they did or d) all of the above?
More dudeisms. How to be a dude at a party, practise saying in the mirror, “Hey, wanna go out for a: smoke and/or dart? (take your pick they will know what you mean).
Ugh apparently no one can figure out the ancient modern day wisdoms of blackberry cellphonular technology maybe we can find a 14 year old to teach my friends how to take pictures with it cos obvi my instructions are in Latin THE DEAD LANGUAGE.
How to navigate the dude gauntlet at the party when you are just going for a pee or a drink but want to keep talking about girl stuff with your friend on the balcony: speed shuffle through while crouching and ask one guy to state the differences between American and Canadian football while looking at a different dude and making a really confused face then split.
Nathan and Heidi’s place is amazing.
I look teeny. He’s 6′ 2. I’m slouching for the sake of coolness. I’m 5’9.
Why am I dressed like a Sabrina the teenage witch episode?
I wore this shirt as a joke and it backfired because everyone loved it! Yay Lois you made me cool!
Nathan and Rudy. Rudy is a Jack Russell (yeah right)(ok he is) Pug mix. A jug. He looks like a demon from adorable hell and doesn’t like me as much as he should cos I smell like Stella and only ever see him when there’s a party and dogs are party nervous people typically. I call dogs and cats people because I am funny. Lady Garbage will be doing something stupid and I’ll go, she is the WORST person that I have EVER met and everybody laughs. (please credit my jokes okthxbai).
Yay they smoked outside for once. A pregnant chick was there earlier, it wasn’t for me even though I acted like it was and enjoyed it immensely.
Ok attention deficient pals, if you hold out to the end (40 seconds!) you will snicker. I can’t believe I forgot how to play one of the 4 piano songs I know. I sure as shit ain’t no Jerry Lee lewis but you can hear how I sing AC/DC (try track 2 or 3, don’t waste your time on 1) the girls sound excellent on their instruments I say.
Back with more soon even though it’s hard to blog after-dark and I want to watch the rest of Eclipse in my long johns.
Teacher bought me this Sunday as an olive branch even though we so weren’t done fighting yet. Dating me is better than a roller coaster, it’s the whole theme park! Ps. I landed the audition thing I had last week.
I need more hoodies, not this one. Well this one in barbie pink. When your hair is white you can dress like a barbie doll.
A guy walked by these balloons dressed in the same colours and I wanted to ask him to pose by them but he looked “too cool” “for school” which actually means he looked like a try hard and would have been snotty even though I would have “made” him. You are never too cool for crap-o-blog kay?
Nathan is a good painter, his piece is behind the couch here, we’re going to be re-arranging the art soon on the walls. Good to change it up.
I was going to take a picture of when we left what I looked like to capture the degree of skanky-degeneration but I was too tired by that point and took a mental snap instead, you can see how I looked in the raymi the ripper blood graffiti video.
Heidi LOVES Elvis. I love when people have a “thing”. Elvis stuff is everywhere, his army dog tag numbers are featured in Nathan’s painting above our couch. Neat.
Waitin’ for the loo.
DUDE PORTRAIT.
The dudes are over it.
Would it kill you to take one un-blurry picture of me? Do you know how hot I look here? BARELY and why is that? Cos it looks like you took this from a dune buggy flying over jumps.
Caterpillar cat knows all sees all. She has a nose freckle too.
She also hides behind the mirror I rest against this table, there is like, no space there. It’s funny and depressing.
Teacher is her favourite, L. Garbage and Stella are on Team Raymi.
We packed our stuff and hit the road for my dad’s.
Ragdoll.
It was like we never left the house. Me and this girl on the other couch way on the opposite end of the room, smiled and stared openly at each other, unapologetically. I love people, I don’t want to say “people watching” cos it’s such a common term and I like to think I study rather than watch, but not in a psycho way. I like to make up assumptions and test my theories by meal’s end and I am usually right.
So the thing with Durex is they are the more intellectual condom brand answer to Trojan, which apish frat boys apparently use and so they got a lot of brainier folk (including your hero, me) to discuss doing it on a higher plane of tantra or something level (foreplay, blowjobs, etc) made a documentary out of it and voila, enjoy. If you haven’t been able to view (from Australia) or wherever yet. Ps. I just saw on twitter that 1 in 120 Torontonians are hiv-posi. EW. Use those domes guys and gals! Ps. I refused to perform fellatio on the banana so I air guitar fellatio’d instead. YAY!
Also my new Decorium high-end furniture friends are hosting a $2000 contest right now! I want to win seeing as I have been bailing on events and favouring the interior Minx cave of late but also it’s Christmas time and a smug living room set would be key. If you can’t change your husband, you can change your living room! Can I come over? Actually if I won I’d give it to my dad.
So, I’ve successfully been more interesting than you for 11 years now, how’s it feel?
From this, to..
This. In seconds. (or hours of waiting all day long, whatevs) #dirtbag #princess #genius.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG DAD BLOG DAD DAD! DAD! LOVE YOU!
Going back to take pics in the day or bring a real camera with flash, these pics are crap. It was really late, or early, so the lighting wasn’t on my side but it’s always dark under that bridge anyway. How wasted do I sound, keepin’ it together madmen styles haha.
portrait of the artist.
There’s a lot of it, I sloshed it up there 6 times or so and not even that much, it was the bitter end of the bottle. This just in, paint drips! Hello gravity.
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Broken Heel Diaries Woman: Raymi the Minx!
I want to be remembered for… Dying happy. Satisfied by my life and achievements. Getting to that thatched roof cottage in Ireland.
WHEN I CAN MAKE MY OWN! I’m the interesting one here, no offense friends but normally at the party I’ve cut you off by now and am talking about my crazy week don’t trick me with this hangover o_O of mine now, nice try.
Ok I am going to treat my blog like twitter for the next hour and every inane thought I would normally tweet, I’ll blog. This is how I used to blog anyway, before twitter was around back when I was less of a pisstank. I’ve already let a few genius ones slip by on to twitter, like:
if i order poached eggs will they explode on the way, do poached eggs travel well? how far has a poached egg ever traveled before?
Always question the universe, friends.
Too bad Teacher was ordering off the Gladstone CAFE’s website not the hotel, no wonder there’s all these menu item limitations, a bagel, no toast? And why isn’t the Gladstone’s breakfast sandwich on it, oh, cos it’s not the same restaurant dumbass! Ha.
I should write a christmas song to the tune of silver and gold but called RAY-MI Lau-Ren. Try it. Works.
See how crazy you look when it’s not in a twitter status update timeline?
Btw we almost went to semi-formal last night (he said) ha ha right nerd keener prom maybe invite me to full-casual instead
Are you team Fanning or team Olsen?
Popped in to Magic Pony yesterday I wish I bought that birthday card for my dad. Can’t find it on the site but I have wanted this print since 2004. Sigh.
And these next gems would be drunk party tweets.
I like party judgments from the internet
Classic dude party all standing like dudes being dudes
someone is getting a massive lesson in pan soaking when they get back from the store on our way to the party right up to dinging the bell.
If you don’t want me to pronounce it cache then why is there a fucking e on it
You’d not know these were doll house sized, right?
I went out like a skid rat yesterday. I cleaned my act up come nightfall.
Oysters everywhere!
Teacher said he was at this show at Maple Leaf gardens I said I wanted proof, evidence, a ticket stub, and he just looked at me. What-ever I’ve heard many a Nirvana tall tale, dude was gone before we even had a chance to have him. Like Jeff Buckley.
Stoked for next practise, that’s Carole. She is a sweetheart.
Natalie is a our new youngblood gem courtesy of Tyler. I blew New Ghost’s (band) minds away last night about how one drummer left and gave us one in his stead they were like WHAT!? Usually when a drummer leaves it’s on some Lars fuckin’ Ulrich dramatic kind of level, but anyway, it’s our goal to join BNL on their next cruise gig #dream. But before that, probably a show at Bovine in between my burlesque solos haha. Cool right? I’ve always wanted a variety show (I would die to be on SNL).
That’s one greasy party statue. Our bassist, Nicole is in the post below. Check these names do you know how hard it is for me to keep them straight? Carole, Nicole, Natalie. O_O!
Very peppy and funny and positive, I love my band! I bought the .com domain SEXIST TEXAS and the twitter handle too @sexisttexas follow us you idiots.
When I wave to “my friend” or talk to her I have to wave rather cos her pupils are blown out in opposite directions, I think when she came in on the turnip truck they dropped her on her head. She is the best look at her freaky dwarf little tail, she is kind of small actually, dwarfish.
Or, blogger’s voice rather. MINE IS YELLY!
I’m like in Elf purgatory.
That’s fine I enjoy loafing around anyway.
Check out this insanely flattering thing I came across yesterday, I was getting traffic from this my first 50000 website and found this post:
Readers to a blog are what fans are to a singer: $$$.
In my case, the big $$$ is not coming from anything I sold. I don’t sell myself on the Web, I am not exactly a Raymi The Minx in the making of. I don’t have tattoos and I am not popular either. However, the best about being me is that I HAVE U. I would give almost everything to have her slim shape and her sexy kitten eyes. And her Teacher? I will skip that part if you don’t mind. LOL.
I would give a lot to be Raymi but I wouldn’t give a cent of my very awesome portfolio because a part of my portfolio is coming from people just like yourself. So it’s kind of nice to be me be. Even if I don’t have any tattoos
after is all this stuff about investments and stuff and so I commented, what do i have to do with your portfolio? lol thanks for the compliments
and her reply:
I wasn’t expecting the “Raymi” here! WOW
You are so lovely.
Your not directly connected to my portfolio of course, but indirectly yes. In the sense that I admire your courage to do that what you are doing. You blog, your book, your shows etc.. And reading your blog is entertaining and you have good vibes. I add a link so my readers can always get entertain as much as myself while reading you.
So the indirectly part come from that, to have conviction and do what you want in life, that include doing what wanted with money and keep going.
That’s the link between you and me, sweet girl.
I get very humbled when someone strokes my ego like so, did you see that blog? She has 50,000 dollars and sees me as a role model? I like when women get along and encourage one another, bring each other up, it’s so Lilith Fair and reminds me of Blogher kum-bay-fuckin-ya. The older I get the less bullshit I take, the less insecure, if things bother me I deal with them NOW. Oh what’s this passive aggression? I cut you down to pieces. But I don’t like doing this. Some friends I know obsess and fester, that is not the way to enjoy your life brah. What am I even rambling about now we are starving I have to wrap this up soon.
I was in the shower and I repeated to myself, I have kitten eyes? YES! FANTASTIC! It takes someone else looking at you to tell you what’s up from a fresh perspective. I look in my archives at some truly hideous fat and naked photos of myself that, I can’t believe none of my friends even attempted to tell me to take down. Just a few, not all, but I guess it’s no one’s place to say that to me and they would probably be terrified. Only haters will tell you you’re a cow. Meh, me on a bad day is still better than their best.
This is the interior of a cafe in Rayne’s Park, it was my last day in England, I called my friend’s/family from a pay phone with those weird coins and said I wasn’t coming back for dinner (they had planned a dinner for me, I am a prick) I wanted to get laid, basically. And that I did.
I spent 60 pounds at this place. At that time, 60 was $120 and because it seemed like everything was cheap when it was like 1 or 2 pounds for a drink, you really spent your money there like it was pennies. I was flat broke when I got home. When I finished getting day time drunk at that cafe, I went to where I was staying, the girl was out, I changed got slutty then headed for rayne’s park tavern, alone. Impressing these two hot enough dudes down the green velvet bench from me with ordering 4 rounds of drinks at a time (seriously Nicolas Cage much?) I was 18 and, no 17, and last call was 11 which is EARLY so you have to order copious amounts or start drinking earlier which is what they do there and how they function as a country I do not know. Their pub food is complete crap too.
It’s a nothing suburban typical town, bordering Wimbledon and London, the absolute last subway stop actually I had to get the tram link to the subway and I am mashing what I did the last 3 days and confusing it all in to one day of activities, on my last day I went to the Tate then came back and got dressed and went to the pub and got laid, the day before was spent being a loner in this cafe I can’t remember what I did at night.
I sure as hell didn’t look as hot as this at the time though.
I have drawings of the dudes I entertained for the evening in this journal too. The one guy who looked like Robbie Williams once I was drunk enough would not accept that I was leaving the very next day, he had fallen in love. Right. Change your flight he begged. Fine you pay for it then, no? Exactly. Peace. My parents had sent me there to stay out of trouble, ha, ha ha.
Anyway, that was the last 2 weeks, the first part of my time there was in London, Knighstbridge and then Oxford. Blabbity blah shut up.
I was reading Prozac Nation at the time, a depressed author soul sister, I’ve never been as depressed where I am like virgin suicides on the rug for weeks in a row and can’t get up but I definitely am a born cynic, who are often sad because they are burdened with the worries of the world.
I get by though, I am holding on to this stupid hope that I am special and have a bright future and all that self-deluding bullshit that helps you get through your life, I’m an optimistic cynic. NO YOU’RE AN OXYMORON!
Gah gotta go eat brunch before it’s over they do not wait for degenerates and I am not in the mood for a club sandwich FT!
