here’s some email love.

I just wanted to share these words I told Phil!

Dude I am sorry but I just admire your relationship with Raymi, I had been writing lyrics and lately you guys came into retrospect. By your body language in your guys pics and gestures is simply breath-taking. I admire you guys for being so close.. it’s awesome and simply indescribable, u 2 were meant to be, Just remember she is the most delicate flower you will ever pick! I love what you guys have going, cheers to U both! True love is hard to find man! Congrats! I will use your guys love as an influence! Love you guys and respect you both immensely!

Tu amigo,
Juan Pellicer Orts

P.s.
U guys are simply beautiful, I too yearn for a relation as you both have.. everyday.. I look ..and look

this guy is a HUGE myspace/blog fan

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Hi Lauren,

As you already know, I, as so many, love and adore you as a person, although I don’t know you personally, and your blog. I was in a car accident in the begining of august, that was life shattering. The past few months have proved to be filled with a lot of trials with a few tribulations hidden in there. Since being home from the hospital, I’m still bed & wheel chair ridden. But that isn’t why I’m writing you, I’m writing you to tell you that through this time, that i’ve been home, and able to use my lap top to try and pass some time, your blog, as proven before, brightens my day so much lauren. It has become my favorite pass time. Although I don’t usually leave comments, I’m always reading, and you are one of the few things that can put on a smile on my face right now. I want you to know that you make a lot of differences in peoples life, that you may not even know about… You deserve to know it. Keep on keepin’ on, and I promise I’ll try to do the same..

Love you,

Lisa xo

join team blogslayer you losers!

all this and more can be yours. click on the products to see an enlarged image of the graphic, it’s much clearer, flickr turned it into a warbly jpg. i dropped prices on lots of junk too y’all!

ps. there is a blog party on october 26/27 or somewhere around there so you might want to order a shirt right now, i just did.

wakin’ up at 7.30am is harsh for this guy! background work is hard too, standing around sitting around smoking cigarettes listening to young people try and figure out the difference between a scenester and a hipster, i chimed in that a hipster is a poseur and didn’t offer a definition for scenester. then i went back to reading my basketball diaries. i had to cover up my arm pit sweat stains with my long hair so my character’s inspiration was snotty hair flipping bitch during the art show scene and then wasted rock party dancer for the band scene, not at all a stretch. autographs in the lobby dudes.

The quintessential pop culture network, IFC offers a stellar lineup of exclusive series that delve into the worlds of filmmaking, comedy and music. Cock’d Gunns (Nov.) is an unflinching rockumentary series about the worst band you’ve never heard of. Led by the brothers Van Gunn (Reggie and Dick), Cock’d Gunns could become the biggest band in the world. The only things holding them back are a total lack of work ethic, songs, a record deal, talent, and legions of fans.

this show is called cock’s gunns, you will die when you see this scene. these guys are called fags in wheelchairs.

then uncle fil picked me up and whisked me away into the sunset and rush hour traffic and pizza.

i just spent the last hour fighting in email with my friends about paris hilton and tonite and what to wear and can i dress like raymi signature slob style or not though i’m guessing not and the plan is to get her to make out with fil so i can take pictures for my blog short of that get her to make out with me for my blog and instant fame. the seduction plan is to tell her how clever she is and how i know she is hamming up the girly routine, tell her she is pretty, follow it up with calling her an intellect, compliment her shoes, give her some sort of japanese trinket, tell her she handled d. letterman perfectly, then shove fil at her or liam titcomb, turn on camera, and wait.

yeah right, i will be 5 shades of wasted wearing 4 pairs of beer goggles, and i won’t even know what planet i am on.

i was on a tv shoot all day since 9am as an extra, i played a hipster, it’s for a show a new show i dunno what i can or cannot talk about, anyway samir directs, it was neat, an art show then a rock show i was in background dancing and being pretentious, pictures tomorrow i have a wicked headache. i got to wear the success dress too. leafs game tonite + antm. tomorrow there is a music video shoot but i am backing out too bagged, i’ll do the friday part instead and yay jamie/deb come to town friday oh fuck and there’s that launch party tomorrow nite that maybe paris hilton will be at this post would have more name-dropping in it if i were less zonked sorry. i will share my hipster shit-talking stories with y’all tomorrow i’m convinced no one knew who i was and i didn’t share my blog url so i can just let ‘er rip. the rock show part was hilarious and i danced like a fucking idiot, basically how i always dance.

october 2006 archives cont’d.

sharpachu: hi drunk cleaners

that’s my papa.

the moral of the story is i am cooler than you.

iron maiden jealousy.

iron maiden pics. they look like pirates ofthe caribbean rock and roll ants.

worstest microwave dinners ever!

the omen review.

i’m trying to see how much suck i can bring to this blog can you tell?

faux raymi art

UK raymi.

could this be more like seinfeld?

VOMITSAUROUS REX

my dreamy brother.

just letting you know that this is the best picture in the entire world even better than a picture of fil’s penis going into my vagina ok bye.

can you be my new drew barrymore?

the artist strikes again!

aha i made bow wow have no pants.

guys are retarded.

someone in fil’s comments said i am canada’s jessica simpson and i have a feeling it’s not cos of my singing voice.

aka Bubba Nosferatu

even my period is crying.

it is failure.

me: i want a sour cream gun the one they use at taco bell
just a heads up

bla ba yawn yawn bla etc haha

it’s ok to laugh that was funny the end.

buy this you stupid dick!

WHY?

I made an egg fart in front of a client, was embarrassing!

urban dictionary never called.

TWO YEARS AGO TODAY (ismokedalotofweed)

wait for it.

WARNING! this will make you thirsty.

i also refuse to take any and all responsibility for the possible jailings that may come of this game.

party shuffle.

fil’s dad get out of my dreams and into my car

i bet i can button this up by now.

haloscan

kind of like when i lost all my marbles in los angeles.

raymi’s serious slur.

pitt’s wedding.

cutting IS emo!

i don’t think we could have topped that unless i pulled the fire alarm maybe.

our 2 year ann.

bye drew!

CLONGSPOT

top chef <3 POEM ABOUT MY ARM*

MY ARM IS BUSTED I WILL RUB IT IN SOME MUSTARD THE WOUND IS OOZING CUSTARD I FEEL PRETTY FLUSTERED

I LOVE YOU TOO FIL!

fat much! more pitt’s wedding. look how tiny he was.

ive always wanted to be a ridiculously rich piss tank eccentric nut

he got me a RING!

went to crooked star to catch katarina‘s art opening and meet her finally and her friends who are all very nice, she introduced us as from the internet, like it’s the country i am from haha. she has a wicked swedish accent that’s fun to make fun of. fingers crossed, i’ll have a show there come march/april.

the view from the side patio is phenom.

her stuff is up for the month so go have a look and buy something.

then we went to lamehaus for black rebel motorcycle club, we drove so we stayed for just half the show.

brmc fans are fucking dicks, dumb jocks and groupie poseur whores, the type of people who take glee in saying BRMC, needless to say the band is amazing live.

sorry noseface.

at first couldn’t be bothered to take pictures.

i was feeling sentimental, this is the first show we’ve been to in awhile alone at lamehaus, it brought back memories of the olden days driving in from oakville, we always hung around the couch area sigh sigh le sigh.

this is my sentimental face.

did they play love burns last nite?

my ass is disappearing.

i am reading the basketball diaries right now, i know you’ve seen the movie, but read the book it is quite enjoyable and there’s lots left out of the film that’s in the book.

pitt was late, stuck in traffic, so we shared a sausage and i finished doing my makeup in front of some classy baseball fans near the fountain.

last game of the season.

keith richards beer guy, total celeb, has a signature style of calling out ICE COLD BEER and everyone claps for him.

i was going to say these aren’t even worth stealing (highly doubt anything lost at the rogers centre is ever found or searched for so yes i can sleep at nite) but then i remembered pitt and his premature-aging and his poor wife having to look at miles of crow’s feet from his constant squinting so…

what’s going on neo?

hey rick james.

nice how it brings out the dark circles under your eyes.

on to the bedford, lets play who had what. chicken curry, pad thai, hamburger.

no no totally not greasy.

thank you present for samir.

yesterday i was a condo prisoner, no keys, so all i had was espresso and a handful of dorito crumbs, things were getting shaky there near the end. gues it’s time to give that thing a wash, i am the only one who does it.

then fil came home with sustenance.

you’d never be able to tell by how arty i made this look that it came from this: