green room bbq chicken special, i have never had it with fries before it is always a salad, the people there just know you are a fries or a salad, but the chick we had was a fucking social reject and melissa could see her pubic hair trail and she had an undershave w/ ponytail ew.

i’m like, doesn’t this come with salad and undershave says no in slow-motion and looks at me like i am from venus. i think she was on valium or something. tackiest outfit ever too. i looked at the menu and saw that it clearly states salad or fries but decided not to make it into a “thing” and kept it to myself. for once.

then i’m like oh great now i am going to get food poisoning this is why i am not supposed to eat here but eat here anyway, sigh.

it was fine but still a little dubious considering it was green room cuisine.

you feel way more disgusting about yourself when there are fries you didn’t ask for on your plate.

mom i am spending the day in toronto lots of walking shoes haha.

september 2006 archives continued. can’t wait ’til i am doing this next year and it takes my blog twenty times longer to load and my computer crashes sets on fire explodes.

overheard at the argos game.

barfball.

stop thinking that i look good like that.

what are you even trying to convince me of?

everything i do is a song.

lie with me review.

one year ago today.

i think i am spending too much time alone.

oh shut up i could have been meaner.

ps. my skinny pants turned out good.

love amber.

what do it ever produce that isn’t?

pretty smart for a dyke.

nice things.

i have to practise unbitchy things to say.

that shit 17-20 yr olds play off as “confidence”

go away i’m not home.

dance like a total whore no matter what.

night of the boring lame.

steve’s wedding. do you want to buy my dress?

i’m trying to make it look like i am doing important work.

sunday drives.

lucky number slevin review.

v for vendetta review.

wow how prophetic pfft.

haha banana avenue.

there has been zero progress made on that thing.

don’t double dong them.

bringing back the caption.

welp.

Bye dear, laura.

THE ARTIST

i woke up with weed hair.

pitt sucks.

blog party when i was fat.

my niece is cuter than yours.

i made that in grade 6.

sigh.

we cum on your table.

I was right.

not funny.

i am very sexy.

raddest boots!

i’ve seen his dick.

didn’t bring a hat.

we didn’t bring suntan lotion so fil used my makeup.

we didn’t bring a closet, either.

out of wine.

time to get european: beach style!

ewwwwww!

is there internetspeak for Barfing on the floor laughing, yet? BOFL?

this chick was by herself all afternoon made us feel sad.

man legs.

sigh.

dear raymi

Sorry if this isn’t my place!! I was just going to pass along that I think I identify with you and how annoying your mom can be. My mom can be the same way. She’s trying to relive (though they never existed) her young, sexy years and she scolds you like a child because that’s all she can do, but really she is just jealous, I guess. She just wants attention and hides that by being ‘motherly’. Ugh, it even annoys me that your mom tries to steal your thunder. It is a little pathetic too. Boo. And then she gets all wounded when you get annoyed like she is only trying to help, but really she is just being a bit selfish. That is my opinion, but maybe I’m just projecting cause my own mom is like that a bit. I don’t think it’s really fair how parents can be assy sometimes. They can though. I try not to get mad at my mom because this behaviour is harmless if not annoying and she is really really great for other reasons. Like really great! So I don’t fight with her like I did when I was younger. Also, it is easier because I am far away from her now and we are no longer in “competition” like she is an insecure girl friend. It is so ridiculous anyway that I/we should have to “compete” with our moms… Anyway, I related in my own way and wanted to tell you. Also, I really like your blog too! It is really entertaining!!

september 2006 fat raymi archives time

decoy dreams.

snakes on a plane review.

i am a news reporter.

the new rug didn’t last long.

friday thoughts.

8 things raymi.

live loser blogging.

haven’t painted over it yet.

ou est le bush?

lohan’s vag.

nancy’s cottage.

stand-up?

some loser.

NEVER gets old.

FUCKING LOSER SETS PARKING LOT ON FIRE COS NO ONE SAID BYE TO HER

Hmm.

oh molly.

a year ago today, yesterday.

hahahhahahahahha!

smells like a cottage.

i mean “i” oh shut up.

sigh penelope.

i hate football.

go away 9/11.

me and banksy.

after dinner on friday we stopped in at labyrinth lounge for 3 dollar rum drinks, rum and cokes, taste like teenagers. no we did not plan on this 3 dollar rum adventure it was a coincidence. anyway it was a pirate party nite. i overheard one waitress say i don’t get it we are like the funnest bar in all of toronto… newsflash world! even when pirates were “hot” they weren’t that hot, or cool. the end.

hey hi how are you i heard you got a new job that’s right what is it?

oh i work in balancing now.

everything at shan is reduced to insane prices right now please help me convince fil to get these please because then he will look like this.

well except for the pointy ears. i was close to convincing fil to get a fluorescent red pair of trunks and a tube of zinc for his nose, i guess i have a lifeguard thing. ew why am i talking about fantasy lately, gross.

speaking of fantasy, this is what having babies is like how simple and clean and innocent where is my martini and where is the nanny?

oh so darling and well-behaved, richard.

no stains here.

you’re pretty advanced for 10 months, who taught you how to lean like that on that little doll pram?

what FUN! clothing at baby level so they can help choose which $200 shirt to pair with their pants. oh mindy just go wild no limits here.

yes as well as stupid and moronic and pathetic that you don’t know how to express yourself outside of a kooky played-out slogan.

i hate this store.

last time i went can’t remember with whom might have been with matt but everyone was scream-talking and in my way and rude and there is no room to get by this loud-talking flamboyant gay dude and i’m in this tiny colourful shoppe in yorkville never again.

$500 talking/singing elvis bust.

‘NOUGH SAID.

lamb apricots red onion marinade.

delicious.

my old house looks like this now.