wooh.

sorry yesterday was greasy vampire hair day. deals.

fil hates my dress, and asked if i was going to return it, it’s a table cloth. this was after he said meh to it when he came home, therefore you do not repeat your distaste of something MEN MAKE A NOTE. the woman eventually figures it out on her own you do not need to impart your manly wisdom and no, you aren’t helping. i’m going to keep it now just to spite him. oh on the way to get a movie the entire universe zoned in on me in this dress but i didn’t mention it. fil was acting like he was the victim and I am the one he insulted, I AM THE VICTIM. he said he doesn’t want to be with someone who can’t take what he says, not the point, i can and DO totally take what he says all the time, but in this situation, sorry no pass. then i said i don’t want to be with someone who always makes me carry the movie. anyway we are cool. we rented zodiac it is good but LONG.

oh for dinner i caved.

everything buns!

Subject: every guy in the Mission wants to be your boyfriend…

dear raymi

I’ve written you before, and you were kind enough to respond, so I write again. It just wanted to write that it makes me laugh when I ride around in the Mission in San Francisco on my bike and see all the hipster guys and think they look a bit like Phil…hrmm…maybe they all read Raymitheminx and want to be Phil cause he’s hot and he has a hot girlfriend…it’s scary, I mean, lots of dudes who ape his style…but then no, it’s a coincidence, they’re not cool enough to read your blog…I’d take pics for proof, but I am too lazy…so, to end it, you’re pretty much the only personal blog I read on a regular basis…always good…thanks for working it.

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me: i think that men should be forced to pay for half of their gf’s purses cos we carry all their shit and they hound us WHERE IS YOUR PURSE I NEED SOMETHING and they go thru it constantly and re-arrange all your junk

Elizabeth: haha

me: ask to use your phone
do you agree
though my purse was only four dollars

Elizabeth: yeah

me: but anyway maybe a holding fee

Elizabeth: or
but when I dont wear a purse
I use his pockets
so its like
half and half

me: i always have a purse
total burden
and if i dont its like we are both lost

Elizabeth: ooooh
see I never have one its more like I should pay for N’s pocket

me: well you just totally destroyed this conversation
if you need me ill be talking to a WOMAN

Elizabeth: solly HAH
I hate all my purses
hate

me: well i carry one for my smokes camera wallet makeup phone
i bet you have mom purses
and not funny mom
just like ugly mom

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you can’t afford these lamps, lamps.

oh don’t make me bust out my chandalier joke.

i love lamp. this store always has a crazy display don’t ask me what it’s called i forget.

ran out of vodka?

where was my wedding invitation and what the hell seriously is going on?

let me know if you want to be in my full house club and all we do is talk about stephanie tanner’s wardrobe and brush my little pony’s hair into mohawks and sometimes when we find the time we will sigh. basically we never ever meet up but we text each other during full house at 7 everyday funny things we think are funny about each episode, and eventually i will collect club dues, 25 cents.

girl time

didn’t get this.

seriously considered it, seeing as it’s all dainty and shit. size 4 was all they had it left in, smushed my tits in a stupid way and i would probably bust the zipper after one or two hours of wear.

sigh.

more my style.

size 4, 29.90 ten dollars off, comes in another colour.

still kind of a tent.

i think this is size 6, can’t remember.

sometimes more is less and less is more, whatever. i got it in size four cos i knew after one time wearing size 6 i will convince myself i am a house and never wear it again.

6 is fine if you are standing very still.

if that’s a 6 what the hell does a 12 look like?

oh cid stop faking that italian accent barf.

i will get fil to take better pictures of me in this get-up later.

elizabeth and i take turns pretending to be annex new england douches, she sent me a letter.

hot sauce face.

garbage sleep last nite, it was pretty much take ‘er easy sober nite and we fasted after 8pm cos we both had to do bloodwork today, fil’s loudbreathing kept me awake then his phone reminders kept vibrating and then cid kept visitting me. we watched perfect stranger, do not rent it unless you want to get in a fight with your bf/gf it is so shitty.

fil was more a-scared than i was, i have tiny tiny tiny veins so they use the infant needle on me, fil hadn’t had a bloodtest in years.

they loved us and kept calling fil, pill.

fil asked what gage his needle was, 21 she said. omg fil.

she said come back and visit us when you are married hello nice as hell much? yeah we’ll have a bloodwork party? she said no dishes or heavy lifting or cooking and to take it easy today. NO PROBLEM.

the couple that stays together, spikes together.

fil was so moved by the niceness of those ladies he said i want to go work with those nice ladies and joke around all day, it’s nice how a little nice goes a long way. uh i think we need to move away from the annex. fil gives a little blood and then he is on his period.

then he ate this. a fat chick walked by i said you are going to look like that by the end of the day if you don’t give me a bite, he said i don’t care.

a moth flew into his mouth yesterday when we were doing it
he didnt want to distract me from what i was doing down there
so he swallowed it
HA