AND NOW AN EXAMPLE OF WHY I DO NOT SIGN INTO MY MSN 7.5 ANYMORE:

raymi says:
who is this

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
i am the ghost of a random add

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
by way of your blog

raymi says:
oh hi

raymi says:
let the ass kissing begin

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
that’s not the way it works

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
YOU are supposed to pay ME for my time reading it

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
fork over some money

raymi says:
sorry delusional

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
i’m predicting everything you say

raymi says:
then stop reading

raymi says:
what am i going to write later on today

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
are you asking that as a serious question?

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
because i’ll tell you what you SHOULD write

raymi says:
you said you are predicting what i write

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
yes i am, but that wasn’t my question now was it?

raymi says:
there was no fucking question i am not a fan of your attitude right now

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
my my, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

raymi says:
i dont know you and you are telling me i should pay you for reading my predictive blog you are nobody

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
i didn’t say your blog was predictable (because ‘predictive’ is not a word, by the by) i said what you’re saying in here is predictable

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
because i control everybody

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
even though they don’t know it

raymi says:
predictive text

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
sadly, you are one of the people i’ve been forced to predict

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
& i don’t like working with you

raymi says:
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/predictive

raymi says:
you are a piece of some very sad work

raymi says:
what next genius

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
turn that phrase around & apply it to you, my friend

raymi says:
YOU SAID PREDICTIVE IS NOT A WORD

raymi says:
you are obviously a young little boy

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
no need to yell

raymi says:
with no friends

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
keep your voice down

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
your neighbours are going to complain

raymi says:
yes there is reason to yell you don’t know what you are talking about

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
i feel SO bad for you. because it’s YOU who doesn’t know what their talking about.

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
please go cry in a corner now

raymi says:
they’re talking about

raymi says:
what do i not know what i am talking about

raymi says:
i can’t believe i am still talking to you

raymi says:
fuck

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
i ate some alphaghetti this morning, cook it up, eat it & it turns out to be about 10 years old

raymi says:
are you for fucking real

raymi says:
i mean i get that you are a loser but to what degree is unknown

Every morning looks like oatmeal says:
listen, i havea to go do some dxm, when i get back, i expect to have a serious conversation with you. because you are my friend.

raymi says: hahaa

i don’t think i ever posted this picture before on account of it being extremely embarrassing, that was during my asexual babysitter phase, two summers ago

we did the nasty last nite i didn’t think it was going to happen, i guess absentmindedly diddling fil’s fiddle during tv time on the couch had something to do with it, so after we finished impersonating the kid on little people, big world we hit the hay and no we do not make fun of the fact that he is a little person we make fun of how stupid spoiled and lazy he is and how he has a big mouth and braces and never closes his mouth and yes i know that big mouths can be akin to dwarfism whatever at least make an effort to close your fucking mouth, your mom and dad both little people don’t sit around with their mouths gaping open like that, anyway fil is really good at it.

i was going to give some doing it details but i’m all of sudden not in the mood.

oh at the coffee shop yesterday i overheard this kid talking to an older guy who works there about something nerdy probably anyway the funny part was when he said BUT DON’T POST IT ON WIKIPEDIA COS PEOPLE CAN CHANGE IT then he saw me looking at him and he made his voice all hushed and conspiratorial, i love it when dudes are talking computers and they look at me like i don’t know anything then i join in on the conversation and correct everything they said 50/50 they die of boners on the spot or they get extremely defensive and competitive and repeat everything i said but re-word it then i’m like we are arguing the same side of the fence the only difference is you will never get a girlfriend bye.

one time at a walk-in clinic (i was there cos i was paranoid i had a tape worm or some kind of parasite from mexico i’m the best) and this dude about my age maybe younger anyway super tool wearing a death metal shirt super skinny bad hair very insecure and there is this lady waiting and they strike up a conversation i gather they know each other you can tell this lady has a babe daughter and is only pity-talking this guy and then he starts talking to her about messageboards and perl script and basic html shit and he can see me watching and listening and he gets this I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT TECHNOLOGY bravery to his speak meanwhile he isn’t telling the lady anything she couldn’t just find on google herself and she is egging him on by saying wow you’re so “knowledgeable” and “technologically advanced” and i am by this point openly shaking my head at him and he is probably thinking this hot girl is just stupid and doesn’t know anything about computers typical GIRLS i don’t get a chance to say anything cos soon enough i was called away but before that the kid stops nerd talking a bit and casually asks about this daughter of the lady’s what’s she up to this summer hoping for an in and the lady goes OH WELL SHE’S IN CUBA WITH HER FRIENDS.

B!U!R!N!

he was being all pious like computers will save me and are fun and neat and all that and then was TOTALLY deflated after she said that her daughter was in cuba with friends. ha.

we went to oakville this afternoon, fil had a dentist appointment i killed time at second cup had a coffee and a humous wrap i miss oakville i love it especially when it is covered in snow it reminds me of living in maine except ten times more beautiful, i would like to buy a home there maybe one day or one in wychwood. we drove past my dad’s/grandma’s house and there is a zoning sign on the lawn it is only a matter of time until it is bulldozed and turned into a modern monster home. everytime we go to oakville i make fil drive by and then i get really sad.

then we stopped over at martin’s for some beers and catch up he bought a historical house and he is flipping it, it’s really sweet. his girlfriend’s dog and cat are adorable. martin gave fil a bunch of old beers that he’s had for a couple years for some reason fil is into drinking ancient beer he said you get an extra drunk-high from them i didn’t really understand that anyway i am sipping one now and it is gross.

on the highway we got stopped behind this huge rig that wiped out and was facing backwards i don’t think anyone was hurt it’s a minfuck to be on the highway and see a backwards truck in front of you.

ok leaf game bye

so we went to bayview village to that source store that is closing forever and there weren’t any digital cameras THANKS FOR THE TIP. ha. then we went to henry’s and i ordered a new battery for my pentax, seeing the newer ones with 8 megapixels that are even smaller than my pentax and its whopping 3.34 megapixels i felt, lame, obsolete. anyway i will just use it until the newest pentax comes out. fil was looking at the digital SLRs or whatever i can’t believe my pentax three years ago was $900 fuck.

fil’s camera that i broke is beyond repair he took it apart again and the pieces are all over the bathroom.

LISTEN TO THIS VOICEMAIL!! when answering machine messages go bad

here are a list of nationalities that i am not but people have once asked if i am in no particular order:

polish
ukranian
jewish
russian
egyptian
arabic
serbian
croatian
german
italian
czech
latvian

basically every one that ends with an ian.

phew i was tired of holding that in.

so we didn’t go to fil’s work party because “i was sick”

more like i couldn’t find my shimmer bronze powder that cid smacked away somewhere and i felt like fil wasn’t helping enough to find it so we got in a fight and i went to eat sashimi by myself and read my howard hughes book then came home watched the game and snl and went to bed the end. that sashimi was incredible and there were four other girls all sitting by themselves at the restaurant too, funny.

cid owes me six dollars i need that bronze powder to not look like a fucking ghost cos when a flash hits me i am just lips and nostrils not cool.

we are going to go get a camera today.

fil did however find the headband i bought over the summer so now i am lips and a headband.

how much does hair weigh specifically my hair? 1 pound, 2 maybe? i need to know.

who gives a shit about the oscars tonite? i don’t but i will watch them anyway.

oh boy you are in for a treat:

i sing my brightest diamond part 1

part 2 whimsical my brightest diamond singing adventure

this morning fil and i laid in bed looking at the ceiling then i said

POTATO SKINS TONS OF CHEESE AND SOUR CREAM BACON GREEN ONIONS

to which fil went mmmmmmmmmmmm and said

FILET MIGNON WRAPPED IN BACON ON PORTOBELLO ON MASHED POTATOES AU JUS

then did a disgusting lip smacking mmm mouth watering noise then said

POUTINE

then i said

FAJITAS IN A RESTAURANT THAT SIZZLING CHICKEN ONIONS PEPPERS SMELL

EGGS BENEDICT WITH TONS OF HOLLANDAISE SAUCE

PHILLY CHEASE STEAK AND FOR DESSERT A CHICKEN SHWARMA FROM AGABI

then we talked about mcdonald’s for ten minutes until we couldn’t take it anymore and i nuked some microwave butter chickens, i only ate my chicken and gave fil my rice adding it to his butter chicken and it looked ridiculous how much food it actually was. they’re the president’s choice light menu things totally low in fat totally delicious.

tonite is fil’s work xmas party, they have it in february cos i dunno people go away i am excited cos my hair is longer this year and i am not a heffer. last year i saw a couple escort looking chicks in long cheesy game show spangly gowns i hope they are there today. i am not allowed to give out my blog address or tell any personal stories about fil no problem you’d think people would be tired of fil stories by now i will regale them with how lazy and ignorant i am. oh when fil says we have to leave then that means we have to leave. last year i cried at the table cos he wouldn’t dance with me but also cos all these old couples were cutting a rug and i was sad cos i never have boyfriends who dance. i was also pretty cut. i’m going to dress like a total teenager, fil doesn’t care.