i’m using fil’s laptop right now and after going through all of his history i looked at my blog and holy shit my pictures on his browser look FUGS! my nose looks like a kettle. feh. aimoo is over playing guitar hero right now with fil and she brought a huge goblet bottle of crown that one of her mom’s customers gave as an xmas gift holy fuck the diarrhea mouth is already forming EXCUSE ME I HAVE OPINIONS TO TELL ALL OF YOU we are going to ciao edie to see this chick lindi ortega, her inspirations are people like jeff buckley and other people i forget and fil is trying to tell me what she looks like has NO BEARING WHATSOEVER on his steadfast enthusiasm on seeing her for five dollars tonite OOOOOK.
yay it’s the lyrics to that raymi song by the sex cells
RAYMI
well i met, raymi, on the internet,
she was so cool, she was a gas, on the internet,
little fingers you dont, stray very far, a made up smile wont make, a difference to me, little lies in your eyes, gives you away, little fingers would you, scratch my face,
next day, shipping, a feelling,
order it now, pay with your heart, on the internet,
little fingers you dont, stray very far, a made up smile wont make, a difference to me, little lies in your eyes, gives you away, little fingers would you, scratch my face,
made up, make up, across her face, little, fingers, what have you done, made up, make up, across her face,
little fingers you dont, stray very far, a made up smile wont make, a difference to me, little lies in your eyes, gives you away, little fingers would you, scratch my face,
and this is what fil’s face looks like the VERY second he begins to lecture me about something/correct me/disagree with me and explain in long dramatic BORING detail why i am wrong
see how his eyebrows turn up in nerdish delight and the fact that he is in MEAN FIL (glasses) mode only helps prove my MEAN FIL case even more. peep his totally pursed lips just as they are about to part and snore words come out of his mouth AND he also has that crazed LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT SCIENCE look in his eyes.
i got him these for valentine’s day it’s ok he already knows but lives in this mythical state of MAYBE SHE IS LYING anyway you can live vicariously through my valentine’s day purchase cos you 1. can’t afford to buy anything and 2. don’t have a boyfriend to buy anything for
i will probably paint over the word BILBO what the fuck is that? i’m going to add more little drawings of things to it and paint them all in. when i am painting i think of emo things to write about, stories mainly, for example paperback writer was on itunes and i was thinking that that is how i communicate with my dead grandparents or my memories of them by listening to the beatles then i was like what is this right now the bell jar? the only way i could get away with writing shit like that would be as a fictional character in a book and then everyone falls in love with that character, emoisms and all OH I LOVE JODY SHE WEARS LONG BILLOWY DRESSES AND HANGS IN THE SHADE ON HOT SUMMER DAYS SHE IS WHIMSICAL AHHHHHH.
cos i’m losing weight FINALLY yesterday i decided oh i can go out with my face exactly as it looked when i woke up with all the make-up i fell asleep in including tomato sauce from the night before on my chin and scraggily rolled through a field down the longest hill ever on speed hair, all i had to do is wear my huge octogenarian yenta sunglasses and a fugly toque. bingo. i’m wearing the jacket fil got me two christmases ago from le chateau these days that i stopped wearing cos i thought it made me look like a sexless potato, it had this faux fur collar attachment that i took off so now it is a detective jacket anyway the point of this is you cannot go out looking like that in the fucking winter cos by the time you get home your face is penis red pink (ahaha) and your hair is crazy ugly looking and if you met up with one of your friends they would be all uh what is going on in your life these days? you can pull it off in EARLY spring on a cloudy day but you cannot get sweaty at all cos if you do your hair turns greasy and your carefree thrown together outfit looks scary.
hello cid
anyway i am enjoying dressing like a homeless man. i was waiting for fil at union station in the doorway upstairs and this homeless guy was eating a hotdog staring at the wall, he turned and gave me “the nod” and i gave it back to him. i think he could tell that i am one degree away from being full-blown crazy myself, maybe that’s why homeless people make me feel antsy, everyone else too.
i am finally adding little drawings to the canvas i painted last week, i hope i don’t fuck it up. it’s going to be a collection of various bullshit drawings, nobody famous, sorry kids.
OH i got some good eavesdroppings from last nite and here they are:
this chick was leaning on my jacket and chair talking to this dude behind me at the bar waiting to order drinks and she says SO I AM SUPPOSE TO HOOK UP WITH THIS GUY TOMORROW AND I SENT HIM AN EMAIL TODAY AND I CALLED HIM AND HE DIDN’T REPLY OR ANSWER and the kid says to her OH IS THIS THE FORTY YEAR OLD GUY? she says yes (clearly they are both age 19-21) and they both laugh and the kid/dude cockblocks saying WELL HE IS PROBABLY TOO BUSY WRITING HIS WILL.
cid kept looking at my new retard velour shirt like it was a friendly couch to sleep on so he is having a time out right now. i wasn’t sure if i’d keep the shirt it’s kind of like something nerds wore in preschool, i guess that’s what makes it “cool” anyway too late i took off the tag just now. this is the one i got, in navy, small.
last nite at the bar i was spacing out fil was in the john and these two cougs are like staring at me and smiling and i’m sort of ignoring them checking them with my peripheral vision and one goes HAD A TOUGH DAY? all sweet and i look at her and go WHO ME and then realise she is staring at this dude standing behind me and the entire bar erupts in laughter like we are all in on this funny joke so i say WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE A LOSER referring to my being in a daze sitting by myself, despite the joke already had passed, so the answer to my question was YES.
i bought the good the bad and the queen yesterday so far it is meh i’m glad i didn’t buy the $35 tickets, the show is at the koolhaus, that place makes me anxious and on top of that i would be even more anxious going into the pit of poseurs trying to get all these good pictures of damon albarn. not fun. the only way i would go back to koolhaus is if i had guestlist and/or i REALLY wanted to see whatever band was playing.
i told fil that we have to do it at least every other nite from now on whether we want to or not, for exercise. last nite in trying to get him to walk to the store for me to get me smokes i said OK YOU CAN CUM IN MY HAIR and he said he could do that anyway i said no not anymore you can’t from now on you need permission then i realised i was speaking really fucking loud to the whole bar.
Your quote today: People have told me, family even, that i just have to fucking deal with it that i am never going to be famous or whatever so i should just suck it up and do something else. i have a lot of anger still about that, a lot of fuck yous to be handed out in the future, basically.
I know the relate. Failing grade 8 and 9 once each. Quitting in grade 11 because I couldn’t stand school and lived in a fucked up house. Later, at 21 telling people that I was going to go back to school and get a degree or so….so many fucking naysayers gave me more fucking fuel than I needed. Years later after having recieved two degrees with honors and a great career out of the deal I see the fucks and laugh. Over all, I did it to prove something to myself. And no, university isn’t the be all end all…its just what I had to do for me.
woah good for you dude what do you do if you dont mind me asking yeah peoples stupid comments are great motivating factors and help push you to succeed they think theyre bringing you down and they are but mostly theyre helping you better yourself haha
Ironically, I’m a school teacher. Grade 6. I say ironically because I was a little bastard to the teachers when I was a student. Smoking lots of dope and partying all the time on weekends. Now I’m paying my dues. Its a good gig. Money’s decent. I work with good people. Plus, I get to play floor hockey with the kids at lunch to keep my arse in shape.
Another perk is that I have a wireless computer right here on my desk so when I get all my work done and the kids are working on something I get to read Raymitheminx for afternoon entertainment. Not too shabby.
holy fuck i go out for a few hours and come home to this and then i sent it to everyone on my gchat and they are all yeah we knew that an hour ago pfft.
how tragic depressing and disturbing. i had this funny little my day out post to write but i would feel like a cad if i did that now too bad it was cute.
FINE i bought a new shirt from american apparel and i asked the sales girl how it looked on me and if the colour was ok and she was like meh where are you going to wear it out just anywhere? and then i got in my head that she was imagining me wearing it somewhere cool and how stupid everyone thought i looked ok SEE how dumb that is compared to anna nicole smith’s death!?
