this is the best blog post story

i am about to embark on a magical blogging adventure i am going to meet someone who is a fan of my blog and i will probably eat a sandwich in front of her. which sandwich i dunno, it might even be soup. i don’t think she blogs but she has a myspace. i hope she brings me a present i like presents.

with my bay gift certificate i got a non-stick stir fry pan cos i am an adult now when we went to try and pay for it we went to a desk that looked like a cashier booth and a scraggily lady said THIS NOT A CHECK OUT in a major bitchy voice, she had bitchy hair too and a bitchy face and a bitchy sweater, she was not nice or helpful she did not offer directions to A CHECKOUT so as we walked away i said very loudly WHAT A BITCH i know she heard me. fil then disagreed saying he didn’t think she was bitchy. uh WRONG. then i got in a mini-fight with fil about how i was right. do i need to write another essay post about how only women are capable of detecting CUNTdar and guys are basically blind deaf and dumb to it?

what do you think do you think that woman was a bitch? i was even nice in asking if we could pay there i was JOLLY and polite and i even let my handsome dashing boyfriend walk two steps ahead of me as buffer/offering but she STILL gave a mean toned answer.

I AM RIGHT!!!!

ps i didn’t get new shoes cos the bay only carries ornery unstylish crotchety shit.

can you imagine two raymis? probably more affective than a bo staff, yeesh even my head hurts thinking about it.

last nite we rented idiocracy it has a hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy feel to it, which is good. stoner-type movie, very dumb parts totally intentional. rent it cos no one else is there are 5 copies maybe more at queen video and no one’s taking them, their loss.

speaking of queen, the other day one of the chick’s there gave me major ‘tude cos i was on the fone with samir and just getting off and she’s all CAN I HELP WHO IS NEXT and i put on my breezy-tone all chirpy, she’s still being a bitch anyway, she gave me a dollar extra in change and even though she did not deserve getting it back i said uh wasn’t this suppose to be 3.75? and she goes YES still giving attitude i go well you gave me 4.75 here and give her the loonie and then she gets all OH OH OH thank you all of a sudden she is nice and you can tell she is embarrassed cos i busted her on her bitchy while i came out the hero, the BIGGER. she cashed us last nite too and fil made a little joke and neither of us laughed at it. when we got out fil sid uh neither of you laughed at my “NOOOOOO” when she said we had a late-fee then i said well it’s cos she has no fucking soul.

you’d think she would let the late-fee go seeing as i gave her that dollar back.

i think those movie peeps pocket a dollar for every late fee turned in. i fucking would!

this came in the mail. i think someone is trying to tell me something.

i have to write a scathing email to some fuck who reviewed the newest badly drawn boy album, i bought it on sunday and before i could listen to it i had to run back to the closing music store banged on the gate to let me in to give me back the $7+ bucks they overcharged (the reduced price sticker was on the back) and it was still pretty expensive anyway i run back to the car pop it in and it is pure fucking crap, i may as well have purchased a lullabye cd. ungh. i got fil to read the review and he said well actually this review is pretty bad and i snapped WELL IT WORKED ON ME NOT MY FAULT. compared to all the other reviews it seemed the best.

i hate my life.

if there are any hardcore BDB fans lemme know you can buy it off me. it isn’t complete shit there is some good to it it’s just not what i had expected is all.

**re-read this amazing review on laist!

my mom’s blog was accidentally deleted after many emails and fone calls of her hysterical devastation we started her a new one please go over there and explain in her comments that it is not the end of the world and her hits will come back and bla bla as i can no longer deal i feel like i have ten ulcers and i want to jump through a fucking window, explain that just cos her url is no longer raymismom.blogspot.com it doesn’t mean she can’t still mooch off what i have created and then explain to her how unprofessional this makes me look she has this thing where when i talk she can’t hear me what’s it called oh yeah selective hearing.

raymi’s mom BLOG

more nyc batch 5?

we went to see miss potter last nite i managed to get fil to see it instead of an explosions movie but i think he secretly really wanted to see it. it is the most beautifully touching darling magical film ever it is certainly going to be a classic i mean it and of course growing up with every single beatrix potter book (me) just makes it all the more sweeter. they portray beatrix potter as being a bit mad, a bit delusional, though when you’re a loner and ridiculously creative and imaginative who wouldn’t be? sigh i could see it again i am sighing because i am in character right now.

there are a lot of funny bits and a few sad ones, you will hate her mother, no matter how big and famous and rich beatrix became the mother seemed to be the only one who didn’t take note of it. f her.

i just told off this chick who buzzed my door 4 times and then banged on it a lot i shut cid in the bathroom and then answered the door in my towel with one also on my head and said CAN YOU NOT SOLICIT IN MY BUILDING AND STOP BUZZING MY DOOR then i slammed the door in her face and locked it loudly. two other people were working our floor and all the old people were out getting swindled over with a toronto star “promotion” – people are not fucking allowed in our building. i have half a mind to call the super right now and rat them out.

if the door is not answered after the second ring then FUCK OFF. she’s all hi would you.. i’m all GRAA ARRR RAAAAAA FAAAAH ARRRRG AHHHH! i also wasn’t wearing any make-up and cos i have bags under my eyes the size of moon pies and they are red and blue and purple i know i looked crazy it’s just as well crazy people do not have subscriptions to newspapers, they have ONE COPY of a newspaper from last summer that they consult for secret messages.

also, don’t try and talk to me when all i eat are left over vodka olives when i only ate two all day long you are pretty much green flagging me to throw lawn chairs into your pool.

this blog from now on is only about spying on my neighbours and my opinions about spying on my neighbours, i hope you like it.

here is a picture of me my mom and nana when i was in my GHOST GOTH SMOKING A LOT OF POT days:

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