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:

flea market montgomery

i have a new invention idea it probably already exists but is nowhere near mainstream though it should be i am telling you the idea cos i don’t care if you steal it i just want it to come to fruition.

REFLECTIVE TOILET BOWLS.

why because when you are doing a number 2 and right before you black out from all that pushing you take a little sitting there break so the stars fade from your eyes and then you can’t tell if there is a uh ahem *something* attached to yer star-hole so you go to wipe and then SMEAR buuut if the bowl was reflective you could just look and be all oh i have to wiggle this off and THEN i can wipe. messy wiping SUCKS it takes forevs while all your friends are drinking and waiting. sometimes you can look at the reflection of yer ass and groin area if the lighting in the john is decent the water is reflective enough but most times this is not the case and you forget to look anyway BUT if the bowl had an obvious mirror-thing going on it would just be a DUH thing to do.

i’m not trying to be disgusting even though i am i am just trying to help. you know when you are hanging with new peeps and there might be a dude or chick mackin’ on your date but you have to deuce and then you are crapping and wiping forever picturing everyone having fun making out without you? a reflective toilet bowl would rectify that asap. or you could just have magical sensitive ass cheeks that can tell if there is something hanging there.

anyway.