some guy paid the pants 100 dollars to watch him jerk off and here is the funny comment i said about that (i’m funny remember don’t forget)

i have to talk to fil i think i am getting ripped off.
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oh i also said who cares about school cos you have a hot body.

you guys would tell me right if i was being that guy at the party who is a creepy perv and follows you around everywhere basically one million per cent of my blog readers.

raymi, the blog arena is a fucking disaster. people think they are engaged in social interaction… but it is just bullshit. fuck this social paradigm. get out while you can.

and sure i could just accept the fact that it exists and deal with it like any cool/casual person would.
that is not what is happening here.

imposition is part of everything. -keith

i couldnt tell if yer comment was dissing me or not (in your comment on my blog) -raymi

nah, it wasn’t dissing you.

i happen to think that you must be an interesting person based on the evidence. but even if i was dissing you… who gives a shit?

in the name of being an affable chap i will explain in a less rant-like way what i was saying. (i am just going to assume that you care)

i don’t understand why people idolize other people… which is what many people seem to do with you… you are able to articulate the things they think in their fucked up little under-powered angst brains and they dig you for it… i believe that someone looking at you and thinking that you “get it” is just a complete misunderstanding of existence on their part… there is nothing to get… talented people are just recognizing elements of their situation and improvising interesting things… any number of people can be said to “get it” just because they are perceptive… there is nothing that a perceptive person is actually getting… they are just improvising using their wit. (i don’t claim to know anything about you in your actual life… this is all stemming from what i have observed in this fetid-shit realm of blog-world) so some people, as you were saying, want to be on the inside of the abrasive shell that you put up… and making a comment along those lines or expres
sing that interest makes them lame, unless you were some tortured guy that had been in jail and some hot gentle chick fell in love with you and dropped the “let me in line”… but that is not what is going on here… if people say shit like that it is lame. if they want to be on the inside then they should be clutch and honest enough to get on the inside and if they can’t do that then they should shut the fuck up and spend time with less interesting people that they can handle.

the only thing that could be construed as me making fun of you was saying that responding to insecure -pussy-people’s critiques of your way of being was a pussy move in itself. but moves like that are unavoidable… we are all insecure on certain levels…

and to highlight the complementary aspect… i meant to point out that you seem to have a natural edge on people and that the criticism that you recieve probably stems from them sensing that they are inferior.

and in a related area of thought

i fucking hate emails and i hate blogs because the disjointed dialectics that this medium breeds just don’t work in the way that i want my interactions to work… there are always problems with interpretation and tone and all sorts of bullshit that isn’t nearly as much of a problem in the face-to-face.

but now this, like the ambiguous comment, is getting up to the length of chore-reading.

-Keith

you ask a question and answer it in the same sentence

im manic and what i put on my blog is just an exercise and not me being pussy
it’s material dude
and i rarely do the emo interpretation posts like i use to so when i DO do em they stand out and seem juvenile i suppose
no one has ever said let me in to me
writing that on my blog was the first time i have ever said/written it
i think i was trying to puff myself up perhaps
but all those conversations did happen
and i dont have a wall up it’s just the way i have always been
insecurity and above itness and boredom
i also can be very shy and people forget that so they take me as being snobby and all that other shit bla bla i don’t take myself as being complex, pretty straight forward but if other people want to see me as a mystery that’s nice
makes for good movie material
bye -raymi

ALSO ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE POSTS

thora birch as boner. probably one of my greater posts i don’t think i can top it well maybe if i wrote about ants with gigantic dicks or something i am drunk still can you tell?

oh yeah fil also had a HERO OF THE WORLD moment last nite.

we were leaving the dance cave (there only cos it’s attached to lee’s which is where the show was) roxanne was with us too btw and she touches this dude’s afro who is smooching with some girl in a booth and then i of course had to touch his hair too and fil got super drunk jealous and we fought about it all the way to the tap and then the dude who punched me after i kicked him after he called me a cunt was spare-changing the street and half-way through my getting out of trouble for squeezing some kid’s afro speech i said THAT’S THE GUY WHO PUNCHED ME BY THE WAY and then fil turned into hulk and followed the guy like stalked him leaving me and roxanne smoking outside of the tap and he gets as far as lee’s palace and we can’t make him out anymore cos of all the people on the sidewalk and drunk blindedness so we run after him and he’s outside that tattoo place giving this crackhead a lecture and the crackhead has zero recollection of it even happening he also looks a little bit afraid and i feel bad for him but still feel obligated to tell him what happened and bla bla he apologized and fil said it was because he knew that fil was about to kick his ass pfffft. fil pointed at me and said THAT’S A GIRL.

he even did the DON’T APOLOGIZE TO ME APOLOGIZE TO HER thing. ahah.

i almost said to the guy hey your hair got a little longer but stopped myself.

yay fil defender of the world.

ga blaaah fil couldn’t sleep anymore so he woke me up i know it’s one in the afternoon but hello last nite was friday which means i only went to bed 9 hours ago (4amish) ok i know that sounds uh lazy of me but anyway he woke me up by watching some show about ghosts and he doesn’t even believe in that shit. i fell asleep in the spins position and this asshole wakes me up to people’s re-enacted ghost experiences. the swear word for what i am feeling right now has not been invented yet.

the moral of the story is people who believe in ghosts are stupid.

it’s funny when someone is telling you about some time when they were in a haunted house or something and they go on and on and you have to listen like you give a shit/believe them. HEY DUDE AWESOME CAN YOU TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOUR DREAMS NEXT AND FOLLOW IT UP WITH PICTURES OF YOUR BABIES!?

myyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeead huuuuuuurts.

Lee’s Palace Friday October 13: Toronto Indie Rock CD Release
‘DIABLEROS’ @ 12:00, ‘Uncut’ @ 11:00, and ‘Sylvie’ @ 10:00. $10.00 at the door.

this is what we are doing tonite. i have changed my outfit a hundred times. i do not know how to pronounce diableros no matter how many times fil corrects me my marbles are lost. lindsay lohan dropped me from her myspace friends list so in homage to that my next masterpiece will be a drawing of her vagina.

oh look it’s me lamenting la lohan.

here is your weekend homework assignment find a blogger with a 75 degree nose like mine, straight as an arrow, with no bumps and super duper long. GOOD LUCK.

ok so i’m a savant right which means i ask questions like PAUL NEWMAN BROKE INTO ACTING COS OF HIS SALAD DRESSING? yep.

sabbyc: i was at a bar last night

me: oh yeah

sabbyc: and some faggot from google was there

me: woah

sabbyc: and he was like BLAH BLAH BLAH I WORK AT GOOGLE
and i was PLASTERED

me: nice

sabbyc: and he kept grabbing my ass
and my friend went to beat him up

me: ha

sabbyc: and i was like HEY I AM FAMOUS ON THE INTERNET BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID COMPANY
and then he started freaking out
and wanted to know my blog

me: HAHA
did u tell him mine!?!?

sabbyc: and i wouldnt tell him

me: i hope u did

sabbyc: i did

me: no way

sabbyc: i kept saying I KNOW RAYMI

me: does he know who raymi is

sabbyc: no, he didnt know who any of us were
he was a techie with tiny hands and a rolex
and i kept making fun of his rolex
and he kept trying to sit next to me
and my sister would make me get up and change places
so he could not

me: if it made ticking sounds then it was a fake

sabbyc: hahaha

me: your 6 year old sister?
aha

sabbyc: no, i have a bunch of sisters

me: i was kidding

sabbyc: sometimes, i can get her into bars though
the lil one

me: thats wicked
ok so what is the moral of the google story

sabbyc: that i know where the google people in los angeles hang out
and i am going to keep going there and torturing them
and writing about it

me: nice
go there for halloween dressed as google

sabbyc: hahaha

me: which is various search items

sabbyc: i could write google really big on my titties
and be like I AM A MARKETING SCHEME

me: like fucking sucking butt plugs

sabbyc: hahaha

me: nice
ew

sabbyc: hah

me: hang on i am blogging this and linking u
i hope that guy googles me

sabbyc: hahaha

me: and reads it

sabbyc: he was a pig though

me: i bet

sabbyc: because he ran up behind me and was feeling up my ass
i bet his penis is not even there
he is probably like a ken doll

me: he may work there but i am prolly more famous than he is on google

sabbyc: no shit

me: what did he look like

sabbyc: he was really blonde and his name was mike and his friend’s name was andrew
and they were super proud to be working at google

me: did he drive a ferrari

sabbyc: i dunno
he wanted to come with me and my sister was like WE WILL KNIFE YOU
but they were at a bar in santa monica

me: is santa monica tacky?

sabbyc: no
it is yuppiesville

me: oh

sabbyc: whenever everyone is poor
and we have to drink
we go there

me: good one

sabbyc: and we get some google type fool to pick up our tab
yea
he bought like 23984324324 drinks
and my sister would throw my drinks on the floor
and make him buy me more