bob dylan’s when the deal goes down
starring scarlett johansson with a nice stalky vibe to it can i kill myself now?
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i am not allowed to post videos or pictures of cid humping the bear jeff mailed back to me which is a shame cos he’s onto round 10 of air-humping now, seriously cid ENOUGH.
who wants a vhs copy of dude where’s my car? you have to give me something for it like uh a present.
fuckin’ calgary.
me update
i dyed my hair dark brown this is what it looks like when i wake up also my eyes are very tiny and slitty in the morning and extra more tiny w/o a yard of mascara crumbed all around them
i went to the burbs to visit my dad and also fil got a haircut and bumped into a few people i know and one was like OOOH YOU CAME TO TOWN JUST COS FIL IS GETTING HIS HAIRCUT? i’m like NO MY GRANDMA JUST FUCKING DIED AND I AM VISITTING MY DAD WHO IS HAVING A TOUGH TIME DEALING WITH IT.
then they showed off their polished wedding bands. i felt like saying actually me and fil have been dating two years now, we are best friends and are pretty much inseparable where the fuck is your husband? but i didn’t and i didn’t even say the my grandma just died line i only said it to you guys cos i want you to think i can think quickly on my feet like that, but i DID say i was hanging with my dad. ungh.
we went to a different bar and me and dad and his childhood friend played a few songs it was good everyone was like YOU ARE AWESOME i was like I KNOW then my dad and this guy got in a beatles fight and it was cool cos his childhood friend was there to back up my dad and i said dad this is you x2 you know beatles war? then i told the other guy that they were arguing the same side of the fucking fence they just didn’t know it.
oh yeah i picked up two boxes full of shit i haven’t seen in four years that jeff mailed from new hampshire cos his mom was going to throw it out so i may be selling a few things that smell like a cottage.
that’s all i can think of for now bye.
a year ago today, yesterday
Dear Raymi,
I’ve been reading your blog for only a few weeks, and I haven’t left you any comments, but I felt compelled to write you for no good reason. I was visiting a friend one weekend and she got weird and started checking blogs when she was tired of listening to me, so I was like “What the hell?” And when she stopped responding to me altogether, I pretended to take an interest in what she was looking at.
I asked her a few vague questions and she said “This is Raymi. She gets like a million hits a day, but her boyfriend’s hot and she reminds me of you.” So. Someone is like me out there?
Naturally I started semi-stalking you- at first to see what my friend thought of me. Later desperately seeking something we have in common. And still later, I’m just kind of addicted to reading about… well… I guess nothing really?
I think what finally drove me to write you is to say that no, we’re not really alike. Or, at least, aside from carrying on functioning relationships while also being awesome at drinking, we don’t have a whole lot in common (from what one can tell through a blog anyway.) But I wanted to let you know that I love your writing style, because a lot of the time I feel like it’s how I think.
And I also wanted to say that I think you must be a really special person if in your daily thoughts on the world, it’s so obvious exactly how sweet and thoughtful you are.
I guess, I just wish that I knew more people like you in my actual life. Because I kinda think we could be friends.
I hope you’re having a good day!
-Molly
