look what jared made me. custom too. ask him to do one for you, say i sent you and don’t be a cheapskate either. it’s also his birthday tomorrow.

three seconds after i wrote that yesterday was a 1 my friend sarah called and came over and we got booze and the day turned into an 8 thought you might like to know that. days i wake up early tend to be melodramatic cos i’m all there are too many hours and not enough macaroni to glue to craft paper type shit anyway today is better cos i slept in and cid licked my hand for twenty minutes.

when is raymi appreciation day?

resonance

DEAR EVERYONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THIS EVEN MEANS:

Raymi,

Karen Steele
Program Director – 99.9 MIX FM
2 St.Clair Avenue West, 2nd Floor
Toronto, Ontario
M4V 1L6

does she mean that if i was a listener then i wouldn’t be insulted or making comments therefore it’s ok to have a carney segment also justifying her non-response? wait wait because she is sherlock holmes she figured i am not a listener like HAHA you are a FAKE i have dodged your sneaky email plan muahaha?

wtf.

so far today is scoring less than 1

i am removing myself from the computer and the internet

at least i have been able to write my story more

here i come wine

i can’t think or dream big anymore i can’t think of anything i would want to do with money if i got more of it, i don’t think in terms of yachts and three piece suits and other shit i think in terms of fuck i don’t even know, i think in twenty dollar increments and if i were to be a millionaire i would be the poorest millionaire there was.

still i’m pretty greedy though.

i just picture myself as crummy and pathetic and thoughtless and destitute, even when i have money i picture it being gone, taken away, i don’t deserve it. i see myself sitting on a stack of influential books and i’m the only one who doesn’t get them and my tea is luke-cold the rent is overdue there’s a draft and my hair is scraggily and yet i can write these little stories i dunno.

i probably won’t have kids either.

nobody called me yesterday, my fone didn’t ring at all i want to throw it in the garbage.

nelson is a spaceman

to clear up any and all confusion, here is someone you ARE ALLOWED to make fun of but not to their face. in your head you quietly itemize all the things that are wrong with them and then say them to your boyfriend then write it all down on your blog.

ok.

this guy, green room patio, sunday, and this is what he was wearing:

-hawaiian style shirt except instead of flowers there were 1×1 inch square pin-up nudes, sounds fun and funny but so isn’t

-tevas

-tapered black jeany/dressy pinstripe pants

-napoleon dynamite glasses but NOT for irony

alright and here are all the things that he did wrong:

-crossed and re-crossed his legs at the knee infinity times with them sticknig out in the aisle where the waitress had to wait for him to move his legs everytime she went by

-drank red wine and smelled each glass and swilled it around like it was very expensive and not the regular red that always makes me crap my pants

-quoted seinfeld incorrectly

-leaned over a lot to his friends at the other table instead of SITTING WITH THEM

-slapped the waitress on the arm as she was walking by and said CAN YOU GET ME ANOTHER GLASS OF RED, didn’t say please

-his friends were hitting each other and rough-housing forEVER i mean slapping each other in the face and one was a GIRL and she was taking it pretty hard this was all behind fil’s back so he didn’t see how bad it actually looked

-he and his friends kept doing that guido/gangsta snapsnapsnap thing with their fingers to let the other know that what they said was very hilarious

-one skinny dude of the lot kept place-dropping “I FINALLY BOUGHT A GAMEBOY WHEN I WAS 14 IN AFRICA AND I BEAT MARIO ON THE PLANE TO THAILAND….”

-winelor disappeared leaving his final glass unattended for over twenty minutes

-bummed cigarettes from everyone around him

sigh.

i hope i see him again. i was hoping he would ask me for a smoke just so i could tell him how irritating i found him to be because YES my life is that fulfilled.