yesterday peggy suicide gave me a bunch of free shit! her cast away clothes i mean like a hundred dresses i am the best! thanks peg. we ate at korean bbq and i dropped my bowl of rice and it landed in a perfect bowl shaped shape on the floor and bbq dude comes over and scoops it up with his bare fucking hand.

themself themself themselllllf

then me and fil got in a fight

raymi: will you help me move the fridge (cos i dropped my new mushroom fridge magnet under it)

fil: NO

raymi: why are you so stern with me

fil: SEE YOU SNAPPED! (points finger in face)

raymi: YEH cos you denied me you snapped then of course i snap

fil: i expect an apology

raymi: pffffft

fil: i am going for a walk

raymi: don’t speak to me when you’re hungry ever again

fil goes to lcbo purchases disgusting red vermouth

raymi goes to indigo and buys THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

they reunite

after fifteen minutes of universal silent treatment and raymi spying fil thru the reflection of the livingroom glass door while reading her new book on the couch, fil making himself some booze drink despite him saying previously that evening it should be sober nite – raymi stands in the doorway to the bedroom, hands on hips,

raymi: so you caved and bought booze

fil: how would you decipher that

raymi: i saw you in the reflection of the window

fil grins

raymi: do you have anything to say to me? (hands still on hips)

fil: do you have anything to say to me?

fight pt. II ensues, neither apologizes, zero solution is reached, but both give in. raymi insults fil’s vermouth, mixes herself some with coke. says it’s meant to go with vodka and an olive. fil is insulted.

they read then cuddle then sleep.

you know in the movie ghost how whoopie is all HEY DEMI MOORE I KNOW TEN MILLION SECRETS ABOUT SAM THAT ONLY HE COULD TELL ME AND OBVS. YOU DIDN’T SO THEREFORE HIS GHOST IS TELLING ME

and then demi is all

GO AWAY I’M SCARED OF YOUR CRAZY LIES

and then whoopie’s all YOU ARE IN DANGER

i fell asleep around this part but i saw it at the drive-in when it came out

anyway if someone came up to me and said all this crap about my dead husband i don’t care if you are a giraffe with a bleeding erection I AM LETTING YOU INSIDE TO TELL ME MORE!

thank you.

trying to figure out why i am most angry today, who i hate the most, you know how it goes.

it’s gonna be a hot one. maybe today i will walk further than four blocks, maybe. i need to get my bike fixed/get a new one.

oh wait paige and i were suppose to hang today.

the internet is kind of fuckied and so is blogger.

yesterday pitt and outlaw came over for a little visit, they are funny together. he’s all bla bla and she’s all he never stops talking. cute.

my new rule for friends of mine who don’t hang out with me is they get banned from my comments.

fil pointed out yesterday that i have a hairy ass, as in, butt crack. feh.

i forgot to tell you about the woman who tried to bud in front of me for a change room at h&m and how i snapified NO YOU CAN’T DO THAT SORRY THOSE ARE THE RULES.

then i said to the changeroom girl that i was “just about to snap there” as she was seeing me to my room. then i spent 20 minutes trying on ten items when the chick who wanted to bud only had a pair of pants.

she had already been in the dressing room but left to get another size of pants but put all her clothes on and vacated a room therefore her room is null and void. i’m sure one of you suckers would have let her use it NOT ME DUDE.

if someone says bla bla bla don’t you want good karma bla bla i will kill you by way of kicking a hacky sack into your dirty hippie face.