ehm sorry for the holes in your lawn from my heels.
last nite was fuuuuun. i took an hour-long piss behind a tree by the side of the road and people were walking up to us and im like come on finish already, took a little break in the pushing of urine and a big sigh and then more and more comes out. like i think i ordered the piss that takes forever.
katherine was wasted and we walked around trying to find a girl for her to beat up and me to stand there going what what who you messin’ with now punk.
nah. everyone knows raymi isn’t a fighter. well maybe. i don’t boast to be something i’m not. i just boast. period. i try and humiliate the opponent, destroy their confidence a little and think maybe they won’t slap me, yet at least.
this girl flipped a chair over kuz she thought i was gonna sit in it. how funny is that. flattering actually. i’m sorry your girl came in the room wanting blow and asked if she owed anything, asked me, like it’s my fucking blow wtf? and im like ya just show me your boobs. so testosterone tuesday flips the chair. she also elbowed schrader in the jaw knocking his glasses off and then shauna got hit in the mouth by accident because she was standing beside schrader and she starts crying but chair flipper was like at least it wasn’t your tooth like that makes everything better. i just looked at katherine like why isn’t schrader going mental? but i know now.
anyway, being the party slut rules but then everyone keeps coming up to you expecting to see your tits, dude my back was turned the other way i swear.
i left my ‘kini at kat’s, we were going to tub it but it didn’t happen. again. one day maybe we’ll get it right. angelo’s ex girl gave me some bad looks. glad i didn’t know it at the time. i think i was too busy calling everyone a douchebag and pretendingto like their purses.
one little girl walked around being all straight-edge. that is just annoying. i think it’s cool that you believe in something enough to take a stand and be all i am not going to do drugs and booze until my eyes explode out of their sockets but man, it’s pretty fucking obvious you’re straight-edge kuz your parents are nazis and will hit you with a broom and take away that LV purse and you wear braces but you’re cute so i’m sorry i’m saying mean things. is it also a coincidence that straight-edge girls dress like avril lavigne?
i’m not going to drink for awhile i think. maybe three hours. heh. no i feel alcohol fatness rearing its head, undoing all the pretend sit-ups i do. and that’s gay.
so it’s another kegger tonite. im wearing slut boots and fishnets, hizzah! it’s down the street so i can just saunter over which is good kuz i was gettin’ tired of hitchin’ all the time. i’m pretty hung feeling still so if i tie one on i’ll end up punching a window.
we ate like mental and now i have garlic farts to the extreme. i’m wearing a turtleneck and i am sweating bananas. i’m probably going to put that fake tanner shit all over ma-self tomorrow, im turning white again. my pussy is leaking semen and my fishnets are under my underpants, superman style. i’m a fucking loser.
my dad is ripping me about my boots right now. he says ms. cher boots could those things be pointy enough. yesterday i said he had many points about a lot of things but mainly at the top of his head. and then he went back to mowing the lawn. that’s how our family talks/arguments are, heavy ones i mean, you say a bunch of crap to each other and then someone says something light and dumb, suppose to be funny, and then the discussion is closed.
he won’t let me mow the lawn because i will probably run over the cord or stick my fingers in there when it is on. he has to do it a specific way, straight fucking lines back and forth. boring. if i did the lawn it would be WICKED! i’d be all going in circles like a spiral until i go round and round to the middle where i am stuck and then i have to stay there ’til everything grows back or glinda shows up and is like just go backwards on the green grass clipping road, you stupid girl. you had the power within you all along. and i’m all you are ugly.
and like i use to cut the grass all the fucking time when i worked at the hardware store and that grass was slanted on a hill like major slope going on there. at least i got to use a gas mower. i’d run over pieces of metal and big rocks and all kinds of junk it was so fun. i wore my smock and people would honk at me a lot. i felt like such a nerd. i am such a nerd.
everyone was on e at the second no third party yesterday. kelly wanted me to do one. fuck i would have but i’m really not a fan of my shoulders clenching up so tight they touch my ears and my spine gets all pointy curved. i’m like that all the time without designer pills. well wait what? nevermind. i was fucking brutal with my dad too talking to him like all condescending and facetious only shawn noticed though. hey man all ya need to reach is one person, you know? so i called natalie by the wrong name and she was pretty insulted, sorry nat. i slapped jamie-jonathan-taylor-thomas pretty fucking hard and he liked it but everytime after that connecting properly wasn’t happening. i was like ill slap you really hard i know exactly where to hit you and you will feel good and hes bring it on and then i fucking hit him, hard. i got pictures of his dogs doing eachother and they’re both boy dogs. gay dogs are the best.
katie drove around, high-heeled in the hummer.
my head is curling over into my laptop.
it was that ashley girl what looks like a barbie’s birthday.
drinking vodka sloop with this berry sprite.
sorry wally suede jacket.
kelly’s pants were awesome. whut up.
i ate all their purple onions and feta.
i walked diagonally and fell into people. that keeps happening. one of these day’s someone is going to just shove me down the stairs or out the glass window where you smoke in a mosh pit at the bar schrader is banned from.
hmm lets see how many people are banned like all over town.
i strictly hang out with girls who look like uma thurman now.
or girls with dark hair. whichever. or any girl who will talk to me without dirty looks on their face at the same time.
folding hot laundry KICKS!
shawn and neice are coming over. neice KICKS! shawn KICKS!
angelo tole me that i actually killed the bird. it fell but it was still alive. good thing i wasn’t looking at it or nothing what am i saying there is no good thing about that.
i cleaned house like a maniac. i have laundry fluffing around in circles in the dryer and soppy clothes waiting in the washer. i did all the dishes and i windexed everything and sprayed air neutralizer that smells like pot pourri (sorry weird word that is pronounced nothing like it is spelled except for the puh part.) i see pot as in pawt poh-ree not po poree popo reeeeeeeeeeee.
when i wash dishes my face gets all crazy dry and my make-up goes weird like a corpse’s would after a bit. heh. me.
here is the bird i stepped on the day before chemo’s birthday outside the cig shoppe. i think it was dead already. i hope it was but didn’t i make it look better just a bit? i did it with my mum’s pink what looks like chinese slippers that make my feet sweat but not smell bad. big mouth took that picture. we’re all insane over pictures now. INSANE!
like the words are there and i know what you are saying but dude, it’s all in the delivery which by the way, yours, it’s pretty shitty. this comes from the heart and you’re reading off cue cards. i know you’re a hurtbag and maybe not very smart and a total cowboy so i guess it’s alright if you look down a lot and stutter, clear your throat because you have no idea what to say next.
i don’t really pay attention to politics however if someone were to write about all the stuff i should know about and omitting the propagandi parts and any conspiracy theories and lies, false promises, bullshit dialogue and power to the people hoopla and had like fireworks and someone i would actually care to look at and could relate to dur dur druruururrr i think i’d pay attention and perhaps vote.
in respects to the usa though i obviously cannot vote for i am canadian.
but what happens there affects what happens here so go easy.
and well, we burned down the white house twice. wasn’t it the green house before and you had to paint it white because of the scorch marks? neahht.
GO LEAFS!
i’m totally sorry you’re dead and i extend my sympathies to your family and the nation but isn’t it totally amazing how patrick swayze (awesome fuckin last name btw. from now on i am swayze the minx) has a mask of you in point break? i think it is. keanu is pretty cool too. too bad his band sucks.
