(warning nerdberts at work who freak over the n00dz here, there’s some noodz here)
I am having an upsetting day, its giving me the push I’ve never had before to tell you how much I admire you. I realize I’m going to come across as- whatever-(crazy stalker) I’ve been reading your blog since Jan 2005 and twitter since 2008 and I want to thank you for being an interesting strong beautiful role model. (Girl crush) I have great personal stories but this email isn’t for that -(I’m not a writer if you couldn’t already tell).
I guess I’m just announcing my presence after so long and thank you for sharing so much of yourself.
(And now I’m relived I got up enough courage to write to you- I’m sure my day will be better)
So much love and happy vibes
Heyyyy! Sooo don’t ask me HOW, but one day I randomly came across your blog and I gotta say – I absolutely love it. It’s kind of my new obsession. I love the way you write and how you seem to have this ‘fuck it, I don’t really care what you think about me’ attitude. Its refreshing (in a world where all people seem to do is care about is what everyone else thinks….) and admirable…I wish I could be more like that!!
I’m not originally from Toronto (from a wee little town 2 hours east of here), but have lived here for a few years and am getting sooooooooooooo insanely retardedly sick of the douchebag wannabes. I like reading your blog because you calls ‘em as you sees ‘em.
Also as someone else who has recently had her heart crushed, the mere idea of getting back into the dating world is enough to bring me to tears (…isn’t that supposed to be saved for the end of a terrible date? ha ha) but reading about your experiences makes me laugh (thank God I’m not the only one who gets drunk on dates :p ) and realize that life goes on and while dating may SUCKKKK, there can be a fun side of it (….and a free meal…or not, if you’ve ever been on some of the dates I have….that’s right, he asked me to SPLIT the bill. fuck)
Anyway, I was going to be a quiet little Raymi lurker, or just randomly add you to Facebook or something… but after I read you write about some of the criticism you receive from some people I thought – No, I’m gonna send a creepy little stalker message because *I don’t care what anyone thinks about me* So there.
he said my outfit was very chloe. my hair was a rat’s nest from the gym. he also gave me the bag i’m holding. wales bag. every bag is named after a city. how appropriate my grandpa was welsh. tarek is so peppery i love him we are going to hit the town together soon.
do you know how fucking much i love the olympus pen? every time i bring it out i’m like why don’t i do this more often??? well now i have a proper bag to protect it in. so there.
went to ginger’s to prepare for toronto beer week launch dinner. historical shit, finally toronto is on the beer week bandwagon. who cares look how cute ging and i are.
no sex count day 4000. now it’s a thing that i made it a thing ughhhh. my friend yesterday was like why do you feel the need to even explain yourself to the world about it? probably due to all the nudey photos and assumptions based upon them. i feel the weight of the world’s judgments all the time so i’m pre-dodging it?
i am so hung today. beer attacked me. strong beer. i never drink beer so every time that i do i am blindsided by hangover and totally shocked by it. for some reason i feel like i can beat hangovers? like i’m so special. ugh.
trying to cover up bruises. i walked into a barbell at the gym a couple weeks ago. winner.
oh god those pics took way too long to upload i want to explode.
going away this weekend with trish and stew to gbay so so so pumped i will be very bagged tomorrow cos i’ll be working all nite and it’s a friday biggest bar night of the week come on by. also booked flight for neworfuckingleans i cannot wait. early september.
the stills are playing tonite in the distillery don’t forget that too! 7-8pm.
kept shirt on at the gym this time felt way too strippery. the desk girl was nicer to me but it feels forced now. she so knows i dated that guy who has no interest in her. oh well.
guys go retarded for socks i don’t care how bitchy the comments of girls are about them i’m not wearing them for you, you stupid cow. go home and put your own damn socks on and see for yourself. they’re also practical i am tried of putting band-aids on my heels everyday. anyway it’s hilarious to me how many times i hear i love your socks or just simple caveman utterances SOCKS! all jock wakestocked-out.
Dana: I really hope to be like you you have no idea
Raymi Lauren White
awwwwwwww serious why?
Dana: you dont give a shit about what anyone thinks does or says. your you which is a very kickass fuckin girl which I could only hope of being friends with
Raymi Lauren White
thats flattering and very perceptive of you to notice. all chicks should be this way.
Dana : to be honest I am. I just lack the fun and the happiness and the friends and good life you have and thats what I want haha!! so bad!
Raymi Lauren White
my life in pictures makes everything seem way more glamorous than it is.
Dana McBride : doubtful you’re the fun and fantastic Raymi
Raymi Lauren White
thats true but it isnt always fun and games. it’s a charmed life for sure and i try not to take it for granted. i do crave normalcy.
going on a spree of how many days we can hang out before we hate each other. getting pretty good at tolerating moods though it gets a little close at points. excuse me one moment while i go into the other room AND FUCKING SCREAM INTO A PILLOW. thank you.
after a night ride the pants come off. too lazy to put on leggings also the half tub of (half the fat) coffee Häagen-Dazs was saying pants-free zone. if you don’t drink for a night you reduce your caloric intake then eff it all up by ice cream mental.
it’s now “a thing” that we’re not blasting and all of ginger’s friends think he is a total fucking idiot retard moron. one guy is like, super pissed off about it hahahahaha and they’re all reading my blog too now HI! lets start a counter, day 009: NO CHANGE. who cares, it’s nice to hang out platonically doing couple-like shit without sex fucking it all up.
hanging with nerdy engineers gets you up super early. way too early. you feel like you can get so much done with your day like go to the gym a thousand times and speed read 4 newspapers at once. ugh. all the stuff i didn’t do yesterday i HAVE to do today. stress attack!
i tell you nothing like morning air whipping you at 130km or however fast we got up to to wake you the hell up. i feel like i’ve experienced ten seasonal changes and am only going to feel more and it’s not even half past 9. i like how arrogant you can get so early in the day I DID EVERYTHING FIRST ME EMEMEM EME ME! look at this day i fucking OWN it!
and now i am starving. i think i’m going to start trying to be a morning person, eating breakfast morning person. productive person. normal boring person? should i do this? gym guy says i should eat breakfast and lunch, maybe if i do normal shit like the rest of the normals i will be as fit as they are? why do i have to be stubborn all the time with my shit, my diets and fucked up eating restraints? and why does every condo in the city’s garage have green paint accents?
toronto is looking more and more like vancouver. condos everywhere. barrrrrrf. the city will never be complete. feels like only yesterday i was commuting in from streetsville every morning looking at the skyline and the half constructed buildings like, has any progress been made are you fucking satisfied yet? how many people do you need living in boxes in the sky? why don’t you fix the streets first to make way for all these people. i almost die every day on queen and yonge. shit gets scary.
nah nah nah i am going to hit the gym early come back here get gussied up meet with the designer bags people i was supposed to meet yesterday then head off to the monk’s table for toronto beer week did you even know it was toronto beer week? still? actually it’s called the toronto week of beer. why not the toronto YEAR of beer? it’s a press dinner (mmmmmmmm) in Honor of Saint Arnold the Patron Saint of Beer. (i hope they have whiskey haha) dad i want to take you to one of these things someday. “Bill White Hosts a Five Course Extravaganza of Belgium Beer and Food Pairings” maybe i’ll go wait outside right nowwww.
i just want to be a fat wife with kids already, eating and drinking my way through the boring city. fuck i love eating so much it’s ridiculous. how can everyone be awake so long without thinking about inhaling an entire box of mini wheats like that’s all i can think of right now aaaaarrrrrrrrrrg.
should i wear my heathers dress tonight (black lacy) or the other thing that makes me look like i have big tits? oh nevermind you’ll get it wrong anyway. BYE.
wurst sampler. it was not the worst. that triangle is a galette. a galette is an obnoxious way of saying scalloped potato pie thing. as an aside, i love hot mustard.
the greens with risotto cakes. signif portion of food, actually a meal, for 9 bucks. bier markt. ludicrously obnoxious beer menu of course, impressive.
have you heard of the gap before? it’s this term guys use for the part between your legs, upper thighs, that doesn’t touch. apparently it’s “all about the gap” holy fuck right? guys. men. you are ridiculously crude behind our backs. locker room talk. anyway, meet my gap.
why are tubs of protein so fucking insanely big yet half full? as if jocks aren’t world-destroying types enough as is they buy dog food sized containers of protein powders that aren’t full. ha ha awesome. EXTREEEME! ginger and i are both gym rats. very jersey shore these days.
are these the same beans like baked beans? i am too lazy to remember what it said on the can. strained them through a siv and washed them of that ectolasma syrupy goo. ew.
yawning blood shot eye’d opposite of hell after ten rounds of weed, a fish called wanda, mitch hedburg, and the last stressful disturbing thirty minutes of shutter island not to mention sweating profusely from jerk turkey a la hot volcanic sauce plus tandoori maple syrup addition.
oh yeah i was so hosed on my gym date that i couldn’t even recall what we had for dinner. we shared prix fixe, i recall the horrible salad and i remember the creme brulee the size of a dinner plate but in between, no recollection. gym date was aghast over text. JAMBALAYA WE HAD. wow. and no not the jambalaya sunday nite with CHF at harlem underground wow why is ANY of this important even?
gym dramz. one of the front desk girls went out for a drink with gym date, it went nowhere. i think the other girl innocently informed her about my gym pick-up. girl 2 said she saw him looking around for me last week, saw him texting me and said she was loving alllll of it hahaheheh i love that chick she’s the one who went through the photos with me. i think gym guy dyed his hair in-between seeing and dating me. how perceptive if i’m right. i was diggin’ the grey/pepper hair more though. anyway i hope the other chick gets over her testiness or i was imagining it. i will keep you posted, naturally.
music was being blared couple days ago so loudly i couldn’t think and was forced to smoke part of a bowl before gym-bound and this picture i guess is the birth of that moment in time. i have been listening to broken bells like mental, totally burning through that record.
ok well there you go those would be the beans PARTIALLY OBSCURED STILL. ginger beer plus pineapple ginger juice mixed with sweet delicious dominican rum, riding the tropical wave theme. mini vacation. evil chemical instant coffee cos ginger doesn’t drink it. never had a sip in his life i keep trying to get him to, just to be a shithead and what’s the big deal about it? he already does energy drinks AND i think tricking him into sipping HALF a slushy coffee drink from starbucks counts. i accidentally ordered one at the crack of fuck one morning and was like uhhhhh this is the complete opposite of what i want and thought i was ordering THIS IS WHY I NEED COFFEE BEFORE I LEAVE ANY BUILDING.
gym ninja. apparently i have to get actual running shoes and skate shoes don’t suffice. poll please? these gallaz (globe’s sister) are cushioned, impact-absorbing bouncy to all hell, still not good enough? do i need those dumb nike rocket things or, ugh, new balances? ps. i have had these sneakers since i was 20.
johnny from work who used to be fat always schools me about food and protein and won’t shut up about me not eating carbs. yesterday i had to tell him to shut up i wasn’t in the mood. but anyway he says it’s these days we only care what we feel not what we see in the mirror, if i feel bloated then i’ll feel fat and then i’ll see fat. a lot of it is in our heads. given but the way he said it all stoic zen asian-like, it resonated.
ok my mom and niece are in town i have to sneak in a work out, shower, then fashion bag clothes designer meeting and then somehow hang with them even though i haven’t heard from mom yet. i bet she is pissed i’m not hosting them here (cheapskate) i can’t do it, i have shit to do, i am not prepared. also, hello, parkdale? not happening. i can’t be around to make sure she doesn’t take pictures with every single fucking thing in my room and drive me up the wall.
i left work early yesterday cos i was beyond fatigued and felt like i was coming down with something, throat was hoarse and my head was heavy, foggy, not right. i still feel it’s possible i have something but hoping all my vitamin-intake and working out has my immune system on my side. seems to be working for redhead.
shit show weekend. well not really. i can’t remember half of what i did. thank nerds for technology. cameras. smartphones and flickr. it’s only shit show feeling cos i didn’t work out enough and i’m too old to remember what i did. i was good last night though, in bed by 11.30 and didn’t give in to goin’ out for strung out sundays. i still feel hungover though. OLD.
probably the least flattering vision of the future photo of me ever. i was just about to start talking (as usual). i have major saturday morning dad hair here. wait, was this actually saturday morning? friday? who’s to know anymore i exist in a realm unto my stupid self.
i used up all the soy at poor john’s, oh right this was the day we woke up without water, anyway, i killed the carton of soy (i try not to have too much dairy these days because i am obnoxious like that)(i was all i need soy or, just give me whatever hippie stuff you have) and said it’s done the girl is like do you need more? i go no but YOU do. her face was just like, what are you?
i have to stop getting tanked on dates. it’s kind of disrespectful. i go in with no expectations also nervous and adrenaline-ridden so i guzzle them back. at certain points i have moments of clarity like uh maybe this guy IS actually interested and i just blew it. sorry. well i didn’t blow anything i don’t think but you know it’s not exactly proper to be a piss tank. we went to le petit castor after some place on baldwin. after hearing so much about it what are my thoughts? hmmmm. gong show rich people, cougs galore, and man cougs. holy fucking man cougs. i’m going to start making fun of them way more than chick cougs now whom i feel deserve to own their party rights meanwhile you jackass men have been getting away with this nonsense for quite a time now with minimal consequence. a start might be removing your wedding band.
my mom bought these insanity slasher pants for my niece and i. um my niece will be 13 in september. i was last 13 i can’t even do the math right now. anyway they’re meant to be worn the other way but look like leg braces. a little more unassuming backward and if my ass is going to be (will SO be) checked out anyway it’s an extra you’re welcome back there. so, you’re welcome.
this is the pointiest sharpest building i have ever seen. why didn’t i get a shot from a proper angle? oh that’s right i’m not the tourism board of toronto even though it feels like it a lot of the time.
ginger’s a big fan of my retard chair. it’s very flattering. though i can’t help but feel like the slow kid being clapped on the back or getting special attention over it. i dunno. i let him pay me back in dinner. melodie was sad to see the chair go. never fear i’m going to start painting more again and have a show soon. maybe halloween themed at the central and have a costume party. what do you think about that? my liver is already shuddering at the thought.
ginger indulges my take my picture game. it’s nice not to have someone speed roll their eyeballs for once. like guess what asshole i’m working, always, constantly. these good times don’t pay for their fucking selves you know. the people want to know what’s up. insert more defensive complaints here. also fyi ginger and i aren’t banging. why i feel the need to clarify this i dunno. the city assumes i’m sleeping with it so every time a new dude shows up i have to let you know that i don’t know what his wang looks like?
shrimp phenomenal. the “frites” were bullshit mini pieces of fries and they forgot one of the dips. they also brought me the wrong salad after my shrimp. now at the two fuck ups point as a restaurateur i’d send the host or someone over to apologize then comp something, anything. this food snob was not impressed i don’t care if you think that’s bitchy or ludicrous i’ve comped more for less of a screw-up and if you’re a higher-end resto people have higher expectations so try meeting them.
piranhas 3d. go see it. so much gore and nudity. perfect summer slasher flick. some parts are just so extreme and you look at each other like uh, that was a bit much. like the girl getting her hair caught in the prop from the guy mowing his way through all the bodies trying to fight their way out of the water by. gruesome. amazing.
me paying for my coffee at balzac’s who also screwed up. a double americano is not to be poured to the very top. i was given no sleeve or extra cup, it was SCALDING hot and filled to the brim. maybe the guy thought he was doing me a solid by extra-ing up my order but no, a double is two shots then a bit of extra hot water. also trying to maneuver it over to the coffee station through piles of bitchy caffeine-starved elite tourist shitheads was very trying. ginger doesn’t drink coffee so by the time we are finally out of his place and out i’m caffeine free too for the most part (coffee time drip coffee does NOT count) and out of my mind overtired, weak. i joked to this one woman in line waiting for her coffee that people aren’t very talkative while waiting for their coffee which was met by SILENCE and then i’m pretty sure she budded and took my coffee, i didn’t recall her ordering ahead of me. i try to make the best of any situation, i cannot STAND tension so i try to break it with a little quip when i can. sorry assholes lets keep the misery cranked to 11 then happy saturday. in summation, be careful at balzac’s it’s like mcdonald’s scalding coffee lawsuit up in there. still a totally beautiful space though.
so dreamy. i want to live in the distillery then die of boredom 24 hours later. also, friends called, they want their cups back. you can keep them though cos they look so precious.
this is NOT a double americano. this is soup and my shaky wimpy hands almost sloshed it all over the place, my bare legs, a baby! you need to have the sleeves at the counter not across the room through the obstacle gauntlet of chairs and tables and assholes.
this little part here is in the tommy boy movie when his dad dies and he walks around to a bagpipe-rendition of a song i can’t place right now as someone is blasting garbage music outside.
just about blackout drunk here on a date with a dude who picked me up at my bar. i killed this song, will you still love me tomorrow. everyone screamed yes. it was early in the rotation so everyone was geared for a show and that i gave them.
loud cuban music at the ossington and a slew of drunk scottish women in the back room basically interviewed my date and i about one another like a buncha moms it was funny and cut the awkward a little while adding some on top of it. i biked by curly haired fuck on my way and he’s all oh you’re dressed up, i said where i was going (his shitty date bar) so he knew right away what was up. just call me jealousy traps or don’t call me at all. dating is exfuckinghausting i think i need a man break this week.
so there’s this basmati rice based cooking oil called heloi. it’s like olive oil except not. melodie cooked using it last nite. you can test it out right now for free down at the ex if you want, it’s brand new, just about to hit the market and i got myself a bottle. it’s a high heat cooking oil which is perfect for deep frying stuff. here is melodie and lucas’ cooking adventure while i was pumping iron at the gym yesterday. so nice to come home to a beautifully lovingly cooked meal. i bought the wine so i helped. then i got lucas wasted on cider and wine while mel’s band jammed in the back room. whoops!
i guess that’s an egg yolk in there and chilis. such a complicated and complex component concoction. how many more c words? cock. she gave me like 500 pages of notes i am too scattered to go and make sense of. i said make them as bipolar as possible please.
i took this bad one. yummy as fuck it was. go have a sample right now or at some point this weekend at the ex. all the new age foodie hippie types are blowing their loads over this oil apparently. i’m going to incorporate it into more meals and try to start cooking again. i eat out way too much. but only because i am a lesbian. my review on the taste is, well, healthy. i’m really hungover so that means it wasn’t a heavy meal and i don’t feel guilty over it being “fried” cos the oil again, super healthy. raymi anorexia diet approved. it’s good for your heart too so it’ll cancel out all those bumps. he ha haha.
melodie will follow up with recipe and other smart things for me later on. i’m keeled over with stomach spasms right now that are not awesome so sorry for the slacky. TGIF? this post was really hard to write and look at food pics i have tons more i didn’t use i am borderline barf town at the moment. sucks. sad face.
today’s meal. had to venture out cos our water was turned off. poor john’s chick was like did you get notice? yeah, her. pointing at melodie. she knew for a few days. i did not. you are fired at giving notice.
i want your band to be called date machine or at least one of your songs. they played a song on the spot for me as i was getting ready to go out last nite. was half hosed by the time he got here. we had a good time. i think i talked too much though.
having fun with the warhol. that’s what i’m going to call it. it’s the penultimate word for what i feel i am doing when using it (camera) and showcasing my life. arty faggy pop hip whatever. i just wish i knew how to make the photos smaller so they don’t eat up years of my life whilst uploading.
now it’s not raining so i can hit the gym but i actually have to shower first cos i have courtney love hair as you will notice in the photos below that melodie took of me all nakes just now. it’s liberating (maybe for you but for us it’s normal) to have such tolerant roommates. i walk around in the buff and it’s like i’m wearing clothing to them. it’s not even sexual. it’s just hilarious. we see each other naked all the time who cares? i wish we could expand our parkdale mansion into a hippie farm. it’s already a commune for the most part considering cindy and reg downstairs though they’ve not caught on to our clothing optional sanction as far as i know. i guess it would be a little weird to come up the stairs naked for a little chat yeah? only a matter of time i suppose. it has been a scorcher of a summer which in-part has inspired nudity it’s ridiculous how much i’ve blown on clothes this summer only to wear the same 4 things over and over again as well as spend the majority of my time naked. i didn’t put so much work into tan lines to cover those suckers up. i need to take them for a stroll on a brazilian beach.
i can’t go to the gym looking like barf today because gym guy is going to be there about the time i’ll be there and we’ll have to talk in person now ahhhhhhhhh. he texted me “hot gym thing” which is hot. that should be his nickname though not really my style to be all froofy-sex and the city cheesy like some girls refer to the men in their life by. i was just going to say DIMPLES but then i remembered i already gave a guy that nickname so there you go looks like i’m a cheeseball afterall.
i’ve been demented all day. i’ve been on the run for 6 days in a row now it seems, no time for anything other than stretching self too thinly. just as i start to settle i am up and on the go again. i have travel fever bad and i don’t work til sunday so hmm…but i am going away next weekend so. i want to do ten things at once and i also just want to sit on my ass. ok here we go photos warning kinda racy (“maybe for you” hahahaha). sorry dad!
this one is just hilarious to me so not even flattering just funny and my ass is box-shaped over there what?? i look prehistoric and bigger than the fridge. that orange magnet is the number for booze delivery, it has a cat and dog on it for a deak-out.
our place is great for photographs when it isn’t trashed. which it sort of part was at the time these were taken. who cares look at my pearly whites and good vibes.
melodie was like do you care if the crucifix is in the background i was like why did jesus get so much pussy? cos he was hung like this. does it look like i “care” about “things”?
yo do you want to buy this fucking finch or not? someone is considering buying my scribble of french hamburger i drew on the back of my business card yesterday during breakfast. all in a day’s non-/sort of work.
i haven’t partied once in the distillery all summer. sad face. never fear though as there’s going to be a HUGE PARTY next weekend all up in that scene. maybe i’ll tool around in a segway like the geek i really am (not). THERE WILL BE oops caps, there will be bands and there will be a lexus or two i’m sure and there’ll be hipsters and other people you will pretend to not notice as is typical in this wonderful fucking city. check here for the band performance line-up. just when you thought live music was over for the summer, newp, not done just yet. i receive a gauntlet of dear raymi what should we do this weekend emails we’re from out of town blah bla etc etc. so look, there you go. get crushfucked in the beautiful naybe of the distillery district, have a nice dinner, break your ankle on some cobblestones and get laced at another chi chi event where i’m certain there’ll be a photo op backdrop and party photographers sliming their way through the crowd to take your photo so you better bring it (style). my esteemed party cohorts NotableTv are organizing this shin-dig which is like the oprah’s book club party stamp of approval, you’re in a for a good time. The last thing notable threw that i went to i came out of with a two day hangover. fuckin’ right ripped there terry.
look i am fake-walking for a photo. i bought these jeans from goodwill specifically to cut them into shorts. so weird buying something knowing you will be taking it home to alter it, feels like a waste of money cos what if it doesn’t work out? leap of faith? i bought three other pairs of jeans and some shit shirts. then i blew a bunch of money at h&m and dinner on curly haired fuckbag at watusi. god i love watusi. that’s my shitty date bar. beast refuses to go to it hahaha.
part of the top of my hair is broken. i tore some out on accident from re-tying ponytails and buns so now i have a cowlick and i will never not look like garth.
last photo of the day with hair down. got too muggy. when i opened the bar yesterday i did so in my bikini. why haven’t i been doing that all summer??? stupid.
still on island time. you know what, i don’t want to hear about anybody’s vacation. ever. i don’t care how your weekend at the cottage was and i don’t care what your next road trip is going to be like either. i am bitter. i am going to NOLA in september.
ugh astor’s not every drink has to be taken to a fuckin’ TEN ok. i drink coffee black short of that creamed up by something that is actually booze not sugar whip cream. woah why am i so aggro right now?
$2.98 shades from aldo with neck strings attached. go to aldo all their glasses and whatever else summer accessories are cheap. basically go to any store right now and it’s all clearances on summer stock what is this the penny saver? (yes).
oh great it’s just about to storm and i was pretty much dependent upon gyming my rage out plus its been two days.
a real nice post is on the horizon don’t worry.
got picked up at the bar last nite on my way out i was too gunned to stick around though. also a guy i gave my number to at the gym texted/called so he’s not gay. the girl and i at the front desk went through all the dudes in the gym’s photos til we found his. i came down and was like look i know this is entirely against company protocol but i don’t care he has my number anyway, but lets check out his photo you tell me if he’s gay or not (gym is practically in the village) and she’s all over it. the desk girls love me cos they’re bored out of their minds and i come in dripping in sweat, maybe stoned, putting back one of the energy shots basically i’m duffman. if it goes anywhere i’ll tell you more details about how we cruised each other so you can follow suit at your own gym. oh and i accidentally kissed a customer on the cheek last nite when he was paying his bill hahahahah ughhhhhh. he was like 6’8 and leaned down to thank my hospitality (fine young ass) and i leaned back up in and said you’re welcome/pecked him and then went ahhh sorry! then a chick in his circle (older-set) comes over blasted HEY DID YOU KISS THAT GUY? yes i did why am i in trouble sorry couldn’t help it he leaned in it was like kissing my dad it felt like family she laughs no big deal meanwhile his actual wife is out there givin’er too! i said is he out there bragging about it right now?? yes he is she says now this guy his friend is getting in line for one too.
if you need me i’ll be batting a thousand in the park.
i can’t help it i’m cheery i hug and kiss everyone it’s natural not forced and i’m affectionate i’ll hug a serial killer i don’t care i hugged mangy flea-ridden cats in mexico then i probably ate one the next day at the buffet. hey-o!
