so we ventured to bowlarama who the fuck knows where, troy picked us (fil steph me) up (his 30th birthday!) with natalie and off we went despite my being in the middle of a, say level 6, anxiety attack and it was stop and go saturday traffic along bloor with five manic personalities going at once, music changing every two seconds, some on crazy come down drugs/medicines, interesting ride to say the least. once we got there and annihilated a corona i was on easy street.
ole pinky was the favoured ball.
new pants already need a shrinking i look like i just got off a mcdonald’s shift.
oh so nerdy. yesterday’s bowling outfit blew it SORRY i was in the middle of a panic attack and almost shoved ten things in my purse holy britney spears. i settled on one extra sweater thing thanks to steph who enables my costume changes. steph i know you watch intervention religiously so you KNOW what enabling IS and thank you for it.
a serious pose.
purple was also a fave.
stressed much? this is why we don’t bowl, someone takes it extremely seriously, the fact that they aren’t very good. seriously, WHO IS? it’s meant to be fun and a reason to stand around drinking and talking shit about each other. relax pill, fil! HUG.
tech’d out!
gross.
ok we GET IT episode of roseanne, chill.
WHY WAS MY NAME PUT LAST?
you write one little anecdote about acne then mount suvius erupts out of your cheek (MENSES TIME). ahh that lighting is so flattering.
party bar.
i requested girl shoes and the guy just gave me duds with ninja turtle laces instead, fine close enough. i totally spied some yellow/orange fluorescent pairs don’t lie to me!
pretentious.
more pretentious. next up, will be a series of abandoned small town gas stations and decrepit motels at sunset.
i’m winning.
still winning, so a fluke i didn’t know what was going on at all. poker with me isn’t frustrating at all.
anxiety attack relief, this little genius recreates the sensation of popping bubble wrap over and over and if you stop a little japanese voice says little japanese things to you. it saved me. steph also went to town on it.
WINNER! ME!
then out came the ginger and the flasks. what do you got, cc? me, crown.
oh just a regular guy, you know?
guy behind steph in the green shirt is the brother of troy (birthday boy) who took bowling one million per cent seriously and did not at all enjoy when natalie threw her ball down their lane (my idea thanks to my brother) when troy was going for a “world record” hahaha. they broke their machine by punching it a few times. intense, intense players hey guys come to fun town sometime maybe, being us.
OH OF COURSE the disco comes on at 9 exactly when our games ended, way to go bro so fair.
birthday troy.
oh like you didn’t know it was coming.
so much pressure what pose to strike HA pun, or pin??
someone wanted in the prize room which probably wasn’t the prize room i think it was just a store more importantly who cares.
sigh.
CLASS. ACT.
a birthday embrace.
trying to figure out what the fuck next some were a little more impaired.
check ya later hosers!
dad drove us home. nat’s car was broken into a few weeks ago and a ton of shit was stolen out of it. she was like yeah that’s nice i work my ass off i’d love to do drugs all the fucking time and break into cars and steal shit too, awesome thanks. natalie, don’t leave expensive things in your car!
¿Por qué
then i changed my insecure outfit and we went to tortilla flats, it was nice, that’s as long as i lasted though so no dancing and intense personal trainer hugs at stone’s place were had for this guy, steph came back to sit on the couch and talk through television with me.
i really love (being blasted in) the harbord room’s facilities.
i turned the vase around specially for me/you.
i am NOT doing the bullshit sign, my fingers naturally fall that way. there’s a picture of my nana waving from a car in the 80s and it looks like she’s doing the bullshit sign, isn’t, as well as another photo of her a bit tipsy at my uncle’s wedding, same “rock on” alignment, unintentional. as if you were even looking at my hand check that figure.
i couldn’t find the chalk and even if i could what would i say HI IM RAYMI READ MY BLOG RAYMITHEMINX.COM BALBLA LBLAAHA everyone else had scrawled poetic meaningfulisms i didn’t want to sully it. for once. GUYS AM I GROWING UP OR WHAT!
itchy foot, new pants, burnin’ through that swedish wal*mart’s gift card let me tell ya.
nice roots, bangs are growing out i toy with the idea of cutting them again then i look at pictures of lohan and stop myself from entertaining such thoughts.
on to classier digs, and was reunited with the presence of one of many rude to me bartenders whom ignored me and i ignored her but chatted up fil to be passive aggressive. weak. brad what’s with your psychotic territorial tending buds, honestly? sass your ex was there.
i played the bubble hockey with sharpie and won and then a dude played with me and beat me then when we walked back to our respective parties one of the geezers at his said SO DID YOU PLAY FOR SEX? something like that. nice subtlety there guy and nice muscle t-shirt by the way.
do you want to read something profound that i mull over every time i look up at a bar ceiling? no? me either. haven’t fleshed it out yet oh yeah i had an anxiety attack this morning so that’s what you’re dealing with.
let me preface this with N-O J-U-D-J-I-N-G! i returned something, got a gift card, so these babes only set me back 68 86 cents and the pumas i was very close to considering were v sam ronsonesque and i think i’m too old to be dressing like i dance to hip hop but now come to think of it that chick is 31 so what the hell?
i’m going for a thom yorke in the JUST music video look here, get it? now someone just has to bop me in the eye.
i think blue laces will sort ‘em out. i almost asked some guy if he thought they were ridiculous, his girl was looking at ugg-type boots and he looked so wiped out but was mesmerized by my retarded shoe stress pacing and how they totally did not go with the shit i was wearing at the time, and he was a square so i doubt he would “get” “it” so i didn’t bother. 68 86 cents later i was on my way.
have a good one fuck it’s half past 2 already jeez.
ps. THIS was on tv last nite, i promise you your barf will barf watching it.
oh great not this again. up against dooce AGAIN for best diarist. i won it in 2006 mainly because she never mentioned it on her site. i have never heard of the other blogs in my category, can’t wait to read their snide raymi digs, yeesh. voting begins in 3 days and i will likely nag the crap out of you. do i not deserve this award? i think so.
there were several videos to choose from so this is the best of the worst or the worst of the best.
i’m good at this cos when our parents sent us to bed too early (we felt) my brother and i would rip farts from our respective beds with the doors open until the insides of our cheeks stung and stomachs were sore from can’t-breath laughing all while mom and dad were just trying to watch their stories downstairs and pretending not to laugh at the fart explosions traveling down the stairs. my favourites are the tiny boof ones that make you bust up just from the mere memory of the sound.
kids are assholes, man. remind me not to sign mine up for swimming lessons.
not one but two, TWO of these things. with bonus eyeshadow and eye liner, it is no secret i pile this shit on, on the reg.
it arrived the day i stayed in bed sick all morning/afternoon and watched made of honor and was not feeling pretty at all, so no tutorial video but here are my thoughts and i know some have been poo-pooing these alleged “tube” things. i like this mascara cos these “tubes” (smells like bullshit i know) actually protect your lashes, and it comes off nicely and easily without tearing them out or even having to wash off your makeup which is great for me as i have been passing out in my makeup since 2001 and stopped washing my face at nite when i was 19 for se’ers my face only gets a washing in the shower, all that crap you hear (then nag me with MOM) about pores needing breathing or whatever is bullshit you’ve been brainwashed with so lotions and potions companies can sell more lotions and potions. do i have zits? only around menses time or stress. if you are genetically predisposed to have acne then no amount of cleansers will fix that so stop wasting your money. where was i? oh right, mascara, yeah, it’s good, you put the white stuff on first then the black stuff. i typically (exclusively) wear the cheapest brand of mascara there is (maybelline) cos my lashes take really well to mascara, no falsies here, so it really doesn’t matter which brand BUT i have discovered that less time has been spent ripping mascara off my eyes in the shower or in bed before passing out when i go with the l’oreal. i’m a picker, it’s how i do, sometimes you get a good clump and then a bunch of lashes come out with it and then your eyeball is bald in the morning.
so THAT reason alone is why this is good mascara, if you’re a dirtbag like me then this mascara is for you. i imagine you could use the white part first then apply on top a different brand if you were feeling experimental. haven’t done it yet but i plan to just to see the difference and yeah my lashes feel a bit fuller with the loreal double extension mascara over my maybelline so i don’t know what you’ve all been complaining about, shit’s good.
enjoy the massive double chin and my end of nite gross sweaty hair and how pathetically terrified i am of opening champagne bottles. fil was mad cos it’s one of “his” “things” and he has “so few things” he says and actually speaks in this video, we only opened it so we wouldn’t be complete new year’s eve losers.
that’s my new saying but i can’t decide how i want to say it yet though, i guess it depends on how funny i am feeling and the circumstance of the situation at hand. i will keep you posted.
how was your nite?
matt gave us a jug of vodka for christmas and i gave him a painting i’m sick of that he’s been after for awhile.
my resolutions are to drink less, get more tanned, swear less, slur less, and feed more squirrels. oh and be more professional and write better/more and be less of a dick more of a prick. i think i can do this.
‘scuse us white people dancing, much like deer crossing ‘cept way less graceful but with just as much DANGER possibility. we tend to point a lot, and kick, and sway and fall into plants and sharp objects and shove and close our eyes while doing this.
i blew mine off before midnight and justified it by the fact that i would be BUSY taking everyone’s picture at the stroke (ew)(haha)(no ew) of midnight.
all i see is a floating drink she is completely camouflaged and this is so vegas-looking i love it who wants to go on a gamble adventure with me?
OOOOooooh someone went all out. what i meant it! did YOU bring a disco light?
so cute.
ugh that one picture ruining fallen-out curl strand in my face!
an insecure moment in time captured immediately after, i do not know how to work “curlishy” hair or my face OR MY LIFE.
steph skanked someone when rancid came on, as in kicked a girl or stomped on her foot. AHAHAHAh ah aw. then we dissected her (skanked chick) reaction with Madeleine until it turned out that steph was actually the victim.
native necklace representin’ and i am enjoying that non-chalant pose in the background, pretty slick.
TAKE MY PICTURE SO I CAN SEE WHAT I LOOK LIKE WITH THIS FEATHER MASK ON MY HEAD LIKE IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL.
my premature celebration. i tried to pop it over these guy’s heads (and i did) as they were posing for a picture and it was almost timed perfectly for them oh what a nice picture that would have made.
NICE RING. oh yeah at one point i was sitting in this high chair (a bar chair, retard) and steph was dancing around me so i asked if it felt like she was dancing with someone in a wheelchair and she said yes it did then before we were even finished laughing at our own comedy we both out of breath recounted the story for other people. if you’ve never met me before that is pretty much the only thing you’re missing out on, i say something and if i think it’s funny, i then say what i said to someone else and then to someone else until i run out of people.
i was doing a little dance for fil, he had already removed the top from his popper so it would blast better come midnite, i got self conscious, asked if i should stop my mating dance and as he gestured with his hand to keep going, which was holding the popper, it spooged all over his stomach. slowly too. EWWW ha.
he had two green line stains on his forehead when we got home.
wheee midnight, we lasted.
2009 grabby. oh yeah no more crabby in 2009 lets see how quickly that one breaks.
harmonica horn blowing is actually feasible.
white people dancing on that shit was extra dangerous especially with sloshed beer all over it.
