ok nerding out here a moment, i wrote to gina well here i’ll just copy and paste it:
hey there
just wanted to write to you to say i got a blythe tattoo – what a mental head?
i wrote you something dopey a long time ago when i was 19 (now im 25 wow) you were nice and wrote back here is the post of all the pics, i thought long and hard on it for over three years
you are the reason i first ever discovered blythe and i still have your book
i wonder if i have one-upped you in the crazy dept.? ha
love raymi
and she wrote back this!
oh wow, this is just toooooo great! thank you for sending the AWESOME
photos. i’m just dumbstruck! i woulnd’t say you one-upped me in the
crazy dept, but i think you came pretty close. crazies unite!! this is
the best thing ever! hey, can i write about you on my TIB news page? i
would love for blythe fans everywhere to see you! WOW!
and in other news, you mentioned a big weight loss. how did you do it?
congrats! that’s a major feat.
stunned, waiting around for that timer to go off is B-O-R-I click.
doods do you think tonite’s the nite or what!?
i wore these socks yesterday (yes they’re clean now did laundry today pay attention) with my new mental illness pants and topped it off with a different plaid shirt.
just makin’ sure they’re the same size you never know with winners.
somehow scarier in shadow.
the double point just felt desperate right.
supes cheese way to get the shoes in there.
ugh fil why is that vacuum attachment in my shot stop embarrassing me on the internet!
ok get the point now i think we do just one more butch for the road…
take it all in folks doubt i’ll be cruisin’ around in ‘em much.
oooooooooooh finally someone linked to my blythe tattoo in a blythe forum i was too lazy to join thisisblythe.com anyway check the my little pony arm sleeve in the post below the one where my tat post is linked to, it’s amazing.
hi simpletons how’ve you been oh wait i just remembered i don’t care JOKES i so care! i bet i like you more than you like yourselves. alright, here’s some shit we did yesterday while you were beating off to judge judy, enjoy!
ah so good, we begin this quest by ignoring fil and reading to ourselves until we turn up at ikea to exchange our bath mat for one without a rubber lining and then buy some shower rings THAT DON’T FIT OUR ROD but we don’t learn that until today, radical. i know some of you are on the edge of your seats about this.
gave the ole tresses a break yesterday so it was on-the-go italian shower of power day. no you smell. ps. best laundry dramz day is happening ever and it does not involve me but would have had i not got down there in time to snag a washer.
groooooooooooan.
the worst thing about ikea is the waiting in line part, for exchanges/returns they have a ticket system which fil totally dug cos we got to chill a bit.
then a woman ruined the system cos her turn was skipped cos she had buggered off, um get a new ticket you cunt! i seemed to have been the only person annoyed by this or who noticed. how about your ticket system now fil?
that’s her fucking shelf behind me too.
what’s up dudes. their owner turned up just as we were pullin’ out so i wasn’t busted, phew.
then i enjoyed myself a five minute long piss. clean your mirror tim horton’s! ps. if you are “one of those” who calls it timmies 1. we can’t be friends 2. you sound like a total baby 3. die – in whichever order you want i’m feeling generous right now.
so starved can we eat here?
then fil had to go to the toilet so i went art small town homo ‘cept everything was ugly on this corner, i tried.
bahaha see?
don’t trip over yourselves callin’ up national geographic now.
here i am bored and in love with myself.
another boring parking spot obviously.
fascinating.
tuna wrap it was alright, i was more into the pretentious chick behind me bragging about her toronto friends and how much of a snob she is for discussing england (she said look at us we’re soooo snobby), i tried really hard to get her to make eye contact with me so she could see my squinty beady eyes but she was so immersed in her blowhard chit chat she didn’t look my way not once not even when i tapped the lamp above our booth to make it sway back and forth. GOD JUST LOOK AT ME. then i became more interested in staring at the guy with a gross blond pube beard with one of his gf’s long strands of hair velcro’d to it SICK.
fil’s meh chicken salad i paid for more than half of i must be pmsing hard i’m full of haterade right now can’t wait to hit publish and see how much of a bitch i am being. before this we stopped in at a terrible restaurant and saw some mennonites, i used the bathroom and came back to the table to find that fil had not been given a menu so we bailed. why do small town restaurants fuck it up so much who are you by the way cafe? (notorious worst service in the annex ever no wonder someone got shot on your doorstep you probably made the dude wait half an hour just to make eye contact with you)
someone write a guide to surviving a small town. maybe i should based on the teeny experience i’ve had i’m sure that will go over well.
mmmm gettin’ hungry over here.
dad, this barn’s for you.
i wish i was an architect in the 70’s.
why did you spell that the american way? and why are you so full of shit too?
world’s biggest meth pipe oh and kudos to natalie for pointing out that our bartender at the fox was kinda methy best description ever and i’ve been using it as much as possible since.
ugh and we have to go back AGAIN cos the shower rings are too small.
i got shit for taking pics in this stupid little winners in the middle of nowhere “sorry we can’t have you taking pictures of the merchandise” oh whatever you blond boring ordinary twat you were just dying to come up to me to say something after watching us all drunk scavenge through shoes and clothes. in the oakville winners i spent a good half hour taking pictures of every single toy and not one word was said to me, so bullshit on that. put camera away anyway though, those are jessica simpson heels, v tall and actually comfortable too rich for my blood though went with more practical standby black pumps by bcbg instead.
thanks gill *sorry for talking through your jane austen marathon.
*not sorry
britt and serena were in town, britt’s moving back in fact and this would be the moment they informed us the el mo had no liquor license for the nite. great, cos you know how much i enjoy the el mo when there is booze.
boo.
way dead, felt bad for the bands, oh well you’ll get a do-over. mostly though, i felt bad for me.
why would you even bother opening? no one makes money from this.
yesterday’s hair would not co-operate.
crabby.
so we went to red room to get sauced instead, they tried to lure us to the old man homeless bar next door but it smelled like sour vomit and other gross mysterious things.
oh i know you.
what do you want from me, it was a sunday. can’t win ‘em all.
i am reading the late hector kipling right now and fucking loving it and the copy i am currently borrowing is an unedited manuscript, wicked. it was said that this book reminded the reader of me, and i guess it does or will. it’s just nice to have a book inspire you to write a book or paint a picture or at least think about doing those things or to be reminded that you enjoy doing them so this one gets the raymi’s book club stippity-stamp for sure and as it turns out the author is also an actor in harry potter wtf? oh internet, you are so totally the smartest person i ever met.
guess who almost lost their face last nite? totally my own fault it’s ok.
freddy the monster.
i want to live in an old bank building!
didn’t stay long at baby huey cos it smelled like pee at the top of the stairs, i closed the door once and the bartender came to open it up again. ok point taken buh-bye. I LOVE HOT PISS STINK. have you ever been in the bathrooms of max fish, it’s like a hot sauna of urine so sick, well, it wasn’t as bad as that but it was reminiscent of it and i cannot imagine trying to dig around in a baggy through that. also the fat nerd slobs would not vacate the couch area and it annoyed me like, you left your couch at home to go sit on a couch in this “cool” bar and you are so fantastically lazy you can’t be bothered to remove your empties you have to put them up on our (teeny) table of jackets? you didnt have enough room around that huge couch you had to take up our only space too? rude, toronto, you are fat and you are rude and you are lazy and you are getting on my last nerve and you all have the same winter boots. oh relax, only most of you are annoying.
i told fil before we left that i was going to just sit on the arm rest of the couch out of spite, fil said no. i am going to start a band called FIL SAID NO and we will play songs about rules and regulations and limitations. we will have zero fans and make zero money and have zero hits. good idea? maybe if we were called FIL SAID YES we’d make it.
oh and we bumped into alicia and she was wearing a new jacket that looks like my leather one and she would not let me take our picture together cos she was coasting on an alternate plane of reality (had to beat it out of there)(even though i put on MY jacket and got out my camera to snap one off)(ew i know sorry).
sigh.
siiiigh. this place is available too….
then i broke my self-enforced blacklist rule for karaoke at the fox and they had sent the karaoke host home cos it was dead (wasn’t) so we (i) inhaled nachos and played megatouch instead and now i am fat and depressed and still sick good day.
