i didn’t drop it or anything, i think the battery is cacked or finally the camera itself is. GREAT. PERFECT TIME OF THE YEAR FOR THIS AWESOME WICKED RADICAL. went for a tan, took a few stupid pics of myself as uje and then the lens just wouldn’t close. met up with fil for thai basil and all the waitresses and waiters gave me crabby looks cos i chose a four seat table for the two of us. oh whatever it wasn’t even busy there. now my stomach is goofy feeling and i have a dumb tan line on my back (deciding to purposely have tan lines cos i’m a 70’s porn star all of a sudden?)(in my head)
the grinch who stole christmas is on right now (magical) but i am totally bitter and stressed and hatin’ on this season everything keeps goin’ wrong, little things adding up, like for instance, combining my cell bill and rogers on demand cable together without my asking for it calling them up and making my voice sound as crotchety as possible on the voice detect operator thing-a-whatever and then feeling immediately guilty about it once the female robot voice responded back all cheery.
we rented step brothers. will ferrel you better deliver the same canned shit you always do I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO USE MY BRAIN ONCE OVER THE NEXT 1.5 HOURS.
i did not notice the boner or the fact that it was a money card. thanks fil.
fil don’t smudge it k i won’t. ugh. i put in a fiver to be funny. the mom sucks is in reference to this. when my dad read this card out loud to us he was like wow it’s just like a movie everyone was killin’emselves laughing, when he got to the mom sucks part my mom went WHAT!?!?
i forget what look i was going for yesterday, drugged?
since laying eyes on damon’s shoes many many years ago i decided i will not die until i acquire something like them. i think i have a few times over by now, old man shoes on girls fetish colour me guilty.
this is my impression of you.
are we there yet?
beej face.
that brie was really fuckin’ good.
supermarket garlic bread cannot be beat, am i alone in wanting to eat it as is or like smearing the garlic butter all over my face and hair and body?
dad if you don’t find that DAD sweater ornament i am going to tear apart your house looking for it.
my brother was all DID YOU TAKE PICTURES OF MY ROOM once i came out after a teeny little break, no, but i did when i first arrived OF MYSELF not your room, egomaniac. funny how people never ever change, my brother is so possessive and territorial of his shit, me i could care less go through my stuff, i do not care, let me know if you find anything good. if i ever busted into my brother’s room as teenagers and so much as moved a book one hair of an inch, he’d know and flip the hell out. dude there isn’t anything worth photographing in your room other than my reflection. chill man. fil has him for kris kringle, i think he should get him some kind of furniture to fill up space.
asked if i could borrow this, guess what the answer was. too funny seeing as i leant him my copy of about a son over a year ago no problem.
delicious carrot cake my aunt made.
shirt matchy.
fil and my brother were both wearing sweat hoodies and i kept getting confused when either one would call my name, make fun of me, etc etc.
hahahah nice.
as much as things appear to change they really do remain the same, comforting. this was a good christmas warm-up practice. mental note, bring more wine, drink less the nite before
happy birthday dad xo.
oh yeah we watched the zohan movie and believe it or not it isn’t at all terrible, we were surprised. the ads were misleading. it is safe to rent it, trust me.
ok so i still have two tickets to give away for this:
so what you have to do to win is either 1. make a youtube video proclaiming my amazingness however you want, explaining why you are deserved of attending this wicked holiday party or 2. design a raymi blog background or 3. bribe me somehow
you have til whenever i decide it’s over to complete these tasks. go!
ps. the ding dong who googled ‘site:raymitheminx.blogspot.com for-sale’ wtf. desperate much? it’s not happening.
awwwwwwww some more. i should have taken a picture of fil trying to read it hahaha.
porno sounds massager.
bowie was there.
my new anxiety buddy, well not new but just a new thing we have in common, hurray.
warm-up, i sang four beatles songs too. thanks for humouring that andrew.
the only things matt cares about are socks and shoes.
this moment is brought to you by LIKE A PRAYER just you wait for the video. warning, white chick dance moves. this is so humiliating but sorry totally what happens when like a prayer comes on, even though i requested it. i still love it though. at the end you can see how the gravity of the embarrassing dance situation finally sinks in and i am torn between ending the video or keepin’ on. ending wins.
i was really trying to embody madonna with my moves, her elaine-type shuffle thing then i got insecure and thought maybe people think that’s how i really dance. i have just been informed that the single ladies dance party was too dark on camera. PHEW.
my cousin vic came with an old long time friend of hers i remember them when they were little annoying dweebs that i and her older sister razzed on a ton, crazy to see her all grown up and she’s movin’ around the corner from us.
i was taught how to stripper dance compliments of ali and how to give a lapdance too and then everyone pulled out their stupid cameras and phones so we halted that. my thighs and abs feel really tight now!
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andrew’s wife kari totally convinced him on this piece, i think the whole fam is happy about it. thanks guys you’re rather swell.
dan and his lady friend from mtl came out yay and bought me many glasses of wine.
a horny moment in time.
dave could not resist the cigarettes. ps. guess how many times we talked about my smoking rant post last nite, and we as in you guys. ugh. haha.
another reason why i do not smile.
big waitress moment like in a movie i screamed out fifty fuckin’ times. she sang keep on rockin’ in a free world amazingly. knew all the lyrics and everything i still went on up afterward. stupidly.
it was a great time, great great time, even when i was like fuck this lets go home, still great. sorry* if you missed it.
COME COME COME COME COME! i have some fresh zits on my chin for you to look at, snakebite zits.
painted it anyway, i’m sure someone will take pity on its fucked up leg, someone who smokes lots of weed and is missing eyeballs perhaps?
butterface is now complete.
i didn’t want to change my blog around today so i could work more on art which actually means yes i want this extra procrastination gift so i let the nerdery convince me of taking the leap today but i at least have come up with some new painting ideas. (in my head) (in the shower) (like half an hour ago) last minute creation has always been my style. give me weeks and weeks to obsess and stress and fear and be uptight over some thing i’m supposed to do and then the nite before/day of i’m sitting on the couch hunched over like a crazy spazz.
