november 2007 archives
i was supposed to be plaster of paris, no one knows what that is.
hanging at the mod club is funny cos there are always ginos there waiting for you to leave.
i’m kind of really into this retarded porn depiction of women that dude’s conjure up hi single forever step into reality sometime before you are fat bald and 50?
suburban malls feel like different planets, really shitty different planets.
this is my first thank you present for casting votes and has nothing to do with me being a loser with no friends.
this blog sucks you are so boring i will be back tomorrow to make sure you are still boring!
more blog voting garbage.
gf is my gf.
november 2006 archives part deux
my 2girls1cup deflowering.
not to make you guys jealous or anything but i bought vanilla ice cream to put in my espresso
i’m trying to even have stockholm syndromesque feelings toward her but i cannot
merkley???: laymi the finx
this game is kind of ridiculous, you are basically in a frat house party from the 80’s and you keep breaking make-believe goblets of wine and smashing entire bottles of scotch and you have to take a drink on every square you land on.
within the frame the mirror leans slightly forward from the top, thus making it a fat mirror
i bought xmas cards because i am a grown-up now.
dermatology party
i should have been a stripper.
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i love going out with a non-bang.
winners is good though it kind of makes me feel crazy to walk in there and you can see madness in everyone else’s eyes too.
so those sasquatchenans can shut their ugly fucking faces up.
ok this one’s the winner, not because of quality but cos of the humour which i hinted at was important.
where are you liane!? i miss you!
whatevs.org linked me!
254648697953 is how many glasses of wine i drank last nite.
hangover, party of 1.
this girl behind the wheel mouths O.MY.GAWD and fil says i think she knows you do you know her and i see her mouth RAYMI so i open the door and say hi? and she says are you raymi oh my god what are you doing here?
i feel like a thousand pounds looking at this picture.
i think it’s been awhile since i’ve shared with you’s guys a pointless some guy fucked up raymi story so here we go.
from one of your stalkers
losers who say there aren’t any trees in toronto can blow me this is the view outside of our window i can’t see the park because of all the fucking trees in the way.
i am on a strict no-breads diet for the rest of the week starting right after i just shoved a doggy bag pizza crust in my mouth ok starting NOW!
fil was mean fil that nite do you know how annoying it is to get lectured by glassesface?
free stuff, free shows, and people telling you how awesome you are.
i am feverishly checking every blog i read right now.
fil’s grandmother’s sister’s diary from 1924.
stay tuned for something wickedly embarrassing, you guys owe me HUGE for this one.
CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGE!
and yet, another reason i was a boyfriendless tween.
favouritest comic panel EVER.
GO TEAM HOUSEWIFE GO GO GO!
holy shit my nose was huge last nite.
scowling cos no matter how many times i clean the mirror it is always dirty.
then he says well is yoko famous?
because it was totally my goal to look like a sexual-identity confused low self esteem looks like a girl guy.
four bitches plus fil plus fishes plus nachos plus drunk
i haven’t even been able to watch it from beginning to end it is so brutal.
we are about to embark on a mini-adventure and when i return i will share a story with you about how the universe exists solely to irritate me in movie theatres.
she sent me one because she is trying to turn me into her.
we had lunch at ikea, fil ate the meatballs meal and i had salmon lox and a salad blah bla something annoying happened and then i felt this way about it and here is a hilarious moral etc etc etc.
before you run your mouth, i bought that hat FOR CHARITY
i was trying to figure out ponytail w/o bangs and how to make my arm look like skeletor.
my jacket has backpack straps
pretty fun to browse through all the companies you guys work at.
