spoken by probably the dumbest chick i have ever seen.
then later she says well sorry i’m not 80 years old.
yeah yeah you’ve already seen season 2, canada gets your recycled garbage a ways after, it doesn’t make it any less valuable though. rock of love is probably my favourite show in the universe, aside from king of queens, hope & faith, full house and i forget the rest. i watch a lot of bad television, sorry guys. if it’s bad for you, then it’s good for me.
thanks to king of queens, fil and i have an irritating repeat what the other person says in a stupid voice game we play. ex: i am going to the bathroom (i say) you’re going to the bathroom (fil says at me). i know! (i say) you know! (fil says) on and on until i explode.
in other news i look like a fucking muppet.
i am uploading a ten minute video right now PLEASE WORK!
oh just this guy dragging our bikes the weekend we were away, no biggie, just trying to steal them is all. i have loads more up close of his face. there’s more to the story that i cannot share here unfortunately cos it is supes juicy! anyway, burn on that guy and thank god one of those bikes was busted at the time, he couldn’t twist fil’s lock apart so he dumped them with the rest of the bikes, idiot move you lazy thief, couldn’t put them back where they came from, had you done that we wouldn’t have known you ever came. how’s jail?
we dropped in on the new sobeys that opened yesterday SO PUMPED ABOUT IT!
and then all was not good in the hood. i think it was because i hadn’t eaten all day and no i’m not starving myself, just no energy to go out and eat and i’m fookin’ stressed so no appetite then you have yourself a mountain of loaded nachos and voila, sicktown. i did’nae barf though. i thought it might have been food poisoning but fil kept on truckin’ through so it wasn’t that and it wasn’t booze cos i barely had a little glass of white. anyway my nacho video is processing right now for shedoesthecity which i think is funny, here put this on your site but don’t tell them i was almost violently ill afterward! i think someone said once that if you don’t eat carbs for awhile and then you do, your stomach is not havin’ it. i now apply that theory to everything. i’ma try and make a red thai soup video tonite to make up for this.
what else what else, oh yeah we watched hell’s kitchen while eating our mountain of gold, and holy shit that show stresses me oot! who is scarier, chef ramsay or the guy who trained chef ramsay and made him cry? (what’s his name?) also, i am super happy the homophobic sexist drunk old man piece of shit was asked to leave for constantly antagonizing the gay guy, calling him a shirt lifter? what the fuck is that, and on tv! idiot! he had been pissing me off from day one, typical cliche old white guy who likes to sit around talking about the good ole politically incorrect days and after a glass of wine is an abusive monster, going on and on about not liking being told he CANNOT say certain things, which brings to mind an awkward situation that happened recently that i can’t really blog about. point being, the world has changed and now the onus is on you to adapt to it and not for the world to adapt to your dusty old-timey notions. it is NOT ok to be a piece of shit in a room full of white people and be secretly racist or display your catalogue of various terms for poofter when a homosexual is present and say it in a way that they are forced to bend and be polite about it, you manipulative twat.
ps. can you tell it’s getting chillier? can you feel it in your bones like i can?
Just gonna tell a quick story here, regarding why what Raymi does is valuable, important – keep it very simple, a personal penance for past (haha). I hope none of you are diabetic. I’m not even talking value creatively, artistically – I could talk about that, but that part shows itself all over this blog, some of the other positive ramifications don’t. Some quick background: I’m about a year or two younger than Raymi, male, and I usually enjoy this blog unseen and unheard. So I’m kind of a ghost out there, and I bet there are lots of others. I grew up in the ‘burbs, wanted to go into business as of the end of highschool (got a 99% in highschool business), went of to a university known for its conservatism, elitism. University of Wealthy Ontarians; because every fratboy and platinum blonde in the place was rich and from the GTA, everyone. But over the summer before I shipped out a few things happened – I discovered some interesting literary fiction, some righteous philosophic/political non, and raymitheminx. All of these things worked concertedly to bring about some big existential changes, a florescence which is still developing, and of which I’m pretty appreciative. Raymi played a big part in this. Her blog exhibited someone – and I mean fully exhibited, that part was important – who had come from suburban wasteland to the big city, was doing what she wanted to do, was successful, and wasn’t taking shit from anyone. I could explain this more, but I’m keeping it relativley short. I’m not some crazy internet nut, I don’t treat anything as sacred, and leave myself beholden to no one. But take that as is, consider that.
Thats kind of what I mean when I say Christ of sniveling hipsterdom. So even your smashing of haters, cretins, on here has positive value too. Must be fucking tough, but don’t stop, its big stuff, grand.
so lost another kid to the dirty 30s. sigh and yes, dirty thirties is the sickest term, if you know a better and more apt rhyming word, let me know. flirty thirties? EWWW. if you use that one i’m sorry, friendship denied.
she appeared out of nowhere.
look, an old man is talking, lets listen.
quite the green thumb.
lookin’ haggard from my 4.30am queasy couch surfing.
BLAH IT’S FOLLOWING ME!
treebeard?
oh jade.
garage sale gem.
she’s always got the what the fuck is going on look.
check my roots, no greys yet, just golden guys what look white.
good thing my shirt has a built-in baby hammock whatever those new yuppie parents are all about, papoose? no that’s on your back. ugh hahaa whatever.
raymi’s guide to party anxiety, play with the animals or the small children, come out looking like mary magdalene, oh wait, she was a hooker. nevermind. come out looking like her anyway.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
i know right, are you puking yet?
ha nice goblet of white wine, i swear i was takin’er easy for real. MEAN IT.
babe alert.
cheeky monkeys.
a well-deserved injury after whipping me in the ankle with a tennis ball (can’t aim for shit, or can?) and i also learned that fil could juggle. or i knew this before in the beginning awkward stage of our courtship and just forgot about it, he tried to perform a juggling routine once and couldn’t hack it. anyway i was all ooh juggling boner and fil was all really?! doot dee doot doot doot! (juggling sounds). so this injury was accidental, we had a bunch of tennis balls we were playing catch with and naturally the dog was spazzing out monkey in the middle and finally got fil.
