dude just has to cuddle any object chucked on the bed, i could put a dripping-in-blood chainsaw on it and he’d find a way to cozy on up.
oh and thanks everyone for the push-up bra quips THEY’RE NOT PUSH-UP BRAS just reg. bras with like a mile thick layer of foam. i’m not as flat as i look, the way my jublies party is like a wonky-eyed dude with both pupils pointing in opposite directions but when you stuff ‘em in a bra, up they go all that stretched-out overlooked area and BAM! i’m stacked. i’m also on period tits time at the moment.
blindness (click for trailer) – because losing vision is one of my many irrational fears, i would be so totally depressed if that happened, and terrified, and i would never get to look at myself in a mirror ever again (sob), or see fil’s face, sigh. after seeing beautiful things in this world having your sight taken away, ugh. worse than being deaf cos at least then you wouldn’t be alone in the dark. i always remember every scary movie involving blind girls, like jennifer eight, eek!
film 2:
hamlet 2. sass brought this up on sunday and it struck a chord, mostly cos i didn’t really know what the fuck she was talking about. i figure if sass shows interest in xyz pop culture i should make an effort to pay attention, she’s three years my junior, oh god i’m turning into one of those “you keep me young” chicks GROAN brutal!
I have been reading your blog since I first moved to TO in 2006. I had to leave in 2007 as my work visa was up but still read it every day, from the furthest point you can possibly be in the world from Toronto. If you are ever in doubt that your blog is a waste of time or effort just remember there is someone else (probably many someone elses for that matter) on the other side of the world who gets a kick out of you and your posts.
I also understand completely how the blog takes up so much time and how you change the way you think on a daily basis when you become a daily blogger (which sounds so retardo lame but hey I get it) so it makes me sad that people leave you shitty comments when something that’s so personal for you and in a way, probably quite cathartic and fun at the same time, turns into this bullshit place for people who have nothing better to do with their time other than to come and anonymously heckle. There’s nothing more spineless than an anonymous commenter. Except maybe a snail, do they even have spines?
Anyway keep up the blogging (doesn’t that sound like it should be on a button?) because despite the few pathetic losers out there who’ve got nothing clever to say, you’ve inspired a lot of people, including me, to stick with their blogs just by all the clever things you regularly say. and have also created your own form of virtual social forum via your blog comments. Take that FaceBook! Before this turns into anymore of an after school special I should probably stop.
I feel like a retard for writing this to you but hate to think you are feeling down about something that brings so much enjoyment to so many anonymous people who really appreciate it.
sassephine: as for the link you did about the comments Raymi, you are a national institution much like the CBC and Toronto Star now what with closing down comments
I can finally check yr blog from work thanks to the magic of google reader. yesssss. I love beating the system.
I miss the comment section on your blog even though I never really used it cause I didn’t want to sound like a moron and it’s like now that I can’t I have all this witty (I wish) commentary to be making. people suck in general and the internet is full of idiots
the people being jerks on the interweb propably don’t have the balls to even look you in the eye on the street yeah that doesn’t make it any better but anonymity = dickhead no matter what much respect for putting up with the bullshit as long as you have/did
anyway I am totally digging those red pant/tight things whatever you’re been wearing all over the place
we both did wii fit yesterday so shotgunning blackened potato salad was allowed, if i was somehow able to eat all the blackened potato salad i wanted and never get fat AND for free, i would give up blogging. it is that good and i’m not even getting paid to say this.
also a staple, the dipping sauce makes it, the name is escaping me right now no wait MONGOLIAN FIRE SAUCE.
capon wings oh god.
sassiscle’s new hello kitty jacket. i dinged my bell outside her window a hundred times and her little head pops out and goes HUWRO?
hurro.
HahhahahahAHHAHAHAAHHAhahahahahaha
hi i’m here for the special olympics.
a fine shirt.
good morning new skirt.
sass sez: you and uncy in that phote together looks like it could be out of a helmut newton shoot.
READY TO TAKE ON THE DAY. we went for coffee together this morning, fil turned to get on the subway but i convinced him to come with me and take the other end of the station entrance afterward, he acquiesced but said he had planned to follow me from behind and spy on me to see if boys were flirting with me, oh fil! he also told me that he has been watching squirrels for 33 years and the ones acting strange in the park this morning maybe ate something fermented (they were acting a bit off) just the way it came out i found really funny though, like all this time he had been making a point to watch squirrels?
which one did i get?
happy i didn’t buy it a few weeks ago when it was over ten bones, today on sale for six ninety-niner. ooh and don’t forget five dollars off from my shopper’s points. getting a deal is better than orgasms.
hey,
so i wasn’t gonna say anything, but that email/comment by erin in your latest post annoyed the shit out of me. not because you don’t deserve to be treated with respect, but because it always seems to be the assumption that people who make fun of anyone else are jealous of them (not to mention the extremely shallow nature of the comment). anyway, i’ve found it to be that people are usually just either malicious because they can be (free will, means, etc.), make comments simply to get a reaction, or are pretty, funny and smart themselves, but have some sort of inferiority complex. i don’t think it’s always jealousy otherwise, in my opinion and speaking for myself, they’d just walk away depressed and not say a word.
okay, i’m done.
bye. a.
i agree the jealousy thing is a wicked cliche but sometimes it’s true
i really dig fatrobot‘s work, i gave him some art advice and gallery tips (yeah i know, me, i did that?) and out of appreciation he is hooking me up with this rad piece of jewelery. fabulous. he’s making more so get on him for one.
fatrobot says this:
i made it out of sculpey, a hardening type of clay you bake it and then paint it etc, my son likes them my daughter doesn’t care my wife thinks i’m crazy my dog doesn’t say much my cat hates me
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raymi, The prettier, funnier and more likeable you are, the more THEY (losers who are so jealous they can taste it) hate you…you are perfect and I LOVE your blog. It’s so transparent that the only people who would lurk and say mean things about you are definitely trollishly ugly girls, chubby or downright fat, single, horny and desperate, working as cashiers or hostesses or some other job where they need to take out their frustrations on you… love erin
if you are hard up for comments or still want to say something, you can email it to me and if it is worthy i will put it in the relevant post.
Have you seen the commercials yet for the American version of “Kath & Kim”? Everytime I see Selma Blair, who plays the younger one (not sure if that’s Kath or Kim), I’m convinced she must be styled (and haircutted) after you. Photo attached. Hopefully she’ll try on outfits and take naked photos of herself in her bathroom as well. Cheers. P.S. Does your mom look like Molly Shannon?
i’ve been getting selma blair comparisons for years, yes, but this one takes the cake STOP STEALING MY LIFE AND PUTTING IT IN TV/MOVIES. ha. seriously holy shit. she’s awesome.
