didja know that steph and i had the same family hairdresser growing up, i swear everyone in mississauga went to angie.

i swear if summer doesn’t come back to stay i am going to flip the fuck out.

i have a new skirt i haven’t even been able to wear yet, got the wrong size, long boring story, anyway, i hear this week is supposed to be hot, and that better happen.

i nixed comments for the time being, i’m tired of the one retard posing as many, or the many, having airtime here. i swear i do something new, wear something new, anything, and some loser lies in wait every day just waiting to attack. i don’t make nearly enough money off this thing to warrant this daily abuse, i’m sick of it and sickened by it. i’m sorry it spoils the pot for the rest of us funny guys who like to talk about potato chips and pizza parties and kittens all day long, unfortunately there’s always a bitter betty who can’t deal with that, hates their life and apparently it’s my fault and the mere idea of my existence is not OK with them. i’ve public domained my life for 9 years (in november), nine years, practically everyday there is some shit waiting for me when i get up and i have to decide do i be the bigger guy and delete or do i explode on this piece of shit and give them what they want. it isn’t a matter of that cliche line OH EVERYONE ONLY WANTS TO READ NICE COMMENTS no dickhead that’s not what it is at all, it’s like this, why give someone the privilege to daily torment me, someone lesser than me, why allow them to get in my head? say all the cuckoo, pseudo-interesting & pointless things you want, just don’t waste my time with unnecessary opinions about my life cos you think you know me so well from reading this EDITED VERSION OF MY LIFE blog for a few years. i don’t have the energy to fight and address every dig that comes my way anymore, it’s tired, isn’t it, aren’t you tired of it? i know i am. how many times do i have to agree about my love handles or my big nose?

this blog is actual work believe it or not, coming up with material multiple times daily practically for free, for thousands of people and on top of that i have to take harassment? i’m sorry that’s not what i signed up for, no one has the right to speak to me like that, in real life there’s no way i would tolerate it so why here? and you know when blogging first started (and you don’t know this cos you weren’t around then) there wasn’t commenting, no blogger comments, no haloscan, it was very out there on your own, less insecure i think, cos you can just keep going freely embarrass the shit out of yourself and no one would say anything about it. if something was so pressing i would get an email, which you’d think would be the same for today, but no, these negative comments aren’t pressing at all, they’re meant to be fly by nite digs and insults while i’m either out LIVING MY LIFE WHICH THESE PEOPLE SHOULD BE DOING or WHEN I AM SLEEPING, both lame and sad moves.

there’s more to it i don’t feel like sharing here, just let it be known that i do not find it flattering at all to be impersonated or copied to a Tee for the sole purpose of getting my attention, it is an illness for someone to continuously do that, to not be their own person, it baffles me.

so, i dunno for how long commenting privileges will be down. this blog is about me, not you, i’m tired of being apprehensive about turning on my own fucking laptop every morning that’s ridiculous, like what is it going to be today? oh i’m a useless loser and my boyfriend can do better or i’m getting fat again or i’m an embarrassment etc and so on, what the shit is that? let me take a look at your lives and tell you what i think, make this fair FOR REAL. but no, you don’t have the balls for that.

as always i can be reached by email: raymitheminx@gmail.com

all the best, though for everyone else, and you know who you are, i sincerely hope you burn in hell, i would tell you to get a life, but we both know that is never fucking going to happen.

also, everyone who enjoyed reading comments and participating in the actual fun and funny discussions, thanks you, you sad, sad human.

sassephine: wah steph is also hiding behind aunti (like-a mee) cuz iz skurred of the BULLSHIT YOU HATERS SLING AT RAYMI EVERDAY.

sassephine: i am a perfect gay. except when i am fucking dudes.

because craig admires fil oh so much… scroll for it.

Hey Raymi,

Kris

finally took the plunge wheeeeeeee

fil bought them because he insisted on them, fine. 7.99 each from winners MY LIFE IS GOING TO CHANGE FOREVER!

this is what i wore on over to meet fil, i sent him ahead cos boy shopping is BORING.

i have to say it was a winner outfit and received lots of approving stares.

fil got a ton of awesome stuff too ok bye.

i blended the gay strawberries with a few plops of icing sugar and white wine, so good. for the egg whites i used the remainder of that thai yellow curry and some hot sauce, also fantastic. skipped on the green salsa, too many flavours going on and also it is kinda crap, quite pickly, not enough heat.

come party with my fat water retaining pig pants nite!

feeling it.

this is the part when i wanted to die.

RESCUE ME!

i told fil if he bought me a whiskey i would dance, even after downing it i still wasn’t in dance explosion mode, kinda hard tunes to groove to and sometimes the shy just takes over.

fil is in love with this shirt, brings out his inner-perv. anyway we went to lee’s last nite to see the ethers (amazing!) and before that some shit band that cleared out the already cleared out room, ugh brutal doesn’t even cover it. so it was still pretty dead once our buddies hit the stage i wanted to dance up front to make it seem more full, but no one in our party was down, well not exactly true, some people were dancing but not my kind of dancing where i dance alone and try and look as retarded as possible but with irony, i dunno, it backfired and i felt like i looked like my mom the entire time, so awkward. it was just for the last song. fil has a slew of pictorial evidence i can’t wait to cringe over.

before all that we picked up steph and brought her to the burbs, fil scheduled a haircut, yes he’s one of those has to drive to the edge of the world to their dentist/doctor/hairdresser types. steph gave me TWO pairs of old lady glasses! what a girl.

steroids much?

we went to the arms to kill time during that ridiculous downpour, all of which funneled itself onto my fucking soul from just dashing car to bar, steph choked and lingered way too long under the awning where all the tropical buckets of rain were sloshing the most she’s like WHAT DO I DO i’m like OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! so we had wine and a shot of ‘shclager to warm up cos i was seriously convulsively shivering and that weird thing when i lose circulation happens so my fingers lose blood, all colour, albino fingers, and go numb and steph was sopping wet head to toe. we also had spinach and artichoke dip.

fil’s babe cut.

loves hangin’ with the estrogen.

finally, someone loves me back!

cellphone sticker i stuck on my boot.

dead.

wicked dead, saturday nite shows are pretty much guaranteed to be a bust.

hi laura!

matt do you want to see mudhoney?

oh and it was so chilly out last nite we wore jackets and i brought my toque, i know, it’s bleedin’ august!

wait sorry, more like this:

JUST RELAX YOUR FUCKING FACES OFF FOR A SEC AND I’LL BE RIGHT DOWN TO PULL IT OUT OF THE WASHER MYSELF YOU PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE WEEKEND KILLJOYS WHOSE LIVES REVOLVE AROUND LAUNDRY THE ONLY REASON WE ARE DOING IT TODAY IS COS FIL IS OUT OF UNDERWEAR EVEN THOUGH HE HAS TEN MILLION PAIRS!

normally i never allow weekend loads cos it forces you to stick around a couple extra hours.