trimmed my ends, what i do is separate my hair down the back of my head and put each part over my shoulder to the front and usually i cut one side shorter than the other, as i did yesterday, feh. when your hair is that long who even notices that?
fil didn’t want to take my picture because his toe is broken (crabby) then the most obnoxious (bipolar) chick ever came in with her friends and was trying to impress the room with her cool (bipolar) anecdotes. at one point i said to fil we were listening to stuffwhitepeoplelike right now because she was talking about OH IN CHINA bla bla blah. also a gaggle of girl’s nite out (in) chicks came to pick up their take out and left the door open TWICE i almost ran out after them and screamed at them, didn’t. i even got the adrenaline surge like ok i’m going to DO something now.
guess who lost more weight? fuck now i get how much you hate girls who blog about that shit, whatever, i’m working really hard you know, so eat it.
i should warn you that this post consists of like 20 more pictures of me.
we drink nag drinks now which = white wine + ice cubes haha.
my thumb is the same size as fil’s pinky.
morning.
feed me time or i turn into a purring nest in your lap.
i thought i’d introduce you to my new friend HITMANCHON from youtube, have you noticed the fine calibre that fuckin’ place produces?
hitmanchon has this to say about my lake of fire sing a long in the car (which to be fair i am butchering purposely after singing the majority of the songs off unplugged during a long car ride):
HITMANCHON You fucken suck blg black dicks! How could you possibly sing that awful you really ruined that song hope you never sing another one of Nirvanas’ song.
to which i replied: oh go lose some weight and make some friends.
only because i learned from his profile he has a myspace account too, “hitman509″ oh great one of these types and it’s private, of course it is, internet lunatic shit slinger’s profiles are always private.
i had to tell him on one of his videos just to be sure he knew i reacted to his comment: raymilauren you are a fat 16 year old pile of shit you don’t know your ass from your elbow you were two fucking years old when kurt blasted himself NEXT.
then i noticed he left me this comment on my karaoke jam to where did you sleep last nite (oh please) don’t you know the rule of talking to me if you’re a kid? it’s DON’T.
HITMANCHON
Your such a fucken Redneck!
obvs kid has never been invited to a halloween costume party before anyway, i shall keep you abreast of the situation once hitman gets home from school.
i get loads of narsty nirvana comments ps. something about that band makes people cray cray territorial, competitive and possessive like come on, get past it already, who are you me in grade 6?
we drove to orillia yesterday and had beers on a patio, then we had beef jerky and doritos for dinner and went to the pbj show, it was pretty good, i thought they were drunk maybe.
i think i started to draw the world then got bored and had some ruffles and gingerale. you know, waspy snack attack.
my battery was dying so no these are not drunk fuck-up shots, arty pretentious or anything like that, i am not that cool.
as we were leaving the steamwhistle this chick goes to wendi where are you going wendi says to the kooks the girl goes, the gooks? then we, pitt especially, explode in laughter that lasted five minutes. (i look a little mangled in these pics)
doubt it, dicks who are dicks spend years refining themselves.
remember when i dreamed about pepsi and then i bought some? of course you do cos you think about me all the time.
you are going to love this HARD then hate me then LOVE me then gain four pounds.
anyway, i wish i could be one of those people who shuts up cos then i would have this massive entourage waiting for that special moment when i open my mouth and all passively say hey, and everyone nods furiously in agreement that they GET IT.
yeah people get mental when i show up and defend myself in their shit slinging forum
i DID feel like i was being watched that nite tho and normally i chalk it up to being self involved and crazy and fil never believes me when i say people are staring at me so
these geniuses get in a limo from the victory. THE VICTORY. A LIMO.
at this point i will mention that i have the brutalist fucking beer goggles in all of the lands i REALLY thought he looked like joaquin phoenix and i still do
maybe i should call rogers and change my plan afterall or demand a free phone this is bananas if i added up all the money i gave those skeeves since i was 19 i could buy an ice cream truck like cheech and chong and have adventures and ice cream and pick up junkies.
oh yeah i also wanted to tell you about cid and i’s favourite game it’s called SEE HOW MANY TIMES I CAN SPEED PET HIM AFTER HE WAKES UP FROM A NAP BEFORE HE PSYCHOTICALLY FLIPS OUT ALL OVER MY ARM.
about 6 in the morning i got up to wizz and when i went back to bed cid (purposely) got between the bed and myself and i totally tripped launched swan-dived into bed (from the doorway, so like three feet!) and hit my shin on the wood part around the box spring what a fucking DICK i’m trying to decide what sort of favour i should return today, i already took my sweet ass time unloading the dishwasher (filmed part of it) the tinkling sounds of the plates and glasses and cutlery totally makes his skin crawl, we think it tickles his ear drum, but anyway he is the moron who insists to sit as close as possible to the kitchen while i unload the dishwasher he’s like oh fuck i hate you and i hate this but i am NOT missing it for the world, just like the pricks who say my blog is garbage BUT YOU’LL BE BACK TOMORROW TO MAKE SURE IT IS STILL GARBAGE!
one time i wrote about cid and sophie (or ollie) the dog the week we babysat fil’s mom’s dogs and we brought cid over and i said it was funny watching cid slap sophie, and some chick in my comments thought cid was a person and i was blogging about how funny it is that this person slapped a dog so she got all THAT IS NOT FUNNY!
bunless webers for dinner chased down with peameal
i was starving and impatient so i had my burger and peameal separately as in actually chased my patty with the peameal oh right you care.
then off to rent a movie. downstairs in the lobby all the owners were partying down for their annual make fil and raymi use the side door to avoid their wine breath and refreshments meeting. they’re putting in a guest unit in the sauna area in the gym wtf how is this going to affect exercise time and why didn’t they ask my permissions!
i can’t wait to be reunited with my old man bicycle.
mural at the vegetarian restaurant, my weber peameal chaser just wasn’t enough.
we rented gone baby gone. i sided with casey affleck in his decision to do the right thing, very uncharacteristic of me, fil sided with his gf, in the end i changed my mind.
i knew i should have uploaded these pics to my own account. they were garbage while they lasted, sorry guys.
oooh i smell a new the notebook! the stone angel looks so endearing, gill lets go see this together (i’m having withdrawals from your loud sniffle cry sounds). too bad ellen page is in it though, sigh. fil and i still have to use that 50 dollar movie card you gave me rilah, i’m trying to gauge how bitchy i am and if i can deal with a movie theatre tonite or not.
i finally wrote a rebuttal in defense of my COOL PEOPLE DON’T DANCE AT CONCERTS bathroom stall remark.
everyone’s all oh you’re a square, you don’t feel it, squares don’t dance HERE’S A DRAWING OF A SQUARE! retards. yeah ether bunny/internets i know your script.
liam titcomb played last nite i forgot to mention it no matter i felt like an ugly cow all nite long and was bitchy cos of it. i was hating on this one chick who had her hands in her pockets and a really long dumb hippie bag (come on, down to her goddamn knees!) and she’s trying to play it all casual above it all groovy like (total nerd) and i wasn’t buying it, and brad says well maybe she’s nervous, no sorry. later on in the john i am about to tag my name somewhere in my stall and i overhear someone slagging liam! so i put my pen away and bust out to see this laid back honky washing her hands talking shit about my pal, and no i didn’t jump on her, some other woman was in my way and we had to do the hokey pokey excuse me oh ahha excuse me around our purses and the cloth drying implement so couldn’t scratch her eyes out, i think i was mostly mad because she had the audacity to have her hands in her pockets and bad hair to boot. she said she liked the drummer and played with him, what a cunt, as if you wouldn’t blast liam in a second. i tried to find her again outside cos i wanted her to know that she was the biggest poseur i’d ever seen. no dice.
