does anyone know if the renovations at the h&m on bloor are finished yet?
last nite i interviewed george for the music therapy trust fund at the steamwhistle for weaselpalooza’s fundraiser/silent auction, gill came at me and said hey strombo’s coming interview him. what? me? ok! what? i was going to wing it and try to be funny and ask some dumb question but then i saw this other girl writing things down AND she had some sort of recording device what!? so melodie gave me a few questions cos my mind was totally blank and off i went. hey hi how are you remember me oh yeah great what are you doing here oh you know jusshangin’ ok i’m going to ask you some questions now blalblabllalaha. i recorded it with my camera, and half way through that kid rock guy (the original, you out of torontonians have no idea, but we have our own kid rock here, it’s true, before kid rock was kid rock, WE had kid rock) shows up and shoves his camera in george’s face i’m all uh interview going on here. george is buddies with our friend jeff marek, who now hosts hockey night in canada on sirius satellite radio, and also looks like christian bale, so we had to tell george that his friend looks like batman, here is the original post where i expose jeff’s baleness, excuse the full on haggardness of my face in that one picture, yikes!
this is what our kid rock looks like, he has a website too, i don’t want to link to it, you can just google it:
he’s basically like russell oliver aka the cash man, a total fucking institution, for the sole reason of over the top and constant self-promotion.
we caught a new commercial for russell oliver on the spanish channel last nite when we were looking for porn, the dude knows his audience, this specific commercial stars russell and a few slutty chicks partying down to techno music and a bunch of cheesy graphics.
fil had a nap before we went out.
so at this auction i bid on like 10 things, i was out of control, those bright white lights and the fresh pages in front of all the items, and the jack daniels, and the pens, yeah totally i need a melted vinyl record molded into a bracelet, and fil, he needs a 200 dollar guitar signed by lenny kravitz (that was his doing, he said he was going to flip it on ebay, i’m glad he was outbid on that). i won nothing. not even the fucking girl’s movie night dvds that i was first to bid on and was expressly told there were three sets for that (WENDI I WANT MONA LISA SMILE!) all i wanted was to see my stupid name on that power point thing at the end. sigh.
other than all that it was a complete fucking gong show which equals totally awesome time, everyone got sloppy and stupid, i had a lot of fun, and there were lots of fancy snacks! next time can you assholes tell me to take off my media badge necklace though, i missed the memo on that, holy umburrussing!
oysters!
so much for my diet!
i almost bid on that bag of chocolate, then i remembered i’m not a fat ass, and i don’t like chocolate. i’d give it to my dad.
i didn’t win that kurt painting either.
so glad he didn’t win this.
oh and here are my big hangover tits the second i woke up this morning, yeah yeah they’re not colossal, over it already.
eskimo hangover.
everyone went to wrongbar, we didn’t go, it was 20 after 1, we were already cocked and just wanted to go home and bang, and we did. brad was so junked up (drunk) he told me he was going to karate chop me in my fucking face, that kid weighs like 93lbs i threw him into a wall with one finger. oh and he forgot to get the jagermeister underwear he won out of my purse and fil is wearing it right now, with the matching t-shirt i won for him, burn on brad.
what did you kids get up to last nite?
good news i found this year’s suit
then to set the mood, slip into the evening seamlessly like so
raymi, imagine these pics of kurt with sawed up shotguns around him for a frame…(even though she killed him)… mike p.s. sorry im not fil when it come to takin pictures..jeeze… p.s.s. whats this movie thingymajig all about?
things be messy in these hurr parts right now, sorrskies. the main reason i finally carried this shit over is 1. moohla (advertisers are panty waists and prefer sleeker lame boring templates that your grandma can easily navigate) and 2. the previous posts function at the bottom of my blog. i know this thing takes forever to load and there’s lots of murturial you’s guys’s wants to peruse at yous’s own leisures, and the ancient blog template i’ve been milkin’ since before you even knew what a fucking blog was, was not down with that. so here we go, welcome to web 2 point fucking oh, or whatever you dicks think some new internet phenomenon is right now, which actually isn’t.
it’s going to be sloppy the next day or so, so don’t blow your heads off, you can still email me all your fascinating opinions at raymitheminx@gmail.com until my geekslave puts haloscan back up for me. nite!
look at caller id, oh great it’s rogers (they’ve been hounding me for months now, to discuss my long-standing customer loyalty with them, they don’t leave messages, and when i call back i get the switchboard, or when i do pick up i am greeted by ten seconds of dead air before someone greets me wtf!?)
them: oh ok thanks is there anything else i can help you with today?
me: yes, can you stop calling me? you guys keep calling and calling and calling, if i am interested in something in the future, i, will call you. ok thank you.
them: oh ok thanks
me: yes thank you
*click*
sometimes i’ll get three calls in a day, from the same number, different person, everyday, and then every other day FOR THREE MONTHS HOLY SHIT STOP HARASSING ME IF YOU WANT ME TO REMAIN A CUSTOMER THEN FUCK OFF!
i remember one of the first calls i received i was out at dinner, it was loud, i basically said i am happy with my service at the moment, i do not need to change anything, thanks, and you’d think it would have ended there right?
if you are calling to discuss how loyal i am you should say we are going to reward you with a free blackberry or something (i’ve been a customer since i was 19) not greet me with a gigantic blast of silence then muffled sounds and speak to me like you’re hiding in a closet from burglars.
i will be a quarter century (oh fuck) old this coming march 31, so we are trying to plan some retarded colossal big blow-out party, and you’re all invited, so, if you were to come, on which day would you vote for it to be? the 31st is a monday so that’s out. please vote in this poll:
i had to explain to fil the other day WHY it is wrong to use the word premenstrual to explain why your girlfriend had a bad time at a concert, to which i said no i used the premenstrual thing as an excuse to make him feel less bad about the entire scene sucking so hard and actually the bad mood was from no carbs or booze and girls wearing goggles on their heads and boys barefoot in dresses and huge spectacles and it being an ALL AGES show. me, i prefer embittered hostile old drunks who can’t be bothered to broadcast their enjoyment. fil was basically like, we went to a show, i had a good time, but raymi didn’t cos she is a PSYCHO HOSE BEAST PERIOD MONSTER BLEEEARGH! that’s how the girl reads it, that’s how all girls read it, and it makes me feel embarrassed, and reducing my shitty time to being premenstrual is just insulting, even if it were true, it certainly isn’t anybody’s right to say so.
then when out for dinner with britt and gill i told them about this and their eyes bulged out of their heads. i think fil got it, even though i know he still doesn’t get it, he at least gets the reaction it derives from the chicks.
so after that we of course regaled him with tales of PERIOD FARTS and PERIOD BOWEL MOVEMENTS and BLOOD and other wonderful stuff i can’t remember at the moment, maybe he can?
Phil: ha ew thankfully i have eaten already
me: ungh what else were we talking about
Phil: shedding of the uterine wall i said that oh
me: ewwwwwwwwwwwwww
Phil: sloughing of the dead uterine cells
me: EWWWWWWWWWWWW
Phil: yep i kicked it up a notch and made it grosser
ancient msn chat from when i was 21 and a total dickhead. not much has changed.
i caught two interesting things on CMT (country music television) last nite i thought hope&faith was on, but instead some music video thing was and the video was scrunched up in the middle of the screen so people’s text messages could ticker along the bottom of the screen (why they couldn’t play over the video i don’t know). now here are the two interesting text messages that stood out the most for me:
1. I LIKE MY CHICKEN FRIED
and
2. COME AND GET SOME
um, the correlation between country music and the IQ of those who listen to it, has that been studied yet?
green thai curry? mussels with far too much cilantro dumped all over. not bad, but not blow my mind amazing either. are mussels ever that good?
fil’s pathetic quesadillas so thin they don’t even register in this picture, the waitress tried to warn him, i think these things (for 8 bones) are a goddamn insult. i gave him my bread to sop up my mussel sauce and asked for more.
britt’s shitty caesar salad and chicken satays.
tiffany’s vegetarian pad thai, purely awful.
gill’s bunless burger, also on the no carbs bandwagon (as is britt).
waiting all day for dinner, thinking about it, lovingly pouring over the restaurant’s menu online a few times, and then having your expectations totally below par met, is enough to make one blow their top. we didn’t complain, just simply never dining there again. get it right rivoli, your food is terrible, over priced and passe.
britt’s jack and 7 limes dessert.
oh hai.
oh great loudmouth old guy next door is at it again.
