we are going to my least favouritest venue tonite so fil can shoot a show, i almost got out of it to go see method man with an ex-flamish type dude i ran it by fil thinking no dice just wanna see how he reacts and he says why does this make me feel like i need to shit? gotcha brah. so i get to stand and hold up the bar all nite long at this loathesome joint while fil battles his way through hot (temp.) sweaty hipsters to take fotos of this band and the only way i can fight back is by wearing the success dress, but it’s going to be -4 overnight so i don’t know what to do. this is my white people problem of the day. good nite.
i think it’s about time i did my roots i’m starting to look bald/grey.
look it’s maddox! fil showed me this isp-revealing function i have in my statcounter, pretty fun to browse through all the companies you guys work at. i’m thinking of doing a post listing all the names. haha and then one by one they never show up again.
i’ll do the slutty girl’s toys post tomorrow during my hangover.
tony re-linked a letter i wrote to him september 28, 2004 before i started dating fil, and i was in a manic phase.
my jacket has backpack straps in it i was just thinking that i needed to show you guys how retarded it looks but fil jumped the gun for me, i got that jacket for free last year it’s 555soul.
the jacket is good for annexing a whole plot of space when in a sweaty concert crowd and people walk around it like it is a person or plough right through it cos it is black and then i get twirled around and get to be in a secret fight with someone all nite long and they don’t even know. hi can i look more creepy here?
christie‘s like ok lets look ugly and i was down but apparently she forgot to look ugly less than a second after she suggested it, if that’s your ugly face then i hate you.
merkley has a book in print of all his naked girl friends, you can pre-order it if you want, and you should cos there is only a limited quantity, 1111.
time to get fat.
meanwhile, cid and fil are on a moth-killing spree and bragging about it in my face for some reason.
i was trying to figure out ponytail w/o bangs and how to make my arm look like skeletor.
this tree near our place is magnificently red and i have been bossing fil to take pictures of it during the day when the sun shines on it and he hasn’t done it and now it is too late cos of last nite’s cold snap all the leaves curled up and died.
we are going backwards in time in case you didn’t know.
Christie: bahahaha my mom in response to your site
me: oh no
Christie: “she’s very pretty! Is she okay talking about her period on the internet though? She sounds just like you. I bet you two are a handful” on the phone just now i am in tears laughing.
me: aw! i love her
Christie: i told her that she would love you
me: awwwww
Christie: she is like ‘well she looks like someone who can keep up with you’
there is a maxim party next friday i want to go to get me in if you can.
R, Since rawr fish is your fav (and mine), here is some in your hot little elfin magic hands. Ta, H
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before you run your mouth, i bought that hat FOR CHARITY and this band called opopo “designed” it and many others for last nite’s steamwhistle bands party, five bucks, every hat was different and more fucked than the next, you missed out. sorry for not spreading the word enough DON’T BLAME PERIOD PANTS!
then we went to elliott brood at lee’s, awesome, and of course missed the song i’m in the video for.
my tits hurt too much to write about my movie theatre experience last nite, period tits. fil squashed one earlier cos he knew that it would hurt then i clocked him in the shoulder twice with a lefty, my only regret is not punching harder. i feel like my tits are having their own period. GOD! i keep picturing the insides of them like a half oh nevermind it’s too futuristic for you. we traded wii zelda for super paper mario with rene. fil is playing it now. we spent 30 dollars on prosciutto pepperoni and two cheeses at this butcher near rene’s place and turns out we knew the dude. he said i looked different but fil looked the same so the whole way home i stared at my face in the mirror trying to figure out what the fuck THAT meant? our mini-adventure was sherway gardens for fil to go to the apple store to exchange his mouse then we walked around for a bit and got existential and then i pretended to cry and said it hurts my feelings when i don’t spend any money at a mall. after that went to toys ‘r us so i could take pictures of slutty toys for girls and felt paranoid the entire time thinking i would get told off about it, everytime i heard a page on the intercom i counted backwards from ten expecting a tap on the shoulder, but no one cared. i felt simultaneously overwhelmed and bummed out, there are only so many burns you can make about bratz dolls and there were 5 aisles of the stuff.
we had lunch at ikea, fil ate the meatballs meal and i had salmon lox and a salad blah bla something annoying happened and then i felt this way about it and here is a hilarious moral etc etc etc.
i am reading sundays with vlad right now and it is hilarious, i very much so recommend it. i’ll share my full thoughts when i am finished, for now here is some other guy’s review that i didn’t read.
leslie accidentally ordered two jackets or something, or fucked up the sizes, anyway, she sent me one because she is trying to turn me into her.
ignore the eggs barf circling the drain, pictures of that concoction to come. cid looks high.
seriously.
these guys are the nosiest bitches ever.
hiding all day greasy face.
it fits, it just makes me look flatter than i already am so basically concave.
and this is as high as i can lift my arms hahahahaha.
FAT GUY IN A LITTLE COAT, FAT GUUUY IN A LEEEEETLE COOOOOAT!
i think i can now qualify for pixyland.org thanks monstergirl!
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why is the new version of gmail so fucking terrible and slow? also, i am putting the MUCH dance 2008 cd on my itunes (shut up) and all the tracks come up as untitled, SERIOUS flaw. what’s more brutal is how much does that dj dance mix where one song eats into the other one and cos everything is untitled it’s scattered in itunes so sean kingston (shut up) at the end of beautiful girls (shut up!) gwen stefani’s (SHUTYOURMOUTHNOW!) now that you got it is sliced in half. that is all. why did i even write this?
i did not buy this cd fyi.
dear gwen, don’t rap, stick to perfume and singing like betty boop and being completely fucking insane i love you.
we are about to embark on a mini-adventure and when i return i will share a story with you about how the universe exists solely to irritate me in movie theatres.
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Raymi,
I’m a longtime reader of your blog, and I wanted to send you a comic I drew recently. I think a few years ago on your blog you made a comment that you wanted to kick fil “to the moon.” Anyway, that saying stuck with me, and it became a bit of a joke between my friends, so I recently turned that hilarious phrase into a ridiculous comic, and thought you might get a kick out of it. And no, this was not drawn by a 6 year old who’d taken a few too many cracks at the Ritalin bottle, it’s just pure talent and a shitty mouse.
Keep on rockin the interweb and kicking the commentary to the moon and back again…
oh from the above group shot i just remembered we actually went to the tap for a nitecap shot, yeah, so necessary at that point.
ew gross.
if you tell me fil is hot i will kill you because i already know that and you are a horny slut loser in fact this is what fil’s facebook profile status has to say if he wants to use this picture.
