kristin secretly threw this into my bag at magic pony.
ipod holder i bought for fil at canzine fest 2005 that i now use for my camera you care.
e sushi (bathurst/bloor) always get it right i don’t know why i fuck up sometimes and test out the other places on bloor, jtime sushi pics to come further down this post, MISTAKEVILLE!
rice thief.
hai thur.
jtime sushi last nite, we ordered baseball sashimi (medium sized order) japan roll, dynamic roll and cn tower roll and two large sakes, you’d think they could spare a couple extra salads and soups yeah?
NOPE! for share for share!
share is a bad omen.
i am bummed cos i know we made a jtime jmistake.
they at least get the rolls right, the wasabi mayo is amazing and perfect for covering up flaws.
i’m glad we didn’t get the larger order, ungh i hate roe, do NOT ask me what that white shit is.
i KNOW!
lesson learned.
dynamic (dynamite) roll is always good.
fil’s cn tower roll.
ew!
holy shit my nose was huge last nite.
the lady who likes to stand around not bussing dirty plates was watching me do this and was not feeling it either, so what, don’t give me tentacles. i did not eat it.
i tried to make the lefties more appealing for christie, she was done. i put the purple guy on the far right in my mouth and then spat it out. i fucked up the meal by using the higher sodium soya sauce and the wasabi was retardedly hot too.
clockwise from the green, green tea, red bean, sesame. the dude was all braggy about us getting ice cream too and said ON THE HOUSE yeah excuse me dude this place is NOT called BJtime.
then we bought a box of wine to further celebrate fil’s impeccable health.
fil and i have been spending 54/7 (feels like) together now that he is on sabbatical, and we are both still alive, it’s like we are living on this little planet far-removed from the rest of the universe where people don’t have jobs or scowls on their faces. he bought a new computer to aid in the not killing of each other, we sit at our little desks listening to our headphones and the room is filled with silence for hours, it’s funny. and then i get up to pee say something funny then go back into blogworld and then we go out for a walk and a snack.
there was something else i wanted to say that was funny but i forget, maybe it’ll come back to me.
GO TEAM HOUSEWIFE GO GO GO!
the other day i was in the middle of a stressful phonecall and during that i was attempting to spring clean my closet, drawers, all of my clothes, and i was angrily shoving stuff into plastic bags to throw out and to donate when i got off the phone the bed was a complete disaster, like full-on mountain of clothes it was funny but at the time i was too pissed off to take a picture and i think i threw out some things i didn’t mean to just went straight to the garbage chute and goodbye.
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lets talk about this post. i am going to go to toys ‘r us to rip on more toys CAN’T WAIT.
this is our favourite comic (panels?) out of lenore, fil scanned it for me last nite.
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ha! i made you a present
hi.
you made me totally laugh today with your post. omg, I had that book, but I never thought to underline and make notes. funny. so, here is a picture of you. well kinda, if you walked around with a red hood on and a gay smile on your face.
and yet, another reason i was a boyfriendless tween.
WHAT CLAUDIA WORE!!!
And her clothes! Nobody dresses like Claudia. She is totally cool. She wears funky stuff like pink sparkly high-topped sneakers, or short flared skirts over skintight leggings, or wild jewelry she’s made herself. She’s good at pottery and is always creating earrings (she has one hole in one ear and two in the other) or beaded necklaces or bracelets.
oh how nice we have a little atheist on our hands.
for some reason i am more embarrassed to share this with you than i am about telling stories about shitting my pants. so what made think of blogging this was last nite we saw the trailer for the mist that comes out nov. 21 – it’s one of my favourite scary stories come to film, by stephen king. anyway i feel like i have some sort of ownership of it because i read it many times, and i have a copy of it along with a bunch of other short stories in paperback form in one book from when i was 13 maybe 14, before i had my first real boyfriend, which will be super obvious once you see how much of a raving nerd loser i was.
so i decided to write my own “reviews” for each story at the top of the page for every one, oh god, well, enjoy.
how thoughtful of me, and i see i am still doing the circle above the i’s, CRINGE! this tells me i might even be 12.
oh jesus i want to jump out of a fucking window right now, it gets worse.
NOOOOOO DON’T LOOK AT ME! so close to not including this guy.
you would explode if you saw what my face looks like right now from looking at this i feel like i am watching 2girls1cup.
and here we have the mist and i obviously enjoyed it, it took me five minutes to make sense of my wording here. ten points for spelling kicks: kix.
i sorta didn’t dig this story, i found it long-winded and boring who cares i have to sell each one and to whom? dunno!
how funny/sad that i checked off the introduction like i am proud of having read it AND put an asterisk.
you’ll notice an affinity for the crazy, sorry red flag much?
who says mythical oh right girls w/o boyfriends do!
haha what an arrogant piece of shit loner.
yeah thanks.
what a prude i didn’t want to say there was fucking in it and i apparently know a lot about adolescence, being 12 years old of course i am an expert on it.
evidence of giftedness right here.
oh, you don’t say?
good to know, thanks for the tip!
HAHAHAHAHHAHA look at how much of a liar i am!
WE KNOW WE GET IT, CRAZY = INTERESTING!
thank you doctor book sleuth.
woah i mean business with that red asterisk.
i’m so helpful, in case you did not get the retardedly clear ending, I EXPLAIN IT FOR YOU!
i don’t want anyone to be left behind so no biggie that i ran out of page space to help you along so i continue on the next page, what a pal.
stay tuned for something wickedly embarrassing, you guys owe me HUGE for this one. fil thinks it’s kinda endearing then he spends 5 minutes laughing hysterically at me. brb.
also i would like to remind you that i have raymitheminx.com back now and you can change your links if you want, but, if you were ever wanting to link to a specific post you would need to do so from raymitheminx.blogspot.com, that is all, i am an internet detective.
oh wait nevermind, totally disregard that, i think that was when i do my archives thingy i can’t get at them or maybe i hallucinated it. carry on.
she ended up marrying bill, this entire diary’s story revolves around them courting and i have deciphered 1. because i am a girl who has had many journals before and a nosy mother, that when there is an underline at the end of each entry: “___” and she says we had a nice time or we enjoyed ourselves, that means S.E.X. or some form of hanky panky, fil’s mom thinks so too.
ha, “mother”
check out the toronto addresses.
2 cents!
believe no man HAHAHHAHA you said it sister!
boys are all fickle BURN!
ooh another suitor, bill has some competition now.
the house fil lived in before moving to oakville was broken into this is the newspaper clipping from it.
