hopefully fil will get the message when he sees how filthy the mirror is in this photo. he says he doesn’t clean the bathroom because i don’t vacuum. interesting. he also doesn’t ever put anything away ok it’s too early to start with this. filing it away for later.
dinner that i made with my bare hands.
bruscetta.
baba ghanouj.
wasabi hummus.
whole wheat tostitos, there wasn’t any pita, i know, and when i asked about it the girl was extremely rude to me and then suggested roti when she realised she was being rude to someone dropping thirty bucks at their shitty grocery/variety store and then i put on my passive aggressive hat.
i am an artist. fil was like a pet gerbil yesterday, he didn’t leave the condo at all.
I feel the same way you do about the girl/hair thing. Fuckin losers. Lourdes is so naturally beautiful – I love Madonna all the more since seeing that photo for keeping the trash-talk from affecting her daughter.
Also, I love hearing you sing in your car in those videos – how funny.
i would take lourdes over this boring lame chick any day.
[i just realised half of my brilliant rant was deleted, i kept going back to edit and add to it and fucked it up. sigh. basically shame on the internet for making fun of this picture all day long today. not funny, lame and tired. her eyebrows are exotic and sexy beyond her years, not everyone prescribes to the fake blonde wax everything mentality. it’s also sort of a fuck you to everyone who predictably took the bait on it. poking fun at someone’s facial hair is borderline racist and way offensive. i am embarrassed for everybody who jumped at the opportunity to make the same tired tweezers joke, what’s next ROFL LOLZ?!?!]
i would upload more pictures of carbon copy blonde chicks but yaaaaaawn. girls like this make fun of girls like lourdes because they have oodles of self-hatred based on their inability to be unique and original and when someone who looks like lourdes skips on by it reminds them of this fact.
she (blonde lame-o) looks so unhappy too, i’m not buying that smile at all. how incredibly sad spending your entire life focused on looking like this, perfect teeth, face, so insecure had to get fake tits too. not knocking fake tits, it’s merely aiding in proving my point.
i wonder what it’s like to not be an individual. to live your life as somebody else’s idea of fantasy. for some rich golf playing douchebag to check off on his items to buy list. what a hollow life.
gross. this is the reason shit like Uggs will never ever go away.
dear raymi
i catch myself thinking of you from time to time or tracing the source of seemingly unrelated subjects back to you and your blog. for example i found “tiny tim” snuck into a rhyme scheme and had symmetry and reading it back i had to wonder where tiny tim came from and oh yeah it was tiny tim from timmins, he talked shit about nyc and gta. little things like that. i also catch myself saying “you fucking rasta” to people quite randomly and condescendingly.
it shouldn’t surprise me because i’ve read most every word on your blog for years. ours is a generation that grew with the internet and i was making stupid homepages and livejournals back in the 90s too but it seemed dead-end and i think it takes someone special to show just how effective of an outlet of expression it could be – it inspired me to pick up blogging and i’ve found a great deal of clarity and fun from having an uncluttered space to write; one constant in a world of variables. it also helps to give your life an added perspective – going through the typical grind yes but also wondering how it would look in a book/movie/blog.
i also appreciate your humour and the illumination you give to such taboo topics as mental illness and felt friends. to put it in extremely gay terms, there are many unexplored and dark areas left in the world and every little light helps so thx for yours, it’s bright.
merkley???: how many more times are you going to send that to me?
me: i love it iam so goodlooking and an amazing dancer
merkley???: snoroooorrrrre
me: haha jealous
merkley???: i actually KNOW how to dance
me: excuse me i took dance for ten years ive been trying to get you to talk to me all god damn day
merkley???: get your money back now you know how i feel when you are too busy for me i’m doing photos
me: i can dance you into outerspace you twinky waiting for your next “burn”
merkley???: no you could not and that’s a FACT i’m not even joking you have not the skills nor charisma
me: you are kidding right because i am seriously a good dancer i can pop lock breakdance 80s style and salsa
merkley???: ha — i have seen you and you present zero challenge i was a champion pop locker
me: uh cos i am alone making a youtube video for my blog retard i will destroy all the floor tiles around your feet and send you into another dimension with my moves
merkley???: you have no idea how out of your league i am
me: merkley, sigh, just, sigh, you are writing a check you cannot ever cash i inspire black people to dance top that
merkley???: black people dont dare challenge me and i’m not even joking
me: LAUGHABLE merkley it is i who is not joking
merkley???: difference is i have seen your white ass trying to bust moves pass as average at BEST
me: im not trying in those videos
merkley???: hippie cavorting ain’t dancing
me: im mocking myself you dance like those flowers that move side to side when you clap near them i mean you wish you danced that good
this is what cid looks like when he is sleep/dreaming and twitching. hockey puts him right to sleep.
this is basically what the inside of my head looks like. you will fight with your friends over which pinker tones guy gets to be your boyfriend. i don’t know what the song is called but it was the best one of the nite. at 1.35 seconds to go that’s when the party starts.
if you want to see more videos i made that nite of white guys dancing unironically like goofs, go to my youtube.
this is a video of fil and rene playing and talking about portal, it is like 9/10 for nerdy, i docked one point because i filmed myself part-way through rolling my eyes and then i zinged rene at the end, if not for that, 10/10.
oh god. mr. annie lennox thanks for the eurythmics bio. see how his friend is cringing the entire time? i can barely watch this it is so harsh. enjoy.
we HAVE to beat this fucking game so we can move on with our lives!@!!!!!!
we are both playing it, taking turns, with our own saved games, fil is ahead of me and then when i play he watches while laptopping and i scream for help and then i can’t express properly what kind of help i need because i have been sitting in the same position on the couch for three hours and everyone gets frustrated GOD!
THANKS RENE FOR LETTING US BORROW IT!
i’m waiting for it to be my turn again, fil is playing right now and he sneaked on when i was on the phone, well played there fil.
he also tried to hump me a thousand times last nite in his sleep while i was busy watching tila tequila. he pulled his underwear down off one leg and i said uh i am on my period then he fell asleep immediately. he said he woke up with his underwear off and i explained why and he was embarrassed, apparently he is going to kill himself later by jumping off the balcony.
that’ll free up some mario time for me.
he especially hates it when i reenact all the pawing at me he does with sound effects.
i let fil borrow him to bring to work and display some of his (my) street-cred.
he didn’t last very long and soon was sent to live in fil’s drawer and now we are re-united.
these guys too what’s up?
we went to the beer station to watch the game last nite, this picture is quite blurry i was trying to be stealth, anyway, we barely go to that shithole. (jameson’s is 4.10 a glass and they aren’t stingy on the pouring fyi) this guy is always there at the bar, he has greasy grey/white hair in a ponytail with a scrunchy, and not like artist/poet kind of ponytail either, more like girl-style ponytail 1980s era, i can’t figure it out and i stare at him secretly all nite long.
during a game, wings are half price if you get a pitcher.
ten minutes later.
rented live free or die hard last nite, i already saw a bootleg version of it, anyway it is great except for all the totally impossible things that happen which i still enjoyed. feh.
deb took this photo last year when we stayed at thor.
