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my favourite is 22 seconds in when that song gets psychedelic.
November 7, 2007
November 6, 2007
blame it on the vodka pomegranate rockstar milli vanilli voice
i should’ve been a stripper. cid likes to help me dance.
dermatology party
they’re like ok take off everything except your bra and panties, uh, i don’t wear a bra. kinda humiliating being naked and pointing out every spot on your body. oh and i gave her my blog url too. wicked.
yay all the retarded cysts and every other thing growing on my skin even that botfly-looking thing on my shoulder is fine now lets get wasted!
Raymi,
I’ve actually had a chance to vote for you three times today (we have multiple computers at work), and I’ve been proud of it each time.
I hope the people who decided to give this award are learning something about the priorities–or lack thereof–of the blog world. My antipathy towards politics in general begins to leak out here, but I believe that any themes that woman could possibly bring up in her political rantings are already contained in your blog, either explicitly or implicitly. And if she thinks she cares about being “up-to-date,” I think your mode of expression gets much closer to embracing what it means to be a person today: life doesn’t make enough sense to warrant capitalization.
You already know that what you do is better, so set a fine example and keep doing it.
-Daniel
thanks for the votes dudes GO LEAFS!
ps. i have a tan on my face i went for a super stand-up yesterday and wasn’t wearing makeup (shocking!) and now fil likes me more for some reason even though my face is red except for my eye goggles tan line. what i mean is MY FACE IS ON FUCKING FIRE!
happy birthday mom i love you!
i bought xmas cards because i am a grown-up now.
dinner.
pleasethanks VOTE RAYMITHEMINX pleasethanks.
oh hai there.
i wear that dress everday around the condo because i am a nana.
thanks rilah!
ice cream espresso, i bought ultra low fat vanilla, WRONG. the first few sips are good after that hello taste?
looks like icing mmmmm icing.
that’s a fat mirror, it was here when we moved in, fil refuses to believe or even entertain the fact that I AM RIGHT about this. within the frame the mirror leans slightly forward from the top, thus making it a fat mirror, had the mirror within the frame lean out from the bottom it would be a skinny mirror, the fact that it leans forward from the top is because it is mounted 180 degrees on the wall if it were on the floor leaning against the wall rather than mounted then i would look like a toothpick did you guys know i was a scientific researcher? ok no more mirror pictures until i clean off my makeup stains.
so, bought REAL cranberry juice, 8.99 a fucking bottle, and bought two of them.
wait what, who put that thare?
quite tart, had to add water to it and some cranberry/grape cocktail.
and here we have the party face.
if you haven’t read the basketball diaries, you should. i’m re-reading it to fil on a drivies.
vote for me polls are open for barely two more days, then this all will go away.
it makes me laugh a bit to see those conservative turds talk about me so much right now and say how i am unoriginal and the way i blog is easy, for me it IS, but for others to immitate and keep up with my content and constant documentation of my life, i see no one else doing that, it isn’t so easy. first of all you have to have a life. i’d like for the competition to show their daily goings-on, but they can’t, cos they’ve got nothing to show, because they have no lives and if they did share them, no one would read their blogs.
November 5, 2007
sharpie got the green soya guy, sorry luck of the draw lady.
kristin opened a special bag of bags specially for my present, sigh. i’m kind of in love with her and when we talk i can’t even look at her and it’s been over five years since i’ve known her and i am still a fucking moron everytime i see her ungh! hi kristin. she sneaks in secret trinkets in all my magic pony purchases too.
my hits are kind of exploding right now everybody so if you wanted to share in the wealth of that you could interview me or something, something. only if you’re voting for me constantly of course.
i’m thinking if your kid is small enough to fit in one of these dudes they probably shouldn’t be sitting in chairs, oh well, cute as hell regardless.
i was too shy to stand for longer than one second to get a better picture of the saturday miss b’havin model. i almost did that saturday gig once, they give you 50 dollars cash, or a hundred dollars in store credit. i was already modelling at the time and then came to my senses, why would i stand in a window display for 8 hours for 50 bucks when i can lie on a bed for 20 dollars an hour playing on the internet and make commission on top of that? anyway that model was nice and waved at me even though i was speed-walking by like a crybaby sometimes i am just too pathetic for this world. at least i am cute and get away with it.
this game is kind of ridiculous, you are basically in a frat house party from the 80’s and you keep breaking make-believe goblets of wine and smashing entire bottles of scotch and you have to take a drink on every square you land on.
dream, co-starring raymi
ok so, tho I cannot claim to visit your site very often — once every
few weeks, give or take — you showed up in a bizarre dream of mine
last night: I was at a hospital because some relative of mine was
recovering from a gunshot wound or something totally off the wall, I
was yelling at the doctors because they wouldn’t let me see him/her
… anyway at some point there you are, and suddenly we’re sort of
fake dancing/singing to depeche mode’s blasphemous rumor … we’re
mouthing the words and getting a big kick out of the chorus …
anyway, great song.
thanks
brian bernbaum
merkley???: raymi the stinx
gaymi the dinx
me: oh this is new
merkley???: laymi the finx
me: turkley
HAHHAHAHA
merkley???: shaymi the jinx
pay me the kinx
slay me the twinx
play me the kinks!
me: what do you want merkley
merkley???: do i have to WANT something now?
am i BOTHERING you?
me: what personal story about merkley do we discuss next!?!
merkley???: like i’m more about me than you are about you
me: apparently
merkley???: please
me: thank you
merkley???: you just decided a while ago that you need to give me shit for some reason
what was the change?
me: you mean how did i get some self esteem all of a sudden
merkley???: see?
like whats that about?
me: im making jokes
i have to make scrambled eggs now
merkley???: ok
me: im allowed to be catty sometimes too
merkley???: NOT ALLOWED
YOU BE PLEASANT
i’ve been buying tons of vintage sunglasses on ebay
i’m like an old housewife on the shopping network
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dinky and i had a nice little dinner at the vaginabeaver on saturday.
this time they weren’t out of the avocado jalapeno salsa, not very heavy on the jalapenos tho, oh well for 5 bucks who cares?
fil had the smoked chicken quesadilla, very good, very very very good.
and i had the best $10 salad in all of toronto, prosciutto with extra virgin olive oil, shaved fennel, reggiano etc etc BONER (thanks again sheena for the tip).
then we went over to the tequila bar on ossington (reposado) for sharpinator’s birthday and surprise samir proposed ENGAGEMENT celebration party!
that place is wicked claustrophobia, i would like to go back on a quieter weeknight and get blasted.
we didn’t stay long, too much party farty these days, we caught the rest of snl and sucked on some wine kbai.
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that pretentious bitch who is beating me in the polls is telling her readers if not to vote for her than for someone else other than me cos she doesn’t want me to win secondplace, she wants 50% of the votes, baby much? i’m trying to even have stockholm syndromesque feelings toward her but i cannot, there is just nothing there to have feelings about, no art, no substance or soul, and it’s sad that this is what the majority of the nation seems to be all about too. basically, they have determined that my blog is only popular because of how i look, yawn fine. rip on the artists cos you’re so good at it, offer government grants for other people to create art for you because you have no idea where to even begin, then talk shit about the artist sucking from the government’s teat. the gov. HAS to dole out artist grants because it doesn’t have a creative bone in its body. not to get gay about it but i don’t know how these people can read books, attend plays or look at sunsets and feel human? i do not feel bullied, i am past caring. i am up against a link-dump portal blog, no personal content to it at all, the sorts of people who visit those blogs do so to get their news and then carry on with their day, robots if you will, i am nothing like that blog, and i never will be.
here is my olive branch for smalldeadanimals. cringe!
