i have the spins here and in my head i am thinking oh fuck she’s talking look very interested.
the old gang <3.
lezbreath.
i still plan to make a movie about rogue bicycles that come alive at nite and roam the streets of toronto don’t steal my idea.
see? picture these guys chasing you down the street.
oh look, sj is talking, i am shocked.
yesterday was greasy dirtbag no shower day.
stop following me.
still my fave jew.
it’s le sook.
fil planet wasted.
hey guys is that a casiotone? plink plonk plinka plink pleenk plonk plink amazing.
normally i would regale you with all the sorts of stupid shit i was saying last nite but yeah, i won’t. i am glad fil fucked up too.
oh my, but, could it be, a pose?
jesus and the jew. shawn, jesus, owes me a painted room, cos he bet me that in the thriller video, that chick was michael jackson’s sister janet, so, michael was making out with janet, i said fine when you sober up go find out the truth and then paint my bedroom. five years later jeremy shares this with me. i have it on video.
your arm is very long.
your face being cut off was not a mistake.
cute.
same backpack.
fil carried those all the way home saying he would sell them on ebay or to samir.
i wanted to get in on this whole making “art” thing too.
whisper-talking. i produced the biggest loudest flatulence from across the street, nervous fart. it was long and loud and i am proud of it and laughing right now.
check the floaty shit in the air, safe.
i thought the one in the middle at first was feist.
then this, my guess is as good as yours.
maybe i am not intellectual enough. string on a floor is so noel.
this dude moaned a lot, turned out it was a girl?
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i swear the one on the left was sarah, i was wrong.
my favourite part was when i almost got slammed in the face.
they saw me taking pictures and mayhaps thought i was a food critic so they busted out the freshest most delicious batch, the pork was juicy and fell apart in my mouth before i could even chew it, so incredible.
everytime i burped yesterday i could still taste it i want to go eat it again today.
almost gone no i didn’t eat it all garbagemouth fil helped.
i dunno why fil insists on getting these dumplings, the peanut sauce isn’t even spicy and the whole lot just tastes like a hot peanut butter sandwich.
best tasting beer i ever had hangover beers are my friend.
on the back of that wine is a dig at americans by the french, something like a convenient bottle for on the go americans, like you’re SO on the go you have to have a bottle of gimmicky wine and not the regular bottles.
only jerks drink rose hey peirot come over for some wine i got this great new rose i am just dying to open.
—————– Original Message —————– From: ************* Date: Jun 30, 2007 4:26 PM
did dugan also tell you that he didn’t exactly stick up for you either? in fact i’m pretty sure he was making cracks about you also. you might want to consider the idea of letting go. i’m amazed that you would even bother with shit like that. ouuu i said shit about you… are you gonna call me up 10 years from now to tell me how upset you got?
and from me:
i do not care what dugan said, i’m sure he had his reasons everyone in that little circle are pathetic dinks anyway i’m sure you have loads of fun at the saloon laughing it up about people who made it out of streetsville and aren’t trash
the fact that you felt the need to offer up this information speaks volumes of your character, i regret ever humouring you in highschool
getting closure on something that pissed you off when the opportunity presents itself is not “out there” and no i was not tossing and turning thinking about this for years don’t flatter yourself, i saw you, i remembered it, i wrote you
you’ve always been bitter, nasty and unlikable, i would change that
and then:
lauren,
i could care less if you like me. i could care less about what you think of me.
as for you “humoring me in high school” listen why did you even bother? i didn’t bother humoring you.
and as for this getting “closure”. ummm sure? i’m sorry.
and your little message didn’t “piss me off” i haven’t had a harder laugh in a long while.
now would you stop bothering me and go on with your own life?
–wendy
and from me:
oh blow me you pretentious little scag my only intention in writing you is to give you a head’s up about accountability for the shit you talk, it gets back to people
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she posted my letter on her myspace and changed her title to nasty, bitter and unlikable. when should i let her know she is featured on my blog?
i saw you the other nite at my friend’s store i was going to say something but was too incensed with rage i didn’t want to make a scene
dugan told me many moons ago you said that i was a walking std, scott would not grant me your phone number to call your parents and tell them their failure of a daughter is a rug-munching dyke troll
you talk shit about other girls cos you are insecure and hate yourself
