last nite nxne threw an opening party for me at palais royale it was so nice of them, all the semi-famous people i love to kiss ass with were there thanks guys!

here is some evidence:

that’s stephen, his interests are TELLING THE SAME STORY EVERYTIME WE SEE HIM, PRETENDING HE IS SIXTEEN BY WAY OF WEARING LITTLE HOODIES, ARROGANCE. woah check out my eyes. next. oh yeah who wants to win some travis tickets?

wendi gave me that, you should get it too. i am listening to it now. it took me 5 minutes to open it, well more like ten, i was reading my comments and email and thinking of bitchy responses to everything while half-heartedly working on the cellophane not really paying attention or trying until the last minute i looked down at my hands and got so beyond fucking infuriated i raged to the kitchen and knifed it open. this just in, long nails are bogus. remind me to write about having to learn how to pick my nose all over again.

that’s liam titcomb nice name BURN (liamtitcomb.com) anyway he is 19 and i pointed that out a ton of times and did the ENJOY YOUR YOUTH WHILE IT LASTS speech until he got irritated and left but then came back for more then left then wanted more, i’m mostly a fucking bitch to people in a what i think is a jokey way, half the time it goes over well and the person has a raging boner for me then they don’t leave. liam and wendi believe in horoscopes. ‘NOUGH SAID.

checking on the girls.

look it’s a hand sandwich! ew that sounds so barf. mine is in the middle of dan’s mighty paws.

see? loves me.

ok more later.

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“i have something to say, you are all annoying assholes.”

Raymi,

I’m not a professional blogger or responder or anything. I don’t know what I’m doing when I respond, I’m just responding. I’m sure it’s obvious to you because my responses are so insipid and long: I apologize for that. The truth is that I don’t really know how long they should be or what they should be. I notice you giving me advice and brief constructive criticism (thanks): it’s helpful. I just don’t want to be a db either and I certainly don’t want to be an annoying asshole. I was thinking of just not responding at all anymore because I don’t really feel like developing a teflon veneer outside of work to match the one I have to wear there all the time. I could make candy-assed lame-O responses that won’t get anyone going, but I already hate the ones I read that are like that. However, with those, I’d be safely innocuous and irrelevant rather than innocuous and irrelevant with a giant bullseye on my petite-fleur ass. I’m just not sure what anything is about anymore.

I’ve been working on a novel for three years now. Before I start writing, I like to read news and do a crossword puzzle or sudoku. I happened upon Phil’s site because I was googling something, I noted that he looked a bit like my b/f and then found a link your blog. Besides thinking immediately that it was awesome, the other first things I noticed were: douche, bi bim bop, your hatred of hippies and mac’n’cheese – all things dear to my heart. I also take pictures of food before I eat it – especially if I make it. Now, I’ve been responding: for better or worse. My day-job is a PM for IT software dev. in SW Michigan. It sucks; but it pays the bills, and I’m good at it. I love Canada only because I could get married there: here in the US, I’m still dog-shit, evidently.

You prolly get this type of shit all the time in your email, so I’ll say bye for now.

Thanks,
H

i love getting this shit especially when i have the time to read and enjoy it like i just did dont not comment for the wrong reasons henry i like what you have to say

thanks buddy!!

another fine day in the blogosphere

Hi Raymi -

Cannot believe I wrote blogosphere. Anyhow, it seemed appropriate since I just wanted to to drop you a line saying I commiserate with you over dealing with the nasty comment folks. Your response seems right on to me.

I have always appreciate the comparison of a blog/website/forum etc… to being like an open house party. Everyone is invited but if you act like a jerk, insult the host, her friends – you get kicked out (in this case comment deleted). I suffer from foot in mouth disease, but I am never cruel or judgmental on someone’s blog. It is their space and I am just a visitor.

So thanks for doing what you do and saying what you said.

Seska

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this guy is amazing.

i have something to say, you are all annoying assholes.

when i post pictures of my friend/s do you think you have some sort of ownership or authority on leaving your opinions regarding their appearance? take my friend elizabeth for example, last summer i posted pictures of her hairy beav, then everyone AND my mother chipped in their two cents, regarding waxing, plucking, trimming, whatever.

a couple weeks ago i put up some pictures of elizabeth and in some her arms look a bit furry, and a lot of you made comments about that too, to which i deleted the majority of them.

first of all, pointing out obvious shit is lame of you. secondly, her arms IRL look fine, it was the flash of the camera that made the hair stand out, and, also, SO WHAT.

do you think making comments about someone’s arm hair is appropriate and necessary? like fuck, some of you are ugly and fat and old, and so are your friends, do i leave comments on your blogs about that?

i like elizabeth just the way she is, i wouldn’t change a fucking thing, so next time, keep your bullshit to yourselves. the thing most annoying about it all was the naive arrogance, you commented like it was in her better interest to heed your fucking advice. WRONG. don’t fuck up again.

here is elizabeth’s response

woah never saw the hairy arm thing but feel as if I have to respond
in grade four this guy who had a total boner for me (since like kindergarten) starting calling me “hairball” in fact I believe it was “you look like ren and stimpy’s hairball”
it was 1994 and a huge fucking blow to my ego and I really haven’t gotten over it even thirteen years later so sheckie why don’t you take off your grape jelly stained metallica t shirt and make your obese mother wash it you fucking pig
that is if she isn’t too busy cooking with butter and wearing mumus a la gilbert grape!
elizabeth |

here are some of MY concert pictures a day late, i got priorites guys, like, pictures of me wearing high socks to deal with first.

datarock <3

bus driver

css

we went to new generation, didn’t do the grill-thing though.

it’s pretty nice in there.

these guys were like eating alien embryos, i was kinda into them, but mostly not oh shit i should’ve done the achoo haha look at this gob of snot joke.

the clear soup smelled really bad, like BO and farts. it made me sad.

last nite was sober nite.

pretty stoked about it.

the A/C vent was blasting on my face and head so i had to wear my hat, i felt like a bitchy round-eye when i asked for it to be turned down. seriously, who requests that? whatever, yesterday was balls-cold.

you can tell i am not a fan cos there is still food in my bowl.

i got the chicken bibm bahb, dude partied through it before i could take a picture of it in-tact. oh yeah he asked fil if he was hot from the food and said his face was all red. haha.

fil got the beef. it’s a decent price for the amount of food you get plus apps. though no brocolli or a substantial amount of vegetables. i hold the torch for ho-su cos they do brown rice and loads of vegetables. you’d think the farty annex would catch on about this.

lots of food, had to get a doggy bag.

see? cheap, like your mother.

use tonges for all the raw items?

mmmm, check out the hot dogs sausage.

and here are some drunk pictures of the outside taken from across the street, the nite before. sad.

fil wore his WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME!??! BLEEEARGH!!!! t-shirt.

whoops.

i have seen something like this before, it might even be the same one who knows, regardless, it is still pretty dope.

also, there is this.

you can see fil’s face, hair, eyebrow, peeping on me in the doorway.

see, now he’s gone.

i kind of look like a praying mantis no?

i was trying to capture the beauty of my ass to inner-thigh party.

oh there it is.

oh i forgot to mention that paige was out last nite that little scamp is stalking me.

and look what her friend did to some poor sod:

HERE are my videos, you are a fucking moron if you do not watch them.

datarock, first two songs, swoon

datarock, some jumping song

css, before the unitard is revealed

css, unitard revealed

mmm, light cream cheese, garlic bakery loaf, atlantic salmon fillet, bought ANOTHER pack of it after the concerts, ten bucks each. yesterday was expensive!

there’s this blue jay that visits the balcony and yesterday TWO of them were there partying with the popcorn i left out, cid canNOT get over their audacity. ever hear a blue jay bakaw? sounds mental!

look at the total NOT difference in this lighting.

yeah yeah gonna fade to copper, whatevs, the roots NEEDED the colour.

wtf how did that get in there?

this guy was my favourite. he was really excited.

his jaw was a little clenchy.

packed. no way goin’ in there man.

oh hi. once he saw me up there he encroached on my ‘tory. his hair is really something. i bet he does treatments.

nice wig, haha.

then he needed more room to bust one.

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Hi,

Callum

which picture is he talking about?

and now i give you the ancient tradition of foot binding, brought to you by BARF CITY!

ok this is so gross i’ll put up a new post asap to shove it down the page more, either i add it to the last post and barf that one up or give it its own little arena.

uh yeah thanks lady, we get it.

wow, congratufuckinglations retard.

uh, thanks, carmen.