last nite at the green room i spent two hours staring at a girl i thought was some girl from highschool who i was sort of friends with and after 120 minutes of criticizing everything about her and her friends, it wasn’t her.
i didn’t want to reminisce anyway.
hey how are you what do you do oh just finishd university why is your hair piled on top of your head like that and what happened to modelling? me? i uh i write about myself all day long on the internet yep everyday, on the internet, mmhmm oh i wrote a book, it’s nothing, yeah i do other things too can’t really tell you about it, yeah i’m pretty much exactly as self-absorbed and “above it” as i was in highschool if not more, yeah ok we should catch up sometime….
next.
also i got to go inside one of the frathouses around the corner cos someone had to get weed, it was the same frathouse that i yelled at those kids that were catcalling me from the roof.
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Stanley: how are you raymi one time i saw u at 751 queen st west but i was too loser to say hi so the next day i went to yr blog to read about it and u were all blah blah it was boring and full of lame kids who try really hard to look interesting or soemthing and i knew u were talking about me because i was wearing like a rabbit pelt on my shoulder DO YOU REMEMBER
me: were you wearing pants that showed your underwear
Stanley: hmmm doesnt sound like me but if my pants like slipped down a bit u might of seen them
me: were you with two chicks
Stanley: probaly
me: i dont think it was you i was making fun of then were you sitting
Stanley: i was doing everything
me: where were you mostly
Stanley: maybe dancing
me: and why didnt you say hi upstairs?
Stanley: i was star struck
me: we were upstairs mostly
Stanley: i think i came upstairs oh and recognized u by yr boots
me: did your friend have a disposable camera
Stanley: i saw yr boots and was like omg raymi has those boots omgit is raymi
me: it is safe to say that i wasnt making fun of you
Stanley: and no but my friend was like the photographer for the night
me: well why didnt you say hi
Stanley: i am dissappointed
me: i like having my picture taken
Stanley: next time i will say hi
me: were you wearing red pants
Stanley: no jeans i can probaly find a picture for you
me: yes send one i DID feel like i was being watched that nite tho and normally i chalk it up to being self involved and crazy and fil never believes me when i say people are staring at me so
Stanley: hahaha i wasnt like stalking u wow i look realy bad
me: dark places are good for spying
Stanley: oh it wont let me send it to u maybe it is on like pinkmafia
me: try harder probs
Stanley:
that is me
me: oh i recognize that thing yeah i liked it actually and made a note to copy it but forgot
merkley???: mean ones my best one was this your style could get away with murder cuz it would be impossible to pick out of a line up, but the fact that he deleted the whole thread was the biggest burn
me: oh wow
merkley???: when your cronies see that you deleted that thread — ha haha — they won’t say anything, but they will be thinking WUSSLAND 3000 FOR SURE
merkley???: then when he logged off cuz i was killing him i emailed wow — your wuss factor is through the ROOF! i’m in ur emaylzpoopnz on urz gigz i also wrote DOCHE OF THE DAY!!! i left the U out of douche for OBVIOUS reasons.U are the main ingredient.i hate redundancy
me: oh my god you are psycho!
merkley???: ha ha dood he picked the fight he talked about me for hours on that board before letting me join then his peeps turned on him he deserved it you know how that goes you’d do the same
me: ok right yeah people get mental when i show up and defend myself in their shit slinging forum
merkley???: they dont expect it
me: yah then they are like go away this is OUR discussion about you
merkley???: people think you’re supposed to just sit back and pretend it isnt happening did you see how bruce willis got on a board about die hard? and nobody believed it was him
me: like you are not allowed to say anything they would rather hang with all their incorrect assumptions of you and don’t want the truth to stroll in and ruin it
merkley???: so he got his webcam up and proved it
me: woah and then everyone turns and is like I LOVE YOU
merkley???: yeah i rained on their hate parade thats exactly what happened
me: sad like you kids for real are on the internet talking about a real fucking person who slays harder than you ever will?
merkley???: yeah the bruce willis thing is cool
me: i meant ME haha
merkley???: there are screenshots of the kid with him on webcam and the kid looks stunned
me: when did that happen
merkley???: couple of days ago
me: !!! lucky kids i was just complaining about messageboards and now i am jealous
also, emptying the bathroom garbage is a disgustingly thrilling activity. it’s like ew gross but ooh yes! sickitatingly delicious. especially around that time of the month ooh what mystical goodies spill out? or snot rags you forgot about and can be proud of all over again.
don’t even get me started on the smell.
there is nothing more funny than fil’s face when he is thinking about emptying out my menstrual rubbish.
note to self, stop sharing thoughts.
i went to the tate in london and saw this one dude’s “art” (forget his name) and it was basically the entire contents of his wife’s bathroom rubbish bin. it was neat cos everything was old, old condom, old lipstick container, ancient pill boxes, creams.
i highly doubt that today my garbage could be considered as art, unless i was dating banksy, then it would be art. or i could make fil’s garbage, art. anyway.
this woman said to my mom WRONG WAY LADY when we were pulling into the go station yesterday, everyone uses this shortcut wrong way or not and we weren’t even in the way of her fat face suv smoking her post-commute cig so i told her to FUCK OFF. i didn’t get to hear her response.
getting the train from union i barely made it, i ran ran ran ran ran from the subway up the stairs this little kid walking all slow his dad looking at me cos i’m creeping up behind them obvs. in a hurry and he’s basically challenging me with his mind to just DARE say excuse me so i wait for the little dude to learn how to fucking walk then i fly to the ticket guy despite having one minute to go and my train is flashing track 2 by the time i run to the stairs it’s not even listed on the screens anymore so i book it (haven’t eaten all day, no caffeine and i’m gushing blood so i am supes energy-low) up the stairs and i am two from the top and i can see there is no train on the track, my lungs are about to explode and i am out of breath so i stand there all deflated let my purse fall to the ground and decide ok i’ll walk up the last two steps so i can peep my train going off without me to feel miserable full-circle, so i slowly trudge the rest of the way up and around the corner and THERE IT IS! so i run and get through the door and pant and sweat in my seat for ten minutes with everyone staring at me in their work clothes and i am dressed for summer. had i stood in that doorway wallowing in my misery ten seconds longer the train would have scooted off without my knowledge and i HAD to catch it to make my dentist appointment.
they are letting my wisdom tooth grow in they think i have enough room in my mouth for it to party, i always knew i had a big mouth, it is still in fucking agony, i cried and said I AM IN SO MUCH FUCKING PAIN and dude gave me a ‘script for tylenol 2s before that he was all oh just gargle with warm water and salt oh yeah that will totally help and my mom was being a mom saying oh i don’t want her to have pills whatever MOM! my mouth felt fine all day until my mom drove me mental about 5 o’clock and i was like see ya and rode the train to union where pitt got on at long branch and we met fil and saw the blue jays game and got ripped.
oh i have 4 cavities that i get to have worked on next week.
and my throat is sore/swollen from i guess tooth pain but also i feel like i am sick and my left ear is aching.
ps. tylenol 2s/3s totally constipate you, tylenol 2 not as much as 3 but still holy fuck i feel like a million deuces are piling up inside me and i cannot release HELP.
this concludes today’s edition of TOOTH NEWS.
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i bought a new dress for my grandma’s ashes memorial this weekend, here it is:
it will have stains on it inside ten minutes. sigh.
shopper’s spy. i had to pay there instead of at the cosmetics cashier cos this one chick was too busy being a lazy bitch, i gave her multiple opportunities to check me out and she chose to give me cunt-eye, attitude, tone, and lip instead. same girl from before when i blogged about how cunty the cosmetics dept. is. nope, just this one chick. i asked if she was open here (in a breezy airhead KIND voice) and she looked at me and said NO, i am NOT like i am a fucking retard who can’t see that she is so fucking busy hunched over a tiny box of lipsticks and restocking a shelf. um all you have to do is GET UP swipe your fucking merchant card and then you will be open AND you would get commission. you chose to be a lazy bitch and now you are on my blog and next time i will take your picture.
ain’t no party like a tampon party.
the last supper. totally caved.
time is going by really really really really slow.
the sky looks like it is totally going to shit some rain.
tomorrow i will probably bleed to death when and if my tooth is pulled out i am scared. if i was found in a dumpster with a bloody mouth and bloody pants would whoever found me laugh? like haha nice luck, lady.
ungh.
we are going to meet samir and sharpie for food and drinks cos it is my night off of babysitting dad and tomorrow i will be too high and in pain to eat/drink and i’m staying at my dad’s which has yet to have internet.
my mom will be at therapy immediately after my dentist appointment so i can cruise the hospital all high or the mall and scare people, or say hi to my old shrink and make him think i have made zero progress whatsoever in the loneytunes department.
i really hope i don’t have an anxiety attack tomorrow, they will put me out right and then give me a handful of pills?
