its that time of year again the exam time crunch when all the coffee shops are filled with college students and grad students and laptops and ipods and bookbags and most of all stress and i am one of those students occuping the seat in the corner, well more like loitering in the seat in the corner, making a tall americano last all day
and i am so fucking stressed out it is a bit unreal one exam monday two on tuesday the worst on wednesday and the last on saturday
im not sure if i will make it through without some C’s to be honest… but your frequent blog updates provide lots of scintillating distraction for me, and a giggle or two to maintain my sanity throughout it all.
here is something i will finally address, as you all know, mg is no longer married and many of you ask in my comments what went down and where did the wife go bla bla etc. here and now will be the first and last time i say this, we are no longer friends, fil and i were friends with her because she was married to my friend matt and once we got to know her we accepted her, vapidity, ignorant, bitchiness and all whatever if you drink enough you can come to like ANYONE lo and behold once mg and money-grubber’s relationship began to deteriorate he informed me of all the mad shit she had been saying about me AND FIL the ENTIRE TIME and what really got my goat was that i had refrained from ever saying anything mean about her ever not even to my friends who were like dude what are you thinking!?! this chick SUCKS! i cannot even read her blog… but nope i was respectful and EVEN DEFENDED HER TO THEM.
so stupid.
all this valuable shit-talking time, all down the drain i could shoot myself.
anyway, matt’s last tour i went along to hang cos dude was not dealing very well and naturally i got a little sucked into the mess, to make a long story short this lady sent me TWO scathing text messages and here they are:
1. STAY OUT OF MY MARRIAGE YOU PATHETIC PSYCHOTIC BITCH
to which i replied your marriage is already over, baby and you are the worst liar ever.
2. IT’S NO WONDER EVERY GUY YOU’VE BEEN WITH BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU YOU DESERVED EVERY BIT OF IT
to which i did not reply.
this coming from a flake who thinks paris fucking hilton is a genius and also someone who claimed to be an advocate against cruelty toward animals you’d think it would carry over to humans.
anyway, you can take the girl away from the trailer, dress her up real good, give her your wallet, but she’s STILL trash.
also, i was not beaten up by every guy i dated, just two, the first one was more psychological abuse and being spat in my face and shoved around, burning hot pizza shoved in my face, property destroyed, regardless, and they were both drug dealers and very controlling mean abusive people. anyway, i survived it and do a fairly good job at blocking out the pain from those days and some skeleton who hates herself cunt saying this shit to me with the intent to get me where it hurts shows how truly horrible a creature she really is.
I don’t hate Raymi. I don’t love her either. I’m more or less ambivalent. I am just kind of interested that someone who is “the best Canadian blogger” is one who is barely able to string two sentences together in a literate form worthy of the English language. She calls it streaming consciousness. I call it mental diarrhea. Taste is a preference. I haven’t bookmarked her.
Given that blogging is about writing, it’s curious that our best “writer” utilizes the style of immense font size, a hatred of capitalization, and so many images on her front page that you need a broadband connection and a lot of free time and RAM to load them all.
Tits for hits is apt, but not the whole story. She is genuinely unique, interesting, and funny. She’s even darkly attractive in the narcissistic way she photographs herself from ever more erect-nipple flattering poses. Sometimes she is so crude that she is almost endearing in her Bukowski-esque vileness that is both alluring and repelling. Alluring in the way that one might stop to check out a provocative poster. Repelling in the way one might turn off a pair of speakers uttering Death Metal.
She is who she is. I’m not going to hate on her. Do your thing, girl. I aint mad at cha.
Comment by Racheal, December 08, 2006 at 04:14 AM why cant i sit at the table? Are you steal Luke from me? BITCH!
Comment by Charlotte, December 08, 2006 at 10:47 AM cuz you spell your name weird. Amanda can spell her name better than you. I are steal Luke from you. All your Luke are belong to me.
Comment by jon, December 08, 2006 at 01:34 PM what.. no hearts?
Comment by Rachael, December 08, 2006 at 02:32 PM HAHA, jokes on you b*tch, Luke was all over me and you have no idears. Me and the juice krew are starting our own table, same rules almost, but anyone can sit there, even you… damn rules. But don’t be surprised if someone shats in your cornflakes b*tch
/Amada ftw
Comment by magenta/charlotte, December 08, 2006 at 03:48 PM Your boyfriend says I’m the best.
i have the absolute fucking worst gaydar ever cos i am too busy thinking he so wants me meanwhile dude is fully jocking fil. dear gay guys if i chat you up at a bar cos you are alone and i am being nice do not talk to me to get to fil that is irritating, talk to me to TALK TO ME go the extra step and say RAYMI I AM GAY BUT I LIKE HEARING YOU TELL ME ABOUT MAINE AND COPYWRITING EVEN THO I HAVE A THROBBING MOUNTAIN IN MY PANTS FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND RIGHT NOW I WILL NOT LET THAT GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR FABULOUS STORY-TELLING.
anyway i am still not sure if dude from last nite was gay or not and it doesn’t even matter but i want to know i’m pretty sure the bartender is but still not sure i am always the last to know and it makes me feel really dumb like that simpson’s episode with that gay dude and everyone knows except homer, that’s me ALL THE TIME.
dear mom and dad do i have fetal alcohol syndrome, don’t lie to me tell me the truth, i will not be upset.
love raymi.
there was this raging drunk cougar at the bar when we showed up and fil sat beside her and me on the other side of him and she was so plastered i was wearing the invisible cloak from harry potter in her mind cos she was flirting with fil and asking about the leafs and even said CUJO come on that’s like referencing back to the future you are so desperate go back to talking to your bald friend with glasses please and THEN this 5440 song comes on and she is insistent that it is a U2/green day song, um what?
everyone at the bar was like shut up it’s 5440 and then she even walked behind the bar to accost the bartender into telling her she is right despite being VERY wrong and he’s trying to do his thing and she’s all bla bla GREEN DAY and i was delighted by this cos i could see her full outfit and figure and judge her accordingly, her pants were ill-fitting and the opposite of trendy, just saying, if you have the drunken nerve to speak to a dashing bloke at a bar make sure he is at least in your league next time be smart and go for attainable goals.
yes i am being mean but this is what you get when you hit on my boyfriend it is like you just handed me a fancy embossed invitation to carve you the fuck right up.
this has happened to me several times before, fil and i will be out at a party, wherever, and girls will chat him up right in front of me like i am not even there, they are either totally retarded and in denial of the possibility that i might be his girlfriend OR they are ballsy sluts who think they stand a chance and they ALWAYS do the DON’T I KNOW YOU FROM SOMEWHERE line!?!
jesus fuck at least the dudes who chat me up in front of fil can act normal or wait until they know if you are single or not to go in for the kill, girls are just blatant desperate sluts who don’t care either way, how embarrassing, and so once they prattle on for five minutes fil puts his arm on my shoulder and their face just deflates HI RETARDS THIS IS WHY YOU ARE SINGLE.
merkley???: my dogs have to lay right next to me and they give me a hot spot so i have to make them move but they refuse to learn that i am trying to make them move no matter how many times i do it like each time i try to make them move they act completely baffeled as to why i would want them to and then they look at me like i am a dick the end
me: nice animals are very selfish its always MEMEMEMemememe they may as well have blogs
merkley???: i hate blog jokes i mean NICE BLOG JOKE RAYMI!!!
me: well i couldntthink of anything else at the moment fine they may as well have a hall of mirrors?! fuck you i hope you OD on potatoes
merkley???: i wish i could remember all my jokes from last night i was being hilarious
me: yeah im sure they were golden
merkley???: but i cant remember any of them
me: blog jokes are funny on marriedtothesea.com and toothpastefordinner.com you are just jealous you have I HAVE A PENIS complex you wish you were a girl
merkley???: touche oops i meant DOUCHE
me: you’re a fucking lesbian thats why you hate the world cos you have a dick
merkley???: as in douchebage
me: what are you going to do today
merkley???: work on some photos and then go to a christmas party tonight
me: are you going to dress festive
merkley???: no
me: fine
merkley???: i already look like kris kringle
me: you could put little ornaments in yer hair, super miniature and then wasted girls will come up to you and play with them you’re welcome for the idea little cherubs and tinsel and shit
merkley???: why not just hang them on my balls and walk around with a boner? thats way cooler
me: WHY NOT WALK AROUND THINKING YOU ARE THE COOLEST THING TO EVER HIT THE PLANET AND ABOVE EVERYTHING YOUR INTERNET FRIEND TELLS YOU TO DO FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
my grandpa died december 8 when i was in grade 6 and john lennon was shot december 8, before i was born. not to be a big emo or anything but i always remember this date no matter what.
I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH, for doing the painting! I’ve been a fan since the beginning and honestly, best birthday ever. Last night, Lindsay called me over saying “just get here now!” so I thought something was wrong, I rushed over, and she goes “are you ready for your present?” I now currently have a perma-smile, so thank you times a kazillion.
Hope all is well and merry christmas!!!
em.
ps. its quite sad how giddy I am. hehe.
ok voting isn’t fucked anymore so’s you know. you can only vote once every 24 hours.
