if you put one of those weblog awards badges on your blog and leave me a comment telling me you did i will link you all in a post you also have to say VOTE FOR RAYMI’S BLOG duh. change the url so it goes directly to the voting page. here is the link for the page where the buttons are if you want to choose your own size.
this is the direct link to the best diarist voting box.
link to that shit on your blog, say something nice and convincing about me, let me know you did it and i will put yer name in a post. cinch.
**IF YOU ARE GOING TO POST A BADGE YOU NEED TO CHANGE THE URL TO THE DIRECT ONE WHICH IS THIS:
THIS IS A DRAWING OF ALL THE THINGS I AM FANTASIZING ABOUT EATING RIGHT NOW COS WE NEVER SEEM TO HAVE FOOD IN THE CONDO ON SUNDAYS AND I AM LOSING MY MIND BECAUSE OF IT.
please stop saying shit like COULDN’T BE BOTHERED TO VOTE FOR YOU just go vote you come here everyday you read for free just fucking vote for me stop being a dick you find the time to go online and check yer regular sites help pass the torch to me i am the only canadian in this category DO IT FOR CANADA come on think of how much more obnoxious and entertaining i will be once i am best diarist it will be worth it i mean i already AM the best don’t lie to yourself about that but i need that little first place badge thing on my sidebar so VOTE dangit! now! the site is receiving a lot of traffic so sometimes the loading is fucked no worry just try it again later don’t forget please and thank you.
I AM THE MAGICAL BAR FLY FAIRY DOING DANCES AND CASTING SPELLS OF DELICIOUS BEVERAGES AND PRAIRIE FIRE BLACK-OUT SHOTS AND FOODSTUFFS OF CHICKEN SALAD SAMMICHES AND PAKORAS AT 230AM HOCUS POCUS POOOOF.
OH WAIT WHAT HO HO LOOK NOW I HAVE CASTED A MYSTICAL SPELL OF HAPPINESS UPON THIS LITTLE FOREST SPRITE BEHOLD ITS IMMEDIATE EFFECT DO NOT MISTRUST MY SPELL CASTING CAPABILITIES FOR YE MAY FIND YESELF TOUCHED BY THE BAR FLY FAIRY IN THE VERY NEAR FUTURE TOO HIC.
yes that is yet another birthday gift i got fil to open i am really bad at surprises though i’m adding another gift to the pot. last minute i was not really keen on going to see magneta lane just cos and fil got sad so i said ok i will go on one condition and it is that you have to open a present from me AND i am not paying for any of the cabs ok that’s two conditions but fil was too blinded by the t-shirt to realise. i bet if he weighed 350lbs and wore that t-shirt he would be a vice do.
THIS IS WHAT AFTER A PRAIRIE FIRE SHOT LOOKS LIKE RIGHT AFTER I DECIDED TO NOT BARF IT ALL OVER THE FLOOR WHY AM I YELLING?!
earlier that nite we hit up a birthday party in the burbs and fil turns into creep0 2006 ew there was a dead moth larvae on that pom pom on the santa hat and he left it there i fucking hate that rock and roll santa and i hate even more that fil felt obliged to BE HIM.
that’s alex he was pouring me tumblers of red wine all nite then made me a tipsy eggnog and chris his cousin was wearing my bling necklace and being all wanksta so i said um where is your gun and he said in my sleeve and i said YEAH YOUR OLD NAVY SLEEVE? ahahahahaa sigh.
that’s sheri we were having microphone wars what else is new she has pretty hair.
right cos the first thing that comes to mind during the holidays is ROCK AND ROLL.
what’s up dood? nothin’, juss’chillin.
i <3 tarley cos he parted the red sea get it? moses beard joke? laughing? whatever.
alex looks baked all the time, doesn’t smoke weed though. interesting.
eggnog party of 1
they always get huge pregnant-looking trees like this i like dems
fil says this looks like a bong i say how does fil know what a bong looks like?
i told fil not too long ago that i wanted to make a wreath and he was like oh no NO WAY and i was like dude you are just jealous of my potential wreath-making skills and how i will sky-rocket to fame because of them so you tell me “it’s a stupid idea” to belittle me out of following my wreath-making dreams. dick. i was merely trying to explain how wreaths are total cash cows and mostly an un-tapped area and i could be really rich but he just talked over me anyway guys are stupid this is how i will get disgustingly rich someday just wait and see oh yes. people are lazy and stupid and will pay a lot for a fancy looking wreath that i made from forest garbage hello, martha stewart!?
people who don’t like cats are assholes and they’re the same people who think dogs are smarter – FUCK!
WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM!?
cats are better because they don’t make loud barking sounds that make you snap your head around because you are all startled and your heart kind of stops and then after the startled-feeling goes away you then have complete anger and annoyance and have to leave the room altogether because there is a dog and it is barking all over the place and then the cat looks at you and says don’t worry dood i’ll take care of it so he goes over to the dog and punches him with his little cat fist and the dog goes oh ok sorry guy and starts licking his balls and other dog-things until you have to let him out to crap in your backyard while the cat is sitting politely in his little box reading the newspaper taking a doo doo and gracefully covers it all up for you to scoop it out later when you feel like it.
and then barky mcbark bark is all look at me look at me i am a dog bark bark yip and slams into the diningroom table and destroys everything pretty what is your house while kitty larue is telling you to fuck off with his eyes because he has this thing called pride something that dogfuck lacks because dogs are not as cool as cats.
don’t get me wrong i do love dogs i just prefer cats because i am crazy as a loon and bitches like me who are lazy assholes opt for low-maintenance snotty animals who are needy sometimes while completely invisible other times and then when you start crying they come sit on your head and sniff your stupid eyes and nose and feel bad for you and then when you are done using the cat for having your emotional needs met you can go on a bender for a few days, come back and cat is like yo dude WHAT’S UP i didn’t notice you left but the dog is all hysterical, complete wreck of a creature while you were away all of your house is messed and smelly and you are like, I. HATE. MY. LIFE.
the way i see it, if you want a fuckin’ kid, give birth.
