Phil: lucky i want two ultimate burgers right now please
me: haha
Phil: look im trying to be nice and calm, just give me two nice juicy cheesy ultimate burgers please RIGHT FUCKING NOW
me: do u want me to fedex them
Phil: THATS NOT FAST ENOUGH STOP BEING A FUCKING PUSSY AND GO PICK THEM UP AND THEN BRING THEM TO ME IN A FUCKING TAXI BEFORE I KILL EVRYONE I SEE
me: WOAH AHAHHAHAHAHHAa
Phil: wow ok sorry i lost my cool should i go to burger king and have a breakdown? and sit there surrounded by quad-stackers crying and eating tempting, i know…
two things i neglected to mention from last nite: (oh yeah we went to a leafs game)
1. some drunk old guy said that i LOOKED LIKE CHRISTMAS and instead of coming up with a witty remark i said something DANGEROUSLY uncool instead which was THANKS I LOVE CHRISTMAS. and it is also an outright lie.
2. i pretty much black-out sang don’t tell me by madonna at karaoke AND i let the host make RAYMI IS CRAZY jokes about me before and after like he always does and hit the fart samples and i did not even flip out at all.
ps. somehoe my flickr account was upgraded to pro how did that happen is it because i am now the most famous person in the world? awesome.
congratulations on your win over canadian bloggers. now you should have the losers carry you on one of those thrones that kings always had people carry them around on. then have them pay tribute… like cupcakes and booze. Then you can begin a slow spiral into true madness and abuse your power until a small, quirky but determined task force is sent despite overwhelming odds into taking you out. I’ll direct, you star.
this kid is like my little protege except i never asked him to be and he sends me a message every three months describing his life in infinite detail and i don’t read it. today out of an act of kindness i have decided that he can be my NEW token orange-haired friend (sorry ward). so the position for boy orange-haired friend is taken, dudes. sorry. he is fully copying my life and what i consider to be a d-class stalker and don’t ask me what that is cos i cannot explain it.
right now i am depressed because fil is too busy to discuss hamburgers with me.
And we all know Moms don’t have shit to do all day when their spoiled brat kids are with the nanny they pay a bazillion dollars to take care of their kid they don’t want, so they have a lot of time to kill –
luckily you have drunken shut ins who take a break from viewing dog porn long enough to check and see if you have another titty shot up, also WTF with yours being the only NSFW blog out of a BILLION, so gay, the blog o sphere is so so gay
TODAY IN UTAH I DID SOMETHING SO EXTREME I CANNOT EVEN BLOG ABOUT IT
yeah it’s like i am the only blog on the internet or something i think the internet is racist against my once a month tit shot, zero adsense/google ads and the like will accept me cos of my content and i have not ever emailed them to switch it and i continue to be scandallous or whathaveyou FOR FREE i think i am owed at least something for that otherwise i will copy mom blogs TODAY WE MADE OUR OWN JAM FOR THE FIRST TIME WITHOUT USING CERTA IT TURNED OUT GREAT raymi | Homepage | 12.06.06 – 1:16 pm | #
ok i am discussing this with my friend right now my INTERNET friend which actually means someone i will probably never meet but i want the entire world to think we are major best friends, hmm i will have to write about this later, anyway, we are discussing my bitchiness and he thinks i should not go to war on dooce cos i have a chance of winning and so if she gets all agro on me i can be like oh i was thinking how awesome dooce is and then she ends up looking bad somehow instead of me even tho i started all of it ahaha.
i told him i disagree, i think people like my inherent bitchiness, everyone loves a villain right? he thinks i am actually a very sweet person, and i can be, i mean, i am, but i am also a complete witch too.
so, what i want to know is, do you like me more for my bitchy or for my sweet?
