dear downstairs foyer:
why do you insist on smelling like old lady perfume aka funeral parlor full of old ladies? i guess it can’t all be bad cos it rubs off on my clothes and it’s like HEY FREE PERFUME! but sometimes i would prefer NOT to smell like dishsoap poison with a hint of rotting mayflowers.
yours, raymi apt. ***
i like how bands on my space think that i am a band too. they are all like:
“hey, i was looking at bands and saw your profile.
you seemed like a really cool cat.
it would be really amazing if you added my friends band.
it’s really good.”
why don’t you just come out and say it? i see you have a lot of people on your list and i don’t know what the fuck you are about but add my friend’s band like it will really make a difference.
fuck off.
ps add me.
dear kanye west:
you are not a saint, angel, messenger of god, god, or jesus.
love raymi
oh just fuck off.
there’s so much annoying and contradictory shit about feminism it may as well be christianity.
so SO glad i did not drunk dial my blog last nite/morning/this morning what?
if you need me i will be eating all of the chinese food in toronto.
my head looks like a bobble head.
bitches im getting this fone for free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
email me if u think you qualify they want toronto bloggers or vancouver bloggers mostly!
he is trying to fit in my bag, i try to help and he wants to destroy me wtf.
we played ntn last nite aka buzztime at a bar and i was cheating off this old guy beside fil and we were taking it very seriously and timing bathroom/smoke breaks even. i heart trivia.
