lite brite fun
bored as hell?
EXCERPT FROM BOOK I AM WORKING ON NOT YET TITLED
Marta had a date last night!!!!$$&*& So Larry cooked! It was, uh, very Larry. French fries broiled in the oven, burnt and crispy, frozen peas and microwave macaroni. Somehow he managed to even fuck up the macaroni, so we ordered Chinese.
Then we watched Larry check his Myspace email and got trashed on Bailey’s. Larry projected his desktop onto the wall so we could recite all of his outgoing potential courtship responses in funny accents. Then we read my blog that way also, until we all had peeing-pants fits. Reading my blog wasted is pretty funny ‘cos I caps lock sentences for emphasis and my grammar is just terrible and lazy so when you’ve had several drinks everything is all jumbled and hurried and you are like what?
And then when you make your voice affected it’s ten times more hilarious, doooooooood.
Larry has a thing for Asian women, he’s got three different ones on the go and soon we will be meeting two of them. Separately of course.
One is 23! Her name is Minnie. Ha-ha.
The other one is 39! Her name is Desire. I am not lying.
A few months ago I mixed up these two other Myspace conquests of Larry’s so he had to dump them. He wasn’t too angry with me. He said it was good material for his screenplay.
“Larry, you’re writing a screenplay?”
“Yes, is that so hard to believe, Penny?”
“…”
“Ok fine, I’m writing a porn.”
“!”
“Ok fine! I’m putting it in the wank failure bank.”
So this time I know better not to get loaded and insist that I fully remember being told that < ___ > is the manager of her department in bla bla bla sales something boring tra la la and has two dogs, one named Cody the other named Myrtle. Man that was awkward.
Sam plays wingman, well, sort of, and I sometimes play spinster hag. We’ve decided Sam can’t really be wingman anymore ‘cos then Larry’s lady’s friend gets way into Sam and I get way into red wine and then I blow everyone’s cover.
Anyway after Myspace and blogs, we went home around one. I wonder how Sam’s hangover went for him today.

ASK RAYMI
Hi Raymi,
I saw your advice columns and figured I would take a shot on a question. I’ve been dating a girl for 3 months now, things are going well, we have fun together and really hit it off. However, I’m slightly concerned that I’m doing too much of the work in the relationship. I’m constantly the one who is making plans, usually paying for dinner, tickets, events, gifts, etc.
She shows affection (and occasionally splits the bill), but she really hasn’t decided to come out and do anything for me yet. I have expressed to her that I want to avoid being taken advantage of as in past relationships, and she understands and seems pretty genuine, but I want to make sure she somehow gets the hint that we both need to be doing things for each other for it to work.
Don’t get me wrong, sex and everything else is great, I just get the feeling sometimes that she doesn’t think of doing things for me sometimes. I really like this girl so I don’t want to shake things up too bad, but would welcome your advice on this one.
Thanks,
GPT
Boston, MA
Hey GPT, first of all, go red sox. secondly, this slut is totally using you. you’re a chump and should’ve given up ages ago. as soon as the gifts stop rolling in this girl is dunzo, sorry. she simply ain’t feeling you anymore. before you end it try and get a big ole fight in there where you’re yelling at 3 in the morning and your hair is standing up cos you’re so stressed and she’s all why baby whyyyyy and you’re like YOU ARE DEAD TO ME TARA. fun.
good luck next time, doormat.

:: HI RAYMILAUREN
GREAT PICS I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOUR PRIVATE ONES I HAVE
SOME UP OF ME AND FRIENDS HAVING SEXY FUN HOPE U ENJOY
THANKS BILLY
holy sears portrait!
i just cleaned the bathroom to ted nugent’s stranglehold and it is my new favorite cleaning the bathroom song, i was really fucking FEELING IT and once i got to the counter/sink i realised how awesome i probably looked papertowelfantastiking that fuckin’ bitch! it was like dazed and confused bathroom party scuse me guys i am going to eat some special brownies and totally lay in a field now with those big earphones from the kindergarden listening centre rad!

lise and i went to the something pantry to eat lunch and i walked in on this fat woman wiping her ass in the bathroom hey lady LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR! then she spent ten minutes in there and i wanted to die. she comes out and spends ten minutes reading everything on the bulletin board right near me. i should have yelled out SORRY just to rub it in a little more. this was just before getting our food i’m lucky i didn’t see any bits. ok my stomache just flipflopped i can’t stop picturing her.
she also was eating a piece of cake by herself when we got there then she took a half hour dump in the one toilet available for the ladies so i took a pee in the men’s which smelled like a hot urine sauna.
then i ate a zuccini pancake and the girl behind lise said she wasn’t really into sauces, “I’m not a SAUCE PERSON.”
i met ladyinpublic yesterday. she’s a babe and so are her friends and i am like a hundred feet taller than them.