is like being a bitter seahag the thing that people are doing in San Francisco right now
Lips & Assholes says:
its cause i hate white people like the black panthers
raymi says:
oh my god i dont hate them
raymi says:
i also mentioned the kkk u moron
Lips & Assholes says:
hahahahahah
raymi says:
yer the one who said it wasnt hip to be black right now
raymi says:
u have black guilt
Lips & Assholes says:
yeah thats part of my plan to fuck with your head
Lips & Assholes says:
i secretly want to impregnate all the white women so they have brown babies
Lips & Assholes says:
do you know about the brown babie$?
raymi says:
u were seriously angry that i mentioned the black panthers?
Lips & Assholes says:
the girls, i mean
raymi says:
i dont care
Lips & Assholes says:
i want you to write about them, but dont mention my name cause i want to do a couple of them
raymi says:
what is so cool about wearing bomber jackets and listening to public enemy and wearing black berets and blaming all of your problems on whitey
Lips & Assholes says:
but trash talk them
Lips & Assholes says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Lips & Assholes says:
that was funny
raymi says:
thanks
Lips & Assholes says:
good job
Lips & Assholes says:
but yeah
Lips & Assholes says:
trash talk the BB$
raymi says:
like that one guy on fresh prince of bel-air who wont let carlton into the fraternity cos he isnt black enough and will is all tryin’ to defend him and carlton goes, “no will, i got this one.” AHHAHAHAHAHa
Lips & Assholes says:
hahahahah
raymi says:
why do i trash talk them, i dont want a bunch of brown girls to kill me
they are a crew of girls who are known for nothing but looking cute and being at parties
raymi says:
Lax: My girls are a bunch of strong, creative-minded, and fashion-forward females that represent many aspects of the Los Angeles street couture culture… SHOUT OUT TIME! :
Lips & Assholes says:
like paris hilton, but brown.
raymi says:
wow how boring
Lips & Assholes says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
raymi says:
im sorry but this would be the most boring unfun thing to write about
maybe i will become bulimic. or anorexic. don’t worry i won’t, i like thinking about it though. i’m so stupid i should’ve been anorexic over winter cos i can subway and cab everywhere and now have to walk. me and fil ate at victory for lunch on saturday and i said ok maybe i will go make myself puke after this and he got angry cos i was talking in this THIS IS NOT A BIG DEAL kind of fashion like if someone was talking about being molested like they are doing laundry you want to punch them?
anyway i am not good at commiting myself to anything that would take pleasure away from my daily life so whatever.
i also have zero advice for bulimics and anorexics so don’t give me sob story comments because 1. i don’t care 2. hearing about that is boring 3. girls who are not fat who think they are make me want to hurt them 4. i have my own problems
wow i thought my mean bitchy attitude went away, maybe not.
ok so i am suppose to add more people to the annoying list:
germans, that’s all i can remember. they are annoying cos they are very black and white and get super pissed off very easily, not unlike me but at least i see the in-between, they’re just all NO NO NO and that is that so i am like OK THEN and i key their cars. everyone who got all angry about my list just shut up, i don’t hate any of them i just think they are annoying. you mean to tell me feminists aren’t annoying? tell me one non-annoying thing about feminists and i will get you a life-time supply of oranges.
people with dreadlocks are very annoying. the entire 1990’s: annoying. any and everything having to do with poetry, annoying. slam-poetry? come on there’s nothing more embarassing then someone sticking it to you in a rhyme, like what are you singing? if you want to rhyme out loud you could at least rap it or sing, what’s this talking rhyming shit? are you dr. seuss? wow so amazing you rhymed at me, ooooh.
THE BACK OF HER CRACK WAS A SHACK KRACK A LACK DADDY MACK SHORT STACK HEART ATTACK TO THE KNACK…
wow so very deep i’m like really contemplating stuff now, totally changed my perspective and shit lets go drink some chai and give each other back massages on the floor cross-legged…..zzzzz…..
fil just texted me a list of things i could do today: laundry, the sheets, recycling, take the garbage down. i am purposely not responding to that text. these were all the things i was going to do anyway but now my ego is angry so i will do them later, maybe after i am done writing five posts about how much fil sucks.
he was totally wasted on saturday nite. we saw that chick at the drake, the discovery channel daily planet aussie. i yelled out at her I LOVE YOUR SHOW and then i thought she thought she was better than me and i wanted to leave cos i don’t like people thinking i am not cool but luckily we stayed on and got plastered some more and shit-talked everyone around us.
fil was like do you even know the name of her show? and i was all yeah it’s like planet discovery something.
martin showed up and flirted with a girl who’s tiny italian cigar-smoking bf materialized out of nowhere and we got it in our heads that we were gonna hve to fight him so fil put a bic lighter in his fist in case he had to do some punching. ok tough guy. then we went to meet samir and kept bragging about how much we were getting along for once (me and fil).
then we came home finished off some wine and microwaved everything in the freezer and ate it. fil gave me a drunken speech about how i poured myself more wine than him. haha.
the next morning he gave me another speech about how i double-fed cid in his underwear in the bedroom doorway and even like cleared his throat for effect and said he is master of all things cid or something and i shot out of bed and said YOU ARE ACTUALLY GIVING ME A PREPARED SPEECH IN YOUR UNDERWEAR.
I dreamt about you again last night. We were stranded at sea, and they only had so much food to ration. You had zipped open the cooler that they kept all the food in, and had opened up this huge package of tofu. You were mawing down on a piece, and one of the “leaders” in the group was getting all angry at you – about how you were going to start anarchy if you just snacked whenever you felt like it. You got all defensive, and backed away, still cramming tofu into your mouth. They asked if you had taken anything out, and like a magic trick, you started pulling buckets of food out of your jacket – and I mean buckets – steaming buckets of butter chicken, and another of palak paneer. I was truly dumbfounded as to how you hadn’t spilled any inside your jacket, and why you had taken tofu if you did indeed eat meat.
Later, we painted huge styrofoam pieces gold, and escaped from the ship, as our “leaders” were tyrants of a most brutal sort.
ignore the fact that i look like an ugly man with a bad wig – that guy beside me is jd fortune the new inxs guy, when he use to work at le chateau on yonge st. haha. this was taken 8 years ago.
i wish i could drunk-dial my blog, well i guess i can sort of, like late-nite drunken commenting. but it would be nice to be able to call my blog on the phone and talk to it. i should buy it a cellphone, yeah.
