last nite we went to get the new vice at american apparel rather i did and also bought a forty dollar shirt and fil got mad at me when i finally got back to the car and i was all I DIDN’T EVEN TRY IT ON! it was worth it though. WORTH IT!

FINALLY my two front teeth are the same length, what a difference. my mum was all you have model teeth at the pharmacy and i was like sweet then looked in a mirror and it was true except my teeth are yellow.

i brought fil’s ipod so i wouldn’t have to listen to easy rock music and ended up turning the volume way down so i could eavesdrop on the nurse asking the dentist a hundred questions about mp3’s and computers, unngh.

this morning i asked fil if he was vin diesel because he works out.

fil: no, but i could kick vin diesel’s ass!

raymi: pffffffffft yeah right vin diesel just heard that and is on his way over right now to kick your ass!

then fil locked himself in the bathroom.

we rented Prozac Nation finally, i read it when i was in Wimbledon and immediately decided that Lizzie was me. i remember reading it in this cafe in Rayne’s park and spent like 50 pounds on wine and coffees and sandwiches and i wrote ten million quotes in my journal, whatever nerd. so the movie was nicely done, not exactly true to the book though but still, pretty accurate despite christina ricci’s shitty crying. you do get to see her tits.

i was walking across the room to go to the kitchen for some scissors to cut my new striped sweater into a cardigan (which wasn’t the best idea oh well) and cid came out of nowhere and threw himself at my legs to make me trip but it didn’t work so he tried to attack me but i was too quick for him then he scream-meowed at me and i bent over and said to his face EL CID? MORE LIKE EL TWAT. FEED YOUR FUCKING SELF IF YOU’RE SO HUNGRY YOU ASSHOLE. DO THAT AGAIN AND YOUR NEW HOME IS IN THE PARK.

ok i didn’t really say that but i thought it.

anyway i am trying to remember what i wore to the dentist the last time i went for some reason it is important for me to impress my dentist despite him wearing a fuckin’ hawaiian shirt last time.

fil has a secret stash of pervy nude fotos of me and recently he has been EXPLOITING ME on his blog because he is a hit nazi. what else? we are arguing on the fone about metric now cos of the comment i left on his blog saying he is going to the concert in feb with some random girl who asked if he was going cos i am so totally bored of that band and fil is like can you get me on guest list i’ll go with samir and i am like HECK NO OPPORTUNIST cos samir has some kind of emily haines connections and if i don’t go and samir does this means fil will get to talk/hang out with/be ignored by his number one crush so that nite fil will either go by himself or someone else who is not samir and samir will hang out with me and make felt people!

i have to go to the dentist again for the other side of my mouth and to have my front tooth shaved. is that going to hurt? like hey man after you’re done working on those ten other cavity-ridden teeth could you file down this tooth over here? fuck. last time i had the gas for the first time and i pretty much had five mini-anxiety attacks cos it feels like you smoked a j and i was listening to john mayer and he was singing about some girl who disappeared i dunno and i thought it was a hidden message for me what with the gas and a fucking drill in my mouth so i stopped inhaling and the feeling went away.

the moral of the story is to NOT listen to john mayer when you are stoned because he has satanic messages in his songs.

look how much of a nerd i use to be, that’s grade twelve i think. that’s when i had dyke-hair and barely got laid. i tried to get with chicks even and they were like WHAT GENDER ARE YOU!? that is all for now. ps. i am the one wearing the blue lifejacket vest thing.

this is what i looked like at 17 maybe 18 when i hung out at this wop cafe everyday instead of going to classes and i would drink rum and cokes at noon what the hell? i wrote radiohead lyrics in my notebook and stupid drawings and considered myself to be extremely eccentric.

and here i am in my dido pagoda hair phase where i decided to be a girl again and have my tongue pierced. that’s a drawing my friend did of me behind me. he is asian. it was very in vogue to have an asian guy friend back then i think.

here i am when i tried to have hair like gwyneth paltrow in the royal tennenbaums except i had bangs. that band was called the neighbourhood gang and we played one show and now the spaniard (dude with guitar, ex-bf) is in another up and coming band called no dynamics. i was kicked out of the neighborhood gang for over a month and no one told me. it was a big blow up when i found out at squirrly’s from heather in front of the drummer and i got super wasted and did some coke and went to spaniard’s birthday party with his present which i gave away to everyone in the bar but ripped up the foto of him and wrote you asshole or something i forget, it was a pretty good gift i think. heather exploded at him and he won’t talk to her to this day. i just stood and watched through the window, i think i had walked all the way there drinking a tallboy and lucas flew by in a cab. then i made noel come over to my place at like 4 in the morning, he was high as hell then passed out immediately.

today we are going to buy katamari damacy that game where you are velcro and you roll around and people stick to you and houses and buildings and eventually stadiums awesome!

Q: How many ADD kids does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: lets go ride bikes!