yesterday was FUN. all about eff you en.

i got to be a witness to the lesbo wedding and have my signature on an official lesbo document and i got to hold a lesbo ring. LESBO! total photo frenzy. i’ll put it up later for now i am just writing before i forget things. anyhow, there were these cute brazil fags signing up to be married next month and they kissed for us and it was beautiful to see because it was real and not like annoying drunk guys who turn into homos because there are 40 people watching them at a party.

me and jamie and aimee wondered if three people could marry each other. that would be a great thing to say at parties i think for when people get boring you can be like yo, you see that girl over there and you see that guy over in the kitchen, i am married to both of them, and we aren’t even dating and that guy doesn’t even live in our same area code, can you believe it!?

novelty is THE BEST.

then after the marriage we split over to magic pony and i exchanged a t-shirt and then we ate pizza – me jamie brooke aimee.

tim called me right after the wedding and we got him to meet us at the horseshoe and later his lady came too and before she got there i was telling tim that i wasn’t going to like her and tim said that i was going to like her and i fiercely disagreed and then she showed up and i liked her.

she said that she wasn’t planning on liking me either and i was fine with that.

she’s moving in with my ex boyfriend, tim said i wasn’t going to like that, not because i am jealous though, only because he is THE SCUM OF THE EARTH and i still have SCREAMING AT HIM fantasies and feel nauceous when i picture him in my mind and so on and tim told him if he pulls any sleazy shit on his girl he will go ballistic on him and other things and i was like YAAAAAAAAAH!

DO IT!

tim is the best story teller ever.

when he arrived he said a lot of stuff real fast and then went right to the bar and i said to jamie, wow, that was a lot of information and i was trying to think of interesting things to say that were better but i used up all my clever quota so all i could do after that was repeat the only parts of the napoleon dynamite dance that i could remember.

the best part was when the drunk/drugged guy from copenhagen came by to hang with us and he was all hanging off of tim and he looked like the legolas guy from lord of the rings so i was calling him legolas and asked if he had a positive outlook and stuff and then when he said that he was a feminist i told him to just shut up and fuck off i think and he was all hurt but then i fake apologized and then out of nowhere he got all racist so we all crowded around him laughing and taking advantage of his foreign-ness and general obliviousness of the motley crew he was dealing with so this carried on for ten minutes or so and then we left him and on the ride back i said that i missed legolas and wished he was in the back of jamie’s jeep, just a little bit at least.

and then me and brooke danced our mother fucking asses off and completely ruined the nite of roughly forty, 40+ year old kept/divorced women by not stopping the rock. everytime i made eye-contact with the room it was just a sea of i-hate-you scowls and squinty burn-up-and-die looks which of course made me throw myself around more and punch brooke’s ass over and over and over again in-time to the music.

then this short fucker during the goodbyes to brooke and jamie said he remembered me this other nite singing and said that i was bad and i made the airhead shocked facial reaction and knew it was because the amazon blond sent him over as evil messenger to say that because the world is against me.

watch this

the cat thinks he owns fil and two nites ago during trying to sleep time the cat fell into the paper shopping bag on my side of the bed and it made that crinkly paper bag sound and it made me laugh inside my head even though we were suppose to be grumpy because it was 6 in the morning and that dang eavesdrop thing was clanging against the wall of the building so fil couldn’t take it anymore so he got a bunch of birthday ribbons and tied them together and went outside and tied the thing to the wall somehow and then by 9 in the morning i was finally falling asleep buuut the landlord schmucks show up and were making all this noise in the alley and shovelling up debris and ice and tore the whole thing off the building so now it’s not there anymore and i guess once it ice rains inevitably it will pour right into fil’s bedroom onto my face and i will like that a lot.

tomorrow i am going to a lesbo wedding with jamie and aimee if she remembers that she wants to go with me and we are all going to wear garbage bags.

chokey said i was the guilty pleasure blog of the year. i am at the bottom after tony and the ward. the ward use to majorly s-talk me and me back to them and now we act like the other website doesn’t exist.

bleeeeeeeeeeep.

. says:

what tv shows do you watch if any

raymi says:

hmm

raymi says:

everybody loves raymond

. says:

HA

raymi says:

i know

Craig says:

what can you do?

raymi says:

nothing

Craig says:

hmmm

raymi says:

http://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/2005/01/craig-says-what-can-you-do-raymi-says.html

Craig says:

you’re funny.

raymi says:

oh right. i could do that.

raymi says:

i guess.

raymi says:

maybe i should take that down.

Craig says:

if you havn’t already you’re insane!!!

raymi says:

well i added more

that little girl was a bitch.

she totally stole my chair that was speaking to me about egyptian things and my purse was still in it! um hello, were you raised by mentally retarded rude-ass parents or something? i whispered at jamie that THAT girl stole my spot while i was taking your picture and in doing so she walked in front of my camera while i was taking your picture.

GUH!

so all day long me fil jamie were walking around looking for kids to give the finger to and take pictures of it all.

we whizzed thru the whole museum because everything was boooooooooring and the same crap that was there when i went in grade 2 except there was a new pearl exhibit with every single old person in canada there reading all the words in slow motion. fil found this pearl circumcision knife and we crowded around it like ten year olds making this big fuss and making everyone else wonder what we were looking at so they came over and saw and thought we were big pervy morons, which we were/are.

fil: “it looks like a letter opener.”

in the dinosaur part there was this couple on a date or something and the guy was trying to say everything he learned off a dinosaur cd ROM the nite before to her all at once and she is like thinking dude shut up lets just fuck already. the guy was talking to the entire exhibit basically. then fil pushed me over near them to maybe distract the guy from talking for a little bit but nooooooooooo blabbermouth keeps firing away and inevitably his lameness rubbed off on the girl and she started saying oh imagine if there were little horses like THAT running around today!?

um excuse me i say that to myself in my head everytime i am watching the discovery channel special on computer-animated dinosaurs, stop stealing!

jamie said that some of the bones weren’t even real bones.

prick.

then we ate at squirly’s and then we met up with brooke and she had dangly earrings that i couldn’t stop looking at oh and i bullied jamie into taking his insulin for me and fil to see and last minute i asked if he even needed to be taking it and he said yes and it was good that i had reminded him to.

there was a tiny fat guy dancing by himself by the pool tables and he was my favorite until he was walking by us and dropped his pool cue on the floor but it was ok i guess because he was carrying two glasses of beer.

yay jamie!

oh and ps. they were playing the yeah yeah yeahs over and over and i started dancing for three seconds and exclaimed that that one particular song makes me want to smash furniture and then i apologized for screaming when i talk.