ok pictures are a litle effed-up again. ah well. karaoke nite was last nite - the most important nite of the week. they let raymi sing 5 songs. i rocked the joint. i teamed-up with this drunken hippie lady to sing Hey Jude and she screamed the JuDeeee Judeeee Judeeeeeee part really loud. it was great. the karaoke lady and gentlemen asked me to be there every thursday. try and stop me from not coming back.
Thursday, January 31, 2002
i am probably going to jail. i stole a big fancy diamond ring yesterday from a lesbian's second-hand clothing store. it was outrageously priced so she deserved it. who the fuck would pay 25 dollars for a big fake diamond ring? not me. i feel a little bit guilty but not that much. i'm going to hell anyway so who really cares. i like it a lot and i am glad i stole it. it makes me feel fancy and important and pretentious.
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
Quote from Raymi's mom - what she thought about "Cunt Trumpet Music" the article Raymi wrote about Queefs.
"Raymi, I'm not sure this article is something to write home about, I didn't even know there was such a term, I can't even type it out...is this what you think about in your spare time? What about all those dance lessons I gave you, and swimming,skating,Brownies,guitar,journalism at Oxford in England.......oh well, anyway some advice for trumpet noises, just giggle, cough, or pretend that it didn't happen or it may spoil the mood. Love mom oxox."
uhhh, thanks. i think.
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
this is what my mum thought about my drunkAsshole piece.
"I started to read your drunkass stuff but didn't finish it because there was a computer error and I couldn't get back in, I hope the stuff you wrote is just a joke, you wouldn't really want to get drunk and make people feel bad about themselves, that would show insecurity on your part, it's always good to be nice to people Raymi."
the television paralyzes me. if you were to walk in the room with your hair on fire and i was watching cribs on MTV i would get mad at you for distracting me - that or i wouldn't even notice. television is very important to me. yesterday i learned about the bermuda triangle and about Las vegas showgirls and the true story about the cosby kids. televison makes me so happy. and lazy. and fat.
Sunday, January 27, 2002
today it's all about futbol. bah. all i care about is the beer and the sausages and the chips. i don't understand this country's fascination with a 3 hour long sport. it wouldn't be so long if you stopped the clock everytime one of those things happened where someone does something and the other team like catches it andthen everyone goes mental then uhh, everyone has to pay close attention to what just happened. it's retarded. if they'd just throw the fuckin ball, run like hell and maybe punt a few times the game would be over in a matter of minutes. but no. you gotta have all this drama. whatever.