you know when everyone cheers each other they dont really want to clink glasses they just want to raise 'em in the air but then one dumb idiot succumbs and clinks their neighbour and then everyone is forced to do the same and you have to lean way way over to hit everyone in the room and if you're missed during the round of clinking then you are a big loser.

i have done nothing but be a retarded sketchbag today and mumble unintelligible anecdotes over everyone else talking and pouring myself wine and telling stories that don't go anywhere.

sometimes i feel like i am talking from underneath a pillow.

my grandmum does not know who the fuck i am. she's like what's your name uh luh-ren i'm your granddaughter oh you are? yeh i am. that place is fucking depressing. just a sea of old people asleep at the dinner table in a sitting position. and gramma is such a lush. jeez. she thinks she is in england and her husband is still alive but away in france or something and he never calls. if and when i get to be totally demented please push me off a cliff. thanks.

i'm trying to remember whatever the fuck i dreamt about last nite but as i sat on the toilette this morning i forgot everything. i'm still dreaming about crazy vibrators five out of seven times a week. i have relatives in town taking over my room so didn't feel like rushing home to sleep on a old lady couch. they're gone for the day so i'll stop by later, do my thing-thang and leave again.

i'm staying at the ho jo's on erin mills parkway under missy miu room 113. come say hi.

dude i blew it on the take out chinese. with our own sauce pfft that means boiled with salt but in actuality it's a whole 'nother story. more like brown cow goo that i am about to nuke and eat all over again.

when you see a girl's gotchies on the floor do you pick them up and inspect the crotch?

You're Fiji!

As calm, relaxed, and removed from life as they come, you're just so
chilled out, it hurts people to see you.  Everyone aspires to be where you are, but
most of them just can't put their stress away.  Little do they know that even you
sometimes have inner turmoil and struggles!  For the most part, though, it's sun and
fun for you, and that's the way you like it.  It's just sort of hard to get things
done with all that partying.
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so we went to the mall early and played the who-would-you-rather-sleep-with
-that-fat-ugly-guy-with-the-pubestache
-or-that-beastly-monster-of-a-man-with-cowboy-boots-and-jeans-wedged-in-his-ass game and jesusface with his big mouth exclaimed that new york fries sucks and their new oil is shit and then this dude walks up to us all eerily chill and hands us these free fries vouchers and apologizes for being shitty. and ps just because they are free doesn't mean they're no longer crap.

i wish that every person i knew who has ever been an asstard to me in any kind of way would approach me and gimme something awesome and then apologize for being a big gay. but then again i would never ever do that myself. well maybe but i guarantee nothing.

i am chewing liquid centred watermelon gum right now but it is not as good as the hubba bubba kind. you know the one with the fluorescent green package, the one you bought when you started smoking cigarettes behind your neighbour's backyard and had to hide it from your parents all hush hush but then sarah and andrea rat on you and their mum calls you and brooke and rena's mum and you sort of get in shit but not really except for brooke 'kuz her mum was a nazi. pfft.

so i got sort of a lobster tan today. awwrite. and got these lil green shorty shorts and i am obsessed with keeping an eye out for any potential camel toe-age.

shawn is over (brother raymi) and me and him and jullo are gonna break thru my dad's window and suntan on the roof there. shawn is all manic and on 4 cups of coffee playing hitman and saying lets go for a drive and i am still half asleep in my old lady supermarket dress with fucked hair and eyes and still getting body buzzes from the ganj. gsusking is adhd to all hell it's funny. i need triple a batteries for my pussy razor. i need variety store sunglasses. i look like a skid shawn says, when you're gonna paint the trailer? fuck you.

speaking of trailer, the marlers lemme knick a trillion glow stick bracelets and these pics of dude they bought their silver twinkie of a trailer from who has black eyes and beat up face with no shirt on and a fat naked pig wife. and his report card too. they also found shotguns in there. awesome. ok we have to go now. have fun today.

raymi singsong sing along michelle loser idiot

man these girls her eare all like the debbies from the oblongs. cute shoes cute shoes. all blonds i swear they are the only people left in this world who believe blond hair is the key to a happy life. fucking yuppies-in-training. barfotron. blakk.

add yerself to my msn parkdaleraymi@hotmail.com and u can see me online on cam for the next half hour at 12 30 am eastern time woooooh!

btw i wanted the pink bunny moreso fuscia in the top left hand corner of that pic. three dollars and nothing. pfffffffffffffff...

there's this walking streak of sex i know, "i just had my ass like on your shoulder and like smacekd it and you did not react at all you have to put these on i dont want you to get eye cancer i dont feel so good i chugged a few martinis" "we should go on messenger and talk to each other" "no i do that with my brother"

anyway he walks around in wife beaters like hes kingshit and looks at every girl, thing in the room and he coughs like crazzy in the mornings and holds everything all dainty and says way to be you know what i mean and other stuff too. when i am confronted i become a big asshole don't type what i just said.

so lemme go back to that chemo weed crap. serious. i can't believe this shit exists.

that's the nite i had my make-up all sexy the nite before my bday from alex who got concussed and whipped and spanked and put her lipstick on her friggin' eyes in the bathroom and swades was all woooooooooooooooh with the belt holy hell.

black people eat ice cream? i thought they ate mud!

chemo weed, wtf!?

um am i the only person in the room who' legs are turning inside out and everything inside you is all jibber-jabber. gone green? what what? i guess that's junky styles right? i read burroughs' junky and shit man that made me wanna try heroin so baaad. but i'm not gonna go there. ever. me and floorboards wuz talkin' about that the other day and he's like yah some of that is gonna be comin' thru and i'm like hmmm i'm comin' over then and he's like yah i'm doin' that! then i thought nah i couldn't do it. there's things you think about and you really consider them for awhile and reason walks through the dorr and is like yo mother effer don't be stupid.

yo i hate this new blogger set-up what the fucking fuck? i just came in from suntanning and the only time i see my neighbours is when i'm in my 'kini, durrty ole pervs.

i'm starting to finally enjoy trailer park boys.

and i think it's funny how boston rob proposed to amber before they announced who won the million. way to be. she wins it and you benefit you bastard. pre-nup that shiznat amber. pre-nup. and i don't know what the twist was so tell me someone thanks.