i just walked to the supermarket. when i walk by myself i am insanely insecure and hate myself. i was whistled at and honked at and stared at a gabillion times and these tweenager girls were walking behind me and in my head i was thinking they were discussing how fat i am and other such junk and then when i finally got to the supermarket i got all the things i wanted and had the first and only verbal human contact of the day with the cashier i felt like hugging her because she said hi to me. then walking back was equally difficult because it is rush-hour small town traffic time and everyone's heads are sticking out their windows and it seems that chicks carrying plastic bags is a turn on or something. i seriously contemplated walking behind all the houses and buildings regardless of the extra time it would have taken just so people couldn't look at me.



and the cat is mad at me because i am mad at him because he is attacking me with his affection and won't leave me alone so i locked him out of the room and when i opened the door he was sitting there waiting and gave me a dirty look and i have zero patience right now because i have a cold coming on.

it feels like i ran a marathon, you know that out of breath coldness in your lungs.

oh and when i walk and it is windy my hair looks like a mullet.

i could go on.

i'm so bored i'm gonna go be a barfly for a little while.

oh yeh last nite's show was sponsored by exclaim magazine or something and there were all these condoms being passed around and some guy was up on stage going safe sex! safe sex! safe sex! and throwing out condoms to the crowd but i couldn't hear too well because i had all these dicks in my ears and hands and mouth and cum in my eyes and vaginas in my hair.

i can't believe i actually thought about blogging this last nite and considered it funny.

whatever most of my readers have the mentality of a 13 year old boy anyway.

raymi says:

i was drunk and hung over the entire time

Jamie says:

no

Jamie says:

you?

raymi says:

haha

raymi says:

shut up

whee robitussin high. my throat is getting sore. perfect.

yesterday mark described the workings of dungeons and dragons to me and why he isn't playing anymore. first of all he had to bring his own snacks and these nerds that play don't even drink and the whole game is just rolling dice and the dude who is in charge makes up all these things that happen and gives you two options and then you go on to your next move. fucker made up some swamp witch that molests mark and mark can either kill her with his sword or let her live and so mark kills her and then everyone made mark feel bad. you even have to have your own dice and keep them in a gay little pouch.

anyway, mark got told off at the pub by some older than old man who was eating fish 'n chips with his wife for dinner. apparently mark was swearing too much but i didn't even notice. i told oldy mcgee that we were there first.

like come on you're eating dinner in a bar, what do you expect, church behavior?

so i went over to fil's to watch the end of survivor because watching survivor is not at all as nerdy as D&D.

then we went to the phoenix to watch the organ and stars and other bands i forget the names of however the organ was fucking snoresville that it turned the alcohol i consumed into crazy moonshine knockout juice and i had to go to the car and pass out 'til the concert was over. i hung in there 'til their fifth song though, of stars.

then hit up rabba for some chips and dip and ate the crap out of them on the ride home.

"Did they play the THAT STAR IS A FRECKLE ON MY FACE...song?"

"You mean the porcelain skin song?"

"whatever."

i left my camera cord at fil's so i can't do my faggy multiple photo posts. until i realised it was there i had a mini-tantrum swearfest.

finished the rest of the wine with aimee this afternoon and a 40 then i passed out on the couch and woke up crazy disoriented-feeling and was mad because no one was there to yell at even though there was no reason to be angry.

passing out for some reason makes me mad at people when i wake up.

my back-to-black hair makes me look like i am giving a constant dirty look. good thing. i was getting tired of smiling.

we're going to see stars tomorrow.

i dyed my hair back to black so now i can stop whining and go back to straight 'dissin chicks with blond hair.

on the flight back to toronto this fucker sitting beside me was listening to his headset super ass loud so i wore earplugs but i could still hear all the stupid channels he was watching though mostly he wasn't even watching what was on he was reading stuff magazine. everytime he went to the bathroom i turned down his volume and acted like i didn't when he got back. cool story hansel.



last nite we had band practise and afterward came back to try and watch the chapelle show but passed out cold and when fil woke me up to go to bed i was saying oh no my drink, referring to the rest of my wine and he shooed me away and drank it himself.

i fucked off on my crazy doctor appointment today i just realised this.

oh well.



nobody jay-walks in vancouver. why is it called jay-walking?

matt made the hugest friggin' minute steaks last nite and we pulled the kitchen table way up to the television last nite while watching extreme makeover home edition and cried over all the little aids girls and their generous cancer mom and then played drink drank dronk screaming mean things at each other, screw each other over as much as possible monopoly. i was the first to put up houses on my ghetto property - baltic and mediterranean avenue but that wasn't until two hours into the game. before that someone fnally landed on baltic i was like YES PAY ME BITCH and then fil threw two dollars at me and then one more to make it a one dollar 'dis. fucker.

quote of the week: "Your mother sucks cock in hell, lick me, lick me."

jen put her feet in the monopoly boxes and did the splitz and started cry-laughing when she saw the video of herself whilst on the fone wearing big stupid glasses with the tag still on.

um, ya so we cheated jen and i and in the end it worked against us because fil turned into a little girl out of nowhere and flipped the monopoly board and we tried to make him think that we were super duper angry about it and for a second there he seemed panic-stricken and believed us.

jen's version

phil is full of shit

just came back from kitto and ate the shit out of beef udon soup. it was so good i wish i was eating it right now. last nite i hiccupped all the way back from bowling/drinking and then some and ate left over sushi. jen likes soy cheese. what a nutcase. that crap tastes like pretend food, fisher price plastic. when jen sits on her exercise ball the dogs bark hysterically and casey goes psychotic on his furry ball. anyway, it's funny. fil handed our asses to us at 5 pin which was surprising because he usually can't aim for shit. i'm dying my hair black when i get home. stamped it.