holy fucking shit i am exhausticated and we're still going strong and we are having a vodka cola lemon break and i changed my outfit a hundred times. did i mention i think i might be getting sick? fil's computer doesn't have the right drivers for my pentax so no super cool fotos sorry. it's raining again.
on thursday at green room this nice couple were trying to find a nice dry table/seat but the one vacant one that was only half covered, there was rain droplets all over the seats and i said go ahead sit there it's probably not going to rain again. dot dot dot. well, not like i'm a meteorologist or anything dot dot dot. they sit elsewhere with no shelter and three minutes later it fucking pours bouncey ball sized raindrops. i'm awesome.
anyway remember i spoke to a skinhead?
after seeing american history x i had week long edward norton can fully fuck me fantasies and that's how i got the skinhead to talk to me.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
now i am reading catcher in the rye. i read it before when i was in grade seven, not for school, but for nerd pleasure. i'm amazed at how much i don't remember and how this book changes the way i think about people, judgingly. no wonder nerds think they're "above it", "above you" - their only friends are fictitious pretentious assholes.
i ripped part of the nail out of my thumb last nite and it bled all over the place and it fucking hurts to type i'm gonna go get an iced coffee with fil so sean can work cos apparently i am "talking too much" bye.
ungh i fully have to crap right now. i am using fil's puter cos mine still has aids we think. sorry for my absense yesterday afternoon SUCKED i was too depressed to leave the condo.
ok i deuced and i think i lost 3.5 lbs or i no longer have intestines.
fil has this game on his treo called drug wars and i like it because i get to peddle invisible speed and pcp and cocaine and buy bigger trenchcoats so i can fit more drugs on my person and i play it when no one is paying me attention at the bar and then i scream across twenty people FIL I FOUND SOME ACID ON A DEAD GUY IN CENTRAL PARK, SAFE!
i thought up a new name for my fucking book last nite at the pedestrian show but alack i drank it away then we went to this yuppie scum king street place that use to be called the loft but now is called menelux for some retarded reason and sean's scotch was 27.50, that's how zactly stupid this place is. they were playing baraka at least. anyway i am pretty much best friends with pedestrian by now what with my amazing social skills and all and joel said he would quit the band if we didn't go to their show today at....
he also plays guitar in our lady peace he's like i dunno the extra guitar guy? um, i have never been to edgefest but at least i'm getting in free and get to not be with the hippies in the fields.
i think i'm drunk still and my throat is fucked i smoked weed last nite at the yuppie place at our table right after i rolled it and that's when i got really funny.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Date: Jun 27, 2006 5:46 PM
Subject: hey mang
Dear Raymi, god new zealand is boring. It's full of vast throngs of people who are essentially inoffensive, and basically mean well, getting picked off one by one by psychotic meth-addict samurai sword weilding inbreeds.
I guess it's cos coke is prohibitively expensive here. (Like us$350 a gram). I think if we got a big shipment of the shit people would start having a more inflated self-opinion and shit would be funnier. Or not.
I think I want to go to cuba. at least there you can smoke in bars.
It's sunny today, though which is good, cos it's been hosin down w/ icy needles of rain fer about a million days. My workmate looked over my shoulder when I was readin yer blog and said "who's that? I want to be her." which I thought I should tell you.
I'm gonna go take my books back to the library now.
i thought of a book title, no thanks to any of you.
THE BIGGEST THING THAT NEVER HAPPENED.
in case you can't bang two rocks together, it's in reference to me.
sober life is boring/fun with less crying. we rented mrs. henderson presents last nite and thoroughly enjoyed it.
the power was off for several hours in our building today cos of A/C maintenance and me and cid felt like pioneers, he braided a mat while i churned butter.
i have ten million photos and videos to get on here but no internet bla bla wah wah cry explosion.
remember crazy sweary preacher?
i <3 him.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
ONE YEAR AGO TODAY
Subject : RE: trampoline
you are a jerk and i am never telling you anything again.
so i'm still farting along on my book and still have yet to think up a title. i wonder if i should make a move to get a real publisher this time, got any leads? feh. even book title suggestions are welcome however you all failed miserably at offering up article suggestions so no nevermind then.
i watched this global warming piece on newsworld late last nite and now i am afeared. not that i didn't know about it before but the manner in which it was addressed and how it was blatantly covered up during elections is just incredulous.
then i passed out during batman returns.
not having the internet feels like not existing like everyone's at a party i wasn't invited to but i eventually turn up at and you're all like oh yeah it's you, hi. sounds gay and nerdy i know but wait until you lose the internet and see how you feel. anyway.
we rented the world's fastest indian last nite and i really liked it, it's a very touching story and anthony hopkins is very endearing. i spent 60% of it feeling overwhelmingly stressed out cos he has this weak heart see and you are expecting him to die in every fucking scene and when he doesn't you are like PHEW and take a mega stress crap.
we didn't drink last nite, nor will we tonite or tomorrow or the nite after and shockingly i am not experiencing booze guzzling fantasies maybe it's the Zoloft depletion?
ok maybe i will drink tomorrow i dunno i DO know that i'm over the whole being drunk thing though which is good and even reading junky isn't affecting my de rigueur gimme a drink right fucking now frame of mind.
hi raymi. i read your blog when i'm bored, sometimes i'm still bored
afterwards and sometimes you entertain me. so that's ok.
the problem is that my gf thinks i'm an artist while i'm obviously not
and now wants me to do a painting for her. any suggestion?
get a canvas for like five bucks and paint it a lightish color background wait for it to dry then the next day take a black sharpie and draw an inanimate object like a pen or a shoe and add bug/googly eyes to it then paint it something bright, voila, hipster lame art.
white trash rap
there's no sound here so tell me how it is.
i'm on that 25 peeps site again i must've reapplied whilst innebriated cos i do not recall doing it. anyway, help me be more popular than the other fags hags and scraggy losers - click my referral link (picture of me in the tub duh)! thanks! i made a point to come all the way to the library to update my blog for you to cry to so you FUCKING OWE ME!
PS. here are some smoking mittens to shut you up. hopefully.
Monday, June 26, 2006
|You Are 62% Bitchy|
While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you're often in a bad mood.
And it's those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven't done anything wrong!
hmm pretty low.
BONER OF THE WEEK GOES TO:
i don't know where to begin, there's the hot scrangey voice and her fucked up bird's nest hair and her hot not hot/hot fucking hot busted face hotness where she isn't classically beautiful which makes kirsten dunst more like kirsten DUMPst and julia stiles, bleck, boring man-voiced turdhole dweller.
and playing a total fucking slut in that mona lesbo smiles movie like she doesn't give a care, LOVE IT not to mention secretary when you pee'd down your leg!
her brother is also babesville, duh and not to be an incest advocate or anything but.....
anyway maggie my phone number is 647 29*-**** i got a boner for you and it lasts all week. pizEACE!
ps. i like your clothes
so yeah the internet is suspended for a week because someone gave my computer VD.
i took only one zoloft pill today, that's 25mg, soon i will be two-dimensional skinny.
i am not drinking ANYTHING AT ALL this week.
i am using the library computer and i am pretending i am a student i am very good at pretending to be a student like duh my books are in my LOCKER, HELLO.
yes i know there aren't lockers in university.
i just had a never-ending bowel movement.
now i am going to choose another boner of the week so thighswideshut.org will link me again! though i should probably just make myself boner of the week cos like OBVIOUSLY I AM VERY GOOD LOOKING!
so we went to the island on saturday and i got a little burned and drank the universe and sharpie was drunk still from the nite before.
this fat woman told me off in line cos our line merged with hers and we were equal with each other but cos she is the size of a toolshed she decides she was ahead of me and she cut me off so sharpie was on the other side and sharpie is like hey come stand over here and i say I WOULD BUT I AM KIND OF BLOCKED and fat lady goes BARGLE BARGLE BLEARGH THAT'S BECAUSE I WAS HERE FIRST and i said OH YEAH WHY DON'T YOU WRITE A LETTER!? then i just couldn't let it go so i says DOES IT REALLY EVEN MATTER?!? ARE WE GOING ANYWHERE YET!?
then fil and samir show up and i'm all braggy loud OK LETS OUTTIE WATER TAXI WHAT'S UP!?!
i like how people snap at you and you are like wow you chose the wrong person to lash out at seriously, have you read my blog!?
I'm sorry about that necklace comment. I knew you probably wouldn't
like it, and I thought you would tell me to fuck off if you cared to
respond at all, but I didn't think it would actually hurt your
feelings. I know you don't care about my stupid opinion, but on
principle, I should have known better. Basic human decency says you
don't insult someone you don't know for no good reason.
I'm not sure why I thought it was ok to say that. Perhaps because
other commenters were saying things about your makeup and it didn't
seem bother you at all. Or maybe because I usually find no flaw at
all with your style; it suits you perfectly, even in its most unusual
Or maybe I forgot that you have real honest to human feelings because
even when you are emotional, you are strong and seem impervious. But
regardless, it was a thoughtless, jerky comment. I'm sorry.
For what it's worth, I've been reading your blog for five years(so
yeah, again, I should have known the comment would bother you), since
Tony Pierce got linked from Salon.com for his photo essay about
bullfighting and in turn linked you at some point. I agree with Tony
that you are a master at blogging. I've never thought of you as a
trained monkey. I don't criticize anything you do. I take you
seriously as a damn good writer.
And that is why I keep reading...because you are interesting, because
you understand people, because your word choice is brilliant.
So anyway, you scared the shit out of me, shattering the illusion of
anonymity I had posting (how in the world did you know I went to St.
John's? I don't understand internet technology, I suppose. Creepy.)
but even more so, I feel really guilty for being a shithead,
especially to someone who's entertained me for free for years.
So one more time: I'm sorry.
P.S.-- Please don't post this email on your blog.
it seems SOMEONE's computer still has a virus on it that wants to shut down our ISP through a denial-of-service attack and as a result our service provider has suspended our account for a week. fucking fucks.
in the mean time we're working on a temporary solution. i have an idea which is probably mostly crap but we'll try it out. stay tuned.