You have no idea how psyched i am to learn i make the cut when you search for Rich, snotty bitches and what they do to working class boys

In other news, Raymi has looted a local vintage clothing boutique and has acquired many a skirt,shoe,shirt ensemble. Still high and daydreaming about walking around in new outfits.

My jackass the movie review:

Um, opening sequence rocks. Mass explosions, punching each other in the face, rolling down the street in a shopping cart. Then, obviously ten-zillion stunt/skits involving shit, puke, blood, pain, golf carts, panda suits, drinking pee, tight-rope walking over a gator pit and other stuff. If you don’t fantasize about having sex with Johnny Knoxville (even if you are a dude and not gay) you are such an asexual loser. I think i need to get my agent to hook up a few pranks with these boys, however, i can’t really think of anything that won’t make me cry or crap my pants, which i’m not really into. well, the crying like a suckface, i can handle. maybe i could just do illegal things. or eat glass. meh. anyway, go see this movie.

Yah um, hi, please email these people/persons and tell them i am not a student. thanks. And, of course we are a perfect match, but only if he gives me twenty-million dollars and i blow him.

Paul Barman, nice dude, however, should change his career.
me thinks. he made the other dudes seem like jimi hendrix.

my best friends.

Ahh yes, tonite @ Tequila Lounge – Paul Barman, FVK and those whirlwind guys whom toured with the white stripes. i’m going but i’m not go go dancing. and i’m not drinking. much. And they’re all coming ’round to mine to have showers and wash their dirty montrealness away before the show.

and oh right, i went to high park yesterday extremely drunk and hung over about 1 in the afternoon to be in this supreme court of canada film thing and well, i’m still a bit burnt-out from booze and stuff so just read jeeff’s entry and you’ll know what i’m saying. or something. when i got home i had champagne ‘n juice and jalapeno poppers and vodka daquiri’s and vodka ‘n gatorade and then i burst into flames.

email of the month

HEY I READ YOUR STORY SO YOU HAD SEX WITH A LITTLEGIRL

For, perhaps, obvious reasons i have decided to remove the err…bunny picture. But hey man, if you want crude photos you gotta pay, exclusively and shit. Some day. Some how. Anyway, i cannot begin to explain what happened last nite. booed off stage during costume contest by yuppie sweater wearing preppies, more go go dancing, boozin’ it up, bruisin’ , afterhours, stealing taxi cab licenses, knocking over ashtrays, buying 25 dollar mickeys with american funds (so stupid), trips to the supermarket about 7am whereupon deciding that bunnygirl really does not need a second job anymore and thus would continue to hang out, photo ops with phalic-shaped produce and meats, re-arranging letters on a sign to spell “private parts”, tripping and falling and spilling onion dip against the wall and on the floor (it was really good dip. i was pissed), ten-jillion other things i cannot and will not ever ever say.

You know, a funny thing, when i cleaned out my top drawer the other day i noticed that i have two of the exact same belt. And it’s not like, oh whatever, everyone has two black belts..harhar. These belts are so dorky and circa 2000 there is no way in hell i would have stolen two of them. From my MOM! Or maybe i did.

if you can do a thorough search on le internet for raymi, see if u can find pix of me go go dancing from halloween nite for Kid Koala’s show @ Lee’s Palace.

Thanks.

Oh and guess what? I have been banned from the website in which i found all my sleazy pervs for sexwithsmartpeople. I have no idea why they would want to do a thing like that. Do you?

I just had the best meeting ever. Long story short – there will be RAYMITHEMINX tv soon and videos to be sold and a production company of sorts and fancy logos and merchandise and a book. a book. Brilliant. Just Brilliant.