i’ve been a big fat jerk. i’ve been avoiding everyone. all three friends that i have. i’ve lost a whole day and i’ve lost weight. what happens when un-normal things become the norm? sure nudity and drugs and booze ’round the clock, throw in a cousin or two and maybe a car accident. i feel like a hot little 83 year old lady, well, rather i have the energy of an 83 year old lady. i have pictures galore but am in between being extremely unproductive and assbackwards lazy so gimme a day or two. continue reading raymi and laura and anti and jamie. yes yes. no.

ps those who make donations wil receive special exclusive raymi photos. booyah!

oh and i was added to this poll-thing a week ago or something but i was way too pissed off to mention or link it but i’m not angry anymore and i realise being voted worst means being the best. i forget but i made a comment and it seemed to make sense in the comment section here. and here is weis dude’s blog thing.

i guess i should explain myself. or this blog. the phenomena of it all. i receive roughly 400-500 hits a day. what’s that a month? 12k-13k, whatever i hate math. i never really paid any attention to other blogs, i never linked people and if i did i did ’cause they told me to or they linked me. there’s this big-ass blogging community and everyone hates everyone else and copies everyone else and it’s all very homosexual and mainstream now. i’ve had this clunky thing for over three years and now all the famous people have blogs. i’m not complaining, just telling you my observations. i’m a pioneer of blaaaaagging. i post at GTA bloggers and i never show up to their gatherings in toronto because i am:

a) too cool

b) ignorant

c) extremely high class

d) something

e) forlorn

f) am actually a 48 year old man with angina

and so on…

the truth is yes, i do want to be famous, i do want to walk down runways with stilettos and a big high ponytail and heroin eyes and i want to say clever things to reporters about toothpicks and olives and all that fancy fake important stuff and i plan to get all this in the most lazy way possible. so yes, this blog, my vehicle to importantsville. my pictures, my videos, my book, karaoke, my vaaagina too. you in your way, me in mine. i’m not closing doors and pigeon-holing myself. i’m not a good writer for a naked girl or a pretty good singer for a writer. i do it all.

so why don’t you tell me what i should do.