i just yawned and stretched and it felt like i tore apart all the organs under my right ribcage hooh! fuck that hurts.

alldumb.com linked to how to be a small town slut and the cunt trumpet music farticles so that’s why there be an influx of raymitrons coming here. but they are all mean to me in the comments on that page, kill them! they’re under wednesday, july 21st ok.

fuck, maybe i snapped a ribcage is that possible?

ya so those kids who be drivin’ up my neighbor’s lawn thinking it’s my house – you messing with the wrong familia sons, and i MEAN it.

i can never remember which songs i sing kuz i dont label ‘em or post all of them on the right hand sidebar thing-thang because i founded the special olympics so i end up resinging the same song and then realising it halfway thru and then starting over. so yah, u hear me sing sang song same song know that the second time around it is better.

Hey Raymi,

Just stumbled across your blog while desperately trying to avoid doing any work …

Great little site by the way, has kept me amused for most of the afternoon – I see you went to Teddies for a bit, I went to Magdalen College School – a boy’s school down the High Street opposite the Pub Oxford – do you know it?

I live and work in London now, but still love going back to Oxford – great little town — so what do you do? – apart from publish your exploits on the internet of course?

Jack

so 25 per cent of my body is fat. 30 lbs is fat the other 90 is cotton candy and cigarette butts and organs that have worms inside them. gummy worms, that is. i rule at fitness test. rule. he was like do this and then i did it to the extreme or i got mouthy and was all ADD MORE WEIGHT and then on the 8th rep i was making crap faces and he’s like are you ok and i’m like no this is great whee but i don’t want to do anymore. i could smell myself kuz i haven’t showered in a couple days so today, it’s showertime yo. i’m such an animal. i’m not sexing anymore and it’s a good thing but it is making me crazy, i’m not even twiddling it i don’t think that’s too good a thing for a nymph like me but i can deal once it starts again i know it’ll be that much better. i’ll save the potatoes.

i started caring too much about what other people cared about me too much and let the bad win over the good and liking the good is what brings in the bad so i say self, you don’t need that right now. you’ve spent so much time writing the right things you forgot to write the wrong things the real things the anythings and just do it without distracting yourself with doubt and insecurity you gay hallmark card.

if you want things to stay the same, things have got to change.

go to audio and get the raymi the minx songs but also listen to jack and company’s sing a longs because theyre vurry good. there are even pictures of fat-faced raymi in the pictures dept. whee.

I dressed snappy

I waited

for hours

with flowers

I stopped to buy a detox energy drink. They were fresh out.

All they had was rows and rows of passion.

I visited your site today and caught up. Wanted to tell you that I nearly keeled over at your spaghetti strainer comment.

Honorable mentions: feminista, dinosaurs… keywords from the blog to jostle your memory if need be.

Alright, Raymi. I want to see a picture of you with kelly green eye shadow. I enjoy seeing you with or without make-up

you look good regardless, but trust me… this’ll knock ‘em dead.

Just to let you know, the picture at 3:16:30 where you have on a flourescent green wrist band, and are holding

a blue sombrero is WHITE HOT.

Lastly, I’ve started an entry in a notebook of mine called “Raymi vs. God.” I’m trying to determine which of you brings more magic into my life on a day to day basis.

pink

the only lesson i will derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.

it’s impossible to ever see the end. the fog is like a cage without a key.

-Prozac Nation