miad = milwaukee institute of art & design

emails = full thoughts & warm fuzzies

strange how people just take something and run with it…especially when they take it away from someone else. when i went to school at miad, we covered our suite door with female porn on a saturday….male on that sunday..we secured it with plastic wrap and duct tape. we also decided if anyone just said “could you please take it down” we would. we also put up a some construction paper for any constructive comments….it took about five minutes of people just walking by and writing comments to turn it into the dorm society page. there were a few pissd off students…a few jokes…then…one comment on someones comment..then the shit hit the fan. within a few hours we had to put up a second sheet…and raymi..this was no standard size sheet. this fucker was like 10″x 36″…needless to say…nothing brings folks together like bash’n eachothers opinon.

g raf

My show is in Spanish, tho hehe…

it’s saturdays and sundays from 2pm to 4pm. The only part i hate is that i used

to have a 2 hour show, where i put all the music i loved. Iberoamerican music,

rock, and so. But they changed the whole radio station and now i’m stuck with

being almost a raido dj… but sure, i’ll recommend your website you can

listen to it thru www.laquemanda.com clickin on the link to do the broadcast…

2-4 pm (miami-nyc time)

hugs!

nana

west coast mom and dad

Sorry about all the bullshit people are giving you on your blog, sometimes no matter how much people may glorify you and worship you (and darling you KNOW you have an audience) someone will come along and ruin it. I’m just bummed I can’t post a comment and say hi when I drop in for some raymiality…oh well…just know that some aids infested homo gets a tcell jolt whenever he reads your site. I hope everything is going well, and if people say you’re a cokehead…whatever…you’re glamourous I only wish my blog was half as entertaining..

xoxo

kissyfur

5 july 00

excited to get my hair cut and dyed today. a free trial offer for this student’s portfolio, shogo from japan. the place is right near where i’m staying, sanrizz it’s called. walking through the rain to breakfast after mailing some postcards. seems as though any part of my body which once was tanned is now pale. where is the sun? looking forward also to going to a club and dancing – which is my passion.

next day

hair = gone

dyed and more finishing up tomorrow at 2

had this terrible terrible sandwich for supper at tattersall – ham and mustard something you’d get for lunch in kindergarden from your mother except my mother was never stupid enough to give me even that – squishy/spicy/gross/soggy

BLEGH!

neck feels naked.

can’t wait to shower and now i’ll be saving tons of shampoo and conditioner and it was all free free free!

hungry now. wish there was a vending machine here with food. would really, really like that. my calves have bulked and hardened from all this walking.

special k breakfast for a snack last nite after the pub and im not talking about cereal

this morning woke up and fell out of bed from paralyzation

my fucking legs

i fell on my knees and they are scraped from the sharp dormitory carpet

free association is what it’s all about ‘cuz it’s my bag baby cheerio

july sixth 2000

i’m from canada and we play bingo under the eye (i) five. (shake fist here)

met bennet, albanian guy from tattersall he’s the bartender, has nose ring gave me k is kind of scarey.

11:40am 3 july 2000 monday in class

short attention span. today i am going to write the worst piece of literature and i’m ok with that.

in room twelve oh six – nice view

sixth, 13th + 20th

*anytime after 9:00pm

snagged myself a package of yogurt + green onion flavored crisps – so heavenly.

took the tour of the thames on the “big bus”

need to buy stamps.

everyone you look at is beautiful. though, they don’t smile as much as us canadians do. going to wake up early tomorrow, make it for breakfast this time then head over to portobello road – nottinghill gate. very excited. going to research it. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2 july 2000 – i think

six twenty six am – montpelier st. knightsbrodge, london

waiting for knightsbridge food feyre to open so i can stuff my face with all the things i’m not suppose to. i’ve already definitely lost a few pounds. nice view of courtyard here at montpelier – quiet, unlike the busy street on the other side. so much havoc gone astray since the moment i stepped foot off the plane. will write about that later, need to unwind and enjoy the now.

went to a few pubs last nite – can’t remember the names of [tea clipper and bunch of grapes]. yesterday’s diet literally consisted of gum, cigarettes, candy, 2 pringles and a little bit of slop from the cafeteria at southside campus.

i want to explore but i have a class after breakfast (7 15am) which starts @ 8 30am. so hungry! thinking through my stomache now. tried a pims last nite s’well as beck’s (yecch). hate beer. need adaptor plug for my bloody blowdryer -> my hair looks like a bird’s nest.

i swear my belly must be eating itself from the inside ‘cos i can surely hear it.

the sun is beginning to peak its way through my courtyard.

i wonder if people can see into the bathroom when i’m showering from other rooms across the way. weird how the shower curtain stops right where the window begins.

so hungry could eat a packet of sugar.

word to yer motha’