dear raymi

great. i get to keep one person going through a dead account.

healthy thing: i dunno. it was like a year ago what i was commenting on.

forget about it. im sure i wasn’t knowing fully what i was talking about at the time.

boy. i’ve got nothin to say.

i’ll just vomit onto the page and see what happens. here goes:

i called it a page. it’s a keyboard. im that far gone into this bizarro world

i like the backwards language people use. suggest things without saying.

this bizarro blog world is ruining everyone and their lives and their mental health and i am really starting to not like it but it’s like crack, you know? can’t stop ’til you get enough. i think that when i take down my comments things get worse kuz then people assume more that is going on, they think we are on that side and you are on her side and i am on thee side, when really i have no idea what is really going on ‘cos i am so far out of the loop and i play my own victim and now i know i am the poison in the pool, and that my friend, be no longer cool.

“a girl goes into a resturant. when asked to sit, she declines the booth and opts for a table with chair. she then looks around at what everyone else is eating and then sighfully begins to ponder over her fashion magazines”

i may be a shitty writer, but the idea in there is what I’m talking about.

whats the smog like there?

what’s the smog like where you are?

i wish i worked in mechanics shop.

i want to learn about internal combustion and carbuerators.

know anyone that will hire a motor rookie and will enjoy teaching?

of course i do and if i don’t they will email me and go i want to hire the guy that wants to learn about internal combustion

i’ll move in a second.

i like the idea that im not tied down.

its a sense of freedom. but the cost of living is everywhere.

i like sleeping with cold pillows.

whiskey and ice, is nice.

sunglasses look good on me.

cold pillows are important. i havent had booze in three days. i have a lot of sunglasses but right now i don’t know where they are and/or i have stepped on them, sat on them, or tore ‘em apart by raymiaccident or i give them away or lend them out and they just get lost.

sometimes, i stare.

probably too much. ah well.

me too but i am neurotic a lot so then i go is that girl talking shit about me, what, she is? and then i smile at her and she is blown away kuz i mean it when i smile.

i watched the nascar imax 3D while in virginia. very cool.

never seen imax before. nor 3D stuff.

technology is an amazing thing but it is also a very dangerous thing.

i looked in chapters for your fugue mag. when I tried to spell it out to them cause they didnt know what i was talking about, they misunderstood and told me to pick up a free paper called F.A.G. from some gay bar in Ottawa. I laughed, and said thanks.

ahem, and i quote me on this, “AHJHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHhaHA.” it’s not my mag. go to fuguemagazine.com

i was at a party this week and they had free beer.

i was the one to get the last drink from the keg before it went all foam.

that deserved a beer.

don’t you hate when you get a beer from a pub or something and the foam is all scummy like how it is in hot tubs?

raymi. is that a birth given name?

no. go to raymi.com i have nothing to do with what raymi is but i respect the shit out of that thing. it’s a celebration on may 24, native indians and stuffs. i dig those people man.

who is the most famous person you know or have met?

fame is overrated. and i don’t like to say this person is most famous. there are famous people i know in specific worlds, radio, print, politics, musicians, models, celebs, list goes on. i think the most famous people i know are my parents and my brother and then my neice. and some teachers i had in school and my grandparents, and my friends’ parents and the guy who sells hot dogs on the corner and then aimee at the bar and my old boss at the hardware store and, you know what i mean.

i like playing who do you know. alot.

makes me feel special when I make a connection with someone I’ve never met before.

that, and it gives something to talk about.

yeh but then it blows yer mind away kuz yer like wow, YOU know SAMANTHA?! and then we are forced to be friends whether we like it or not and then we are like, i hate you, go back to baltimore, whatever.

im a chronic mastubator.

maybe its my age. 23.

eeeep.

the way i see it, my parents already had kids by my age and were married. maybe it biological, and i should be out spreading seed. evolutionary, or something. being prime.

yes i agree, my parents were young too when they had me and my bro.

i watch the day after tommorow the other day in a motel room for $10.99 US as they were calling for potential tornados. that was fun. I was going to be pissed if the power went out as I was watching it.

and, when the movie was over, I watched a program called STORMY WEATHER on the WEATHER CHANNEL. and while they were showing crazy footage of the dangers of a flood, up came a real warning for a flash flood in a some part of the united states.

coincedence is great.

makes me aware of surroundings.

smile.

siblings?

inny / outty?

pepsi / coke?

grumpy? eat celery with whiz cheese. you’ll feel better.

if not, fuck you.

well. I’m lame.

bye, ray-is-not-me.

charles.

so long for now, ps i havent had booze in three days now. xo raylau