Dear Raymi

I taped yer WobblyBob drawring to the wall in my cubicle this morning and I’ve already gotten a handful of “wutsthat?” from nosey people walking by. I alternate between telling them it’s a sketch by my talented artist friend or my retarded cousin.

Har.

-filter

no this picture is not of filter. it is of an inflatable hello kitty chair with some guy on it because he is badass and that is all.

so ya i took down all the links on the side over there. not to ‘dis anyone, just to clean it up. you will be linked still if you make a point to email me and be personable and nice and and and yah, no more perma-links, for now anyway, just links in posts, ok?

this site is going to be fucking fantabular tres soon complete with partial-pay shiznat, photo-galleries, live raymi webcam in front of a fancy screen in a studio on the moon! (no vaginas being seen) me living loving being retarded reading you books standing on my face, you know..and the writing will still be there and other fun whistles and smells. i have kept this thing going for years and years despite all my everything and anything that tried to get in my fucking way take all my money fuck all my boyfriends smash all my shit leach off my popularity and generosity and now i feel i can push it some more, hire some whores, you know, kid stuff. and yes i will remember every rotten thing ever said to me about this garbage what is my blog and people who cried over me bumming a smoke here and there when i throw them armloads of internet girlfriends and monies and everything.

not cut off, just cut out for awhile. plus i have this other fancy corporate posish to do totally separate from raymitheminx so yeh, disability-shmishability.

i have a lot of thinking to do now, working, and playing with a sparkly wand then casting spells on my cat and i have to find a new apartment and a dog!

i’m a nymphocrazyiac.

please bounce a tennis ball off my head when you next see me or throw mustard onto my shoelaces, i like that.

there’s a link to my new pal joe. he took a bunch of pictures of me with his friend at this totally retardedly crazy and fun party in the streetsvegas and i chipped my tooth on my own beer bottle and his friend is all um are you wasted or drunk or something and i said no i am a performance artist so shut up and no you can’t play my bloody valentine i have to play MY music i am creating an atmosphere here, they kinda got retarded over my generosity of posing and shit and everyone was just laughing and smashing through the hole in scott’s door.

and oh yes this picture of me on fagboard at the go station was taken by mikey. he wasn’t allowed to take his bike on the train kuz of rush hour so we said bye bye and i sat beside the world’s biggest sketchbag and he only shutted-up once i gave him these apple sauce things what parkdalemiddleton gave to me. m6k!

i know how it got there

Good day Miss Raymi!

I hope it’s all sunshines and rainbows and stuff…

I just cruised your blog… man… there’s some fucked-up people in this world.

What’s that stuff about anti raymi… Shit… I guess some people have too much time on their hands!

I hope you don’t give a damn to those guys… there’s no use.

I’ve been a lazy bastard lately… but I feel my furious blogging days are comming soon!

About the not knowing what you want until you get it… It reminds me this song of this very strange portuguese dude! His name is Antonio Variações and he died with AIDS in the late 80’s… but he was the first public case of AIDS in Portugal.

He was totally gay and eccentric… and also very intelligent and sensitive… so he sang something like:

“I feel the urge to go…

I feel the need to come back

I’m only fine…where I’m not…

I only want to go… where I’ dont go

I just desire… the ones I’ve never seen…”

or something like this…

See you around Raymi!!

Gunnar

i’m trying to think of one of the many one-liners we use.

he’s whistling in the shower.

my eyes are so chinese right now from make-ups.

we were on the boat and the kid was all i have been a member for 21 years meanwhile he has been alive for only 20 and i tole the lady to go ahead and sleep in her stupid boat good call the cops but then we had la raza for each other and she said get out of here so you don’t get in troubles but we had to go back for zak’s skateboard.

richshitkids make us laugh but we love them no less and no more.

next of gin.

sisters are doin’ it for themselves.

why did you bring that girl to my bar and my bitches bar and no i am definitely not paying for that beernazi.

fuck she hates those fucking chicks.

we both make faces at each other behind our backs just because you have a big stupid head of hair and a hair clip and yeh i saw u get elbowed in the face by your manager and u bailed on the floor and spilt two pints on yo’self.

quit already.

the wonderful river cuomo

agah!

me and bunny put tits in our vaginas and yelled at rollerblading fags with zak in the bar and i called bartender hey asshole and he got mad and then i got sad because he got mad and then we agreed that he IS an asshole and i a big SUCKbaby and everything was fine.

fil was like is that rollerblading fag joke going around right now kuz i just heard it too. spooky.

my hair is hostage to potential-dreds right now.

a lawn dart plunked onto the roof and almost into our heads and i threw the teniis ball over the fence because I AM A TENNIS BALL.

i fucking was so lame at scrabble last nite i was all yeh dude get ready for BIG WORDS because when i do something having to do with mathematics and letters and points i am in my element and dadraymi was like sure ok and then i kept thinking that double word score was double letter score and the other way around so i would get 12 points instead of three-hundred, agahhh!

then i sort of had a sketch-out, started crying and went to sleep.

ME!

ex bf is hearing nu “news” about me and/or lying about it be because the shit i am hearing is ridiculous. who is tanner and when did i force him to give me coke in a driveway? fuck that noise, seriously.

the men in this town can suck my balls and their sons are even worse.

don’t mess with this test.

she is such a hobag and ya tonite rocked it and i especially like her spitting crumbs on my keyboard and slamming the keys over and over and over and posting the same shit again and again when she is wearing the busted sunglasses my mum threw out on her own wtf? and we exploded clothes all everywhere and did barefoot cartwheels everywhere and itched to fight blond stupid girls stupid and i called the bartender a asshole and he was like bla blerghh and i was like RAHHHHHHHW! and we were SO hooters and wrote on each other. fuck, even retarded people have more game. GAME!