blogger should have a canadian all-star team. you could go pro on the
laurels of yr ability to let it flow outta that c-ranium. they should
have a draft actually + you could get a jersey + such.
seriously, i think that there are folks out there that get inspired
about the chit yr going through, most folks aren’t open to talking
about the things they work through.
did i mention being a football-watching jock in austin isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be?
mischa sent me this. happy crapsgiving. friggin’ pilgrims.
yeh i get the same feeling, well sort of, just that this place is a ghosttown today
it’s cold and empty and nothing is open
like come on it’s a capitalist society, no one should be on holiday, today is about making money, idiotsville merchants. i am just mad ‘cos i think every store should be a greasy spoon diner, today at least, and everything should cost 4 cents and i should be allowed to walk in and say weird things and then play with someone’s dog all day long and give it back when i feel like it.
i am SO putting this on my blog!
BLOG!
this is the jake-man and there was a time in raymi’s life wherein she never left the house and didn’t really talk to people much and this wasn’t so long ago this was when she started taking lithium and before zoloft and she sat around watching television with the cat and the jake-man was pretty much the only dude she would see at his place of work and she’d go in there to get beers with/for her dad/brother but she wouldn’t be drinking them ‘cos of the lith…
anyway, raymi had this many friends -> 0.
felt like it anyhow.
the internet was not where raymi was and even if it had been, all raymi could/would say was boy i can’t wait for survivor to be on oh i watched this show…
anyhoo raymi wanted a friend and she wanted the jake-man to be her friend and when she’d go to the beer store she was too shy and dumb to say hey do you want to be my friend, like please, i don’t know anyone in this town and i use to kinda be pretty and i actually am kind of funny and smart and no that guy is not my boyfriend he’s my dad so how about it dude?
nothing other than hi yah hehheh smalltalk ok bye
jake-man was the only nice person not related to raymi sort of close to her age in the same area code and so on and for months and months and months they were not friends, they were beer store guy and beer store purchasing girl.
and so finally raymi started getting happy, zoloft started happening, money from ontario started happening and raymi was like YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH money! now i can buy clothes because all the clothes i use to have i gave away tore apart etc etc so she bought clothes and felt better, she dyed her hair black and turned back into herself, courageous sort of loudmouth i feel prettier today person.
and what happened to the jake-man?
well finally they both tick-talked summore and over the summer, yes this past one they hung and raymi told him that she thought about him being her friend a lot and jake-man was like, wow.
the end.
happy birthday jamie, i love you!
i’m tired of smoking cigarettes though i don’t smoke that much these days and being hunched over a laptop all of the time and i am tired of haveing bipolar mood disorder and i am tired of talking a lot because i am not hunched over a laptop and i am tired of the good weather being out there not hunched over a laptop inside with me and i am tired of being poor and creative and not being headhunted yet and i am tired of the fone ringing with it being a private number the very second after having published this and i answer the fone and the line is silent, i am tired of being paranoid and wanting to save the world and i am tired of the world not saving it’s fucking self and i am tired of the word headhunted ‘cos then it makes me think headhunted like my head being hunted with a gun.
i am tired of a lot of things but mostly i am just tired because i am not sleeping properly at nite because i can’t stop my mind and i have anxiety attacks a lot of the time and i am sexually frustrated and i am tired of worrying about my internal organs and the cyst on my left kidney and finally yes i am having an mri catscan thing and i am still waiting on bloodwork results ‘cos the doctors were all we didn’t know you wanted an aids test wtf!? idiot that’s why i went in the first place. though i am happy to report that i have no stds. that is all for now. and oh yeh the ecg i demanded for my heart said that my heart is fine.
that’s me doing some hoo-haoke
Rayme,
Thanks for the answer. I believe it made my day yesterday and my day was
dying to be made because yesterday sucked.
You know what as far as raise money and I kid you not you should start a
FundraisingRaymi blog and get people to spread the word and campaign for
your blog and the sure thing is many readers I am sure would actually be
glad to help. Ya. Because people on the internet are all fucked up they’d be
more than ready to campaign just because they love your writing.
On this marvelous note I am off to work here in the beautiful town of
Vancouver BC, where people hate me because I speak french and they don’t.
Hahaha.
Peace out
jessica-ex-france-citizen-now-in-canada
regardless it hurt my feelings you would say barf to someone who was
being niceto me, it was the first thing i had put up in awhile and was
actually looking forward to comments and i read a nice one and then
one that says barf afterward and then i have to go all mean in my
response to that girl. if you have praise/criticism, make it your own,
dont comment on other people’s comments, that’s annoying and partially
a reason why i took down my comments kuz they get out of hand and some
really mean people get in there who attack me and start rumors that
aren’t true and really, it isn’t worth it, right now at least.
ok now we can be friends
Ok, I understand. Sorry.
Keep writing please. That post you wrote a few weeks ago (the one I wrote to you about directly) about drinking and drugs really struck home. I had been thinking about it for awhile, but it was the way you put it that gave me an extra push to finally act. I finally stopped drinking during the week and have way toned it down on the weekend.
So thanks. And thanks for taking the time to write me and chastise me and tell me how you feel. I appreciate it and you won’t regret it.
wedgaoke
> bonjour raymi,
>
> for some stupid and unknow reason i thought i’d send you an email today,
> knowing that:
>
> 1. it’ll be lame because who am i kidding, emailing someone because you like
> his/her blog makes me feel like a teenager ‘i’m with the band!’ fan
> 2. emailing raymitheminx is like emailing michael moore, both great &
> impressive persons, but you never know if the email is actually being read
>
> but yeaaaah….
>
> I just want you to know that i’ve read countless of blogs over the years. i
> have even bee, blogging for a good 3 and a half years, since the age of 17.
> and i usually have little to no interest in girls’ blogs for i don’t really
> like girls’ writing in general.
>
> But you? We’re seriously into something different, out there, with balls,
> which yes, as the “blogfather” that you are, inspire people.
>
> i’ve been admiring people like tony pierce for a long time, and i finally
> found your blog via his two months ago. i’ve been reading your blog daily
> ever since even tho i prefer never to comment and just observe (does it make
> me a creepy voyeur, i don’t know). but sometimes i just have to speak out
> and email writers like who to send them another ‘ohmygodyourblogisgreat’
> type of boring e-mail.
>
> Seriously now, writing this makes me feel all pathetic for I know it’s so
> unoriginam. But seriously Raymi/Lauren, it’s because of unafraid blogger
> like you that the internet is a worth it place. It’s because of people like
> you that i have a little bit of hope in humanity, for i realise there are
> still bright minds out there who don’t give a fuck.
>
> so maybe you’ll stop blogging and maybe you won’t, but i feel like i’ve just
> discovered a great artist (and yes i just used the -a word, and with reason
> mind you) and i don’t want to stop reading you. i realise i have no right to
> say this, and i hate myself for writing this because who the fuck do i think
> i am to write such things, but honestly, the world -internet or not- needs
> your unafraid attitude and your fears and your rage and your pain. Not
> because we’re a group of voyeurs who desperatly need to see the rise and
> fall of people we don’t even know like in reality tv, but because we need
> real, intelectual and graphic, violent controversy in order to make us
> think.
>
> And you are able to provide this, unlike so many boring bloggers – therefore
> you are one of those few writers able to change the world, and if not the
> world, the way some readers see the world.
>
> Honestly, i’m not kissing arse here. I just want to enlight the fact that i
> am one of your 4154 billions reader who thinks that you rock the e-world and
> that without people like you, the e-humanity or whatever the name you choose
> for this fucked up parallel reality is doomed to failure.
>
> That being said, i’ll ask you to excuse my english and to please not give up
> writing.
> you give me hope.
>
> glamtastically yours,
>
> jess from france
i like his hand.
