raymi says:

http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/ her site is redesigned now

Jamie says:

“everyone’s reading it”

Jamie says:

i’m listening to her stupid podcast

Jamie says:

i stopped

Jamie says:

it was boring

raymi says:

“I write for TNPS, Maxim, and SNAG magazine as a columnist. I also give talks about blogging, because someone killed the oldest blogger and made me the ultimate expert. You can invite me to events as media, and if I liked it I will blog it! Tempt me with the latest products and invite me to the greatest parties!!”

raymi says:

i didnt know she wrote for maxim

Jamie says:

she can barely speak english

raymi:

i speak english and i don’t write for maxim

Jamie says:

her writing is lame

Jamie says:

how the hell does she write for anybody??

Jamie says:

“I feel very poor thing coz I haven’t eaten the whole day!! And there is nothing at home to eat except Maggi Mee, which, believe it or not, I feel too lazy too cook.”

Jamie says:

genius

raymi says:

i know

raymi says:

fuck

Jamie says:

maybe she writes for Maxim-China or something

Jamie says:

that’s the kind of garbage that makes me embarrassed to have a blog

raymi says:

i dont understand half the shit she is talking about

Jamie says:

i know

Jamie says:

it’s gibberish

Jamie says:

broken engrish

Jamie says:

you should write a blog in Chinese

raymi says:

i already do

Jamie says:

hahahhahaHAHAHHAAHA

ok so october 30th is closely upon us and as you know i will have a table at this thing and so will noel. i will have some copies of dear raymi and some art and i will also be selling print-outs of my new book MARKETABLE DEPRESSION that’s not yet published, and of course i’ll sign shit if you want it.

it goes from 1-7pm.

last nite this fat scraggily-haired woman plunked herself down in front of the megatouch machine for hours and hours so i sat at the other end of the bar and tried to make her feel middle class by scowling at her the entire time but she didn’t even notice so i drew moustaches and penises and cum stains on every person in the toronto sun and got sloshed on red wine.

and i was forced to make conversation with fil and martin but eventually i got over myself and babbled on and on but mostly made fun of fil and i pronounced ferrari like far-harrhi no matter how many times i said it i fucked it up.

tonite is band practise. people get annoyed when i call it that and then they say “one time, in band practise….” and i feel like punching them in the face, ha ha that’s funny and original and no one has ever fucking said that before. dink. i guess it should be called jam? or rehearsal? whatever.

i read some of my blog in my friend’s blackberry last nite and i found that without the photos and my text all scrunched together-like, man i am pretty retarded-sounding.

early in the morning when transport trucks go by the apartment they sound something like the titanic and i smile because i picture them smashing through buildings and parked cars and people and lamp posts.

i broke a glass in the sink while washing dishes and cut my knuckle. someone took aimee’s shoe out of the mailbox and threw it down the alley and i had to go and get it.

there is a little man who works at the salon on the corner who i’m forced to say hi to everytime i walk past and it gets on my nerves cos most times i just want to stare at the ground when i walk so now it’s all seinfeld when i’m getting a coffee and next we’ll have to kiss each other hello and then i spaz out about it and no one will like me anymore.

last nite fil was plastercized and he destroyed one of my boots, the sole came right off it and i said man my feet fucking hurt and he said take off your shoes, i’ll TAKE OFF MY SHOES!

the show was great. my dad and the drummer of our band came out also and it was obvious that neither had been been around so many women before in a long time, it was cute.

more photos to come.

bearstorm

sometimes i look like a boy and androgynous, i think.

i haven’t been really writing much lately. things have been kind of drunken around these parts as of late though i am painting and ringing my wrists and drinking some more.

this life, i tell you.