hi dad.

so i woke up at 6am to pee and then went back to bed, cuddled the cat and called him the little grey jellybean and then i started wondering what flavor the actual grey jellybean is cos i know that one exists by that jellybelly company, anyway, i spent at least a half hour thinking about all the things that are grey like computers, fil’s car, a squirrel, dolphin, liver, mushrooms, robots, cement, elephants, koala bears, hippos, mice, and on and on.

and then i started thinking about the BOOGEYMAN and i got really scared cos my feet were sticking out from under the blankets so i stuffed them back under so the boogeyman couldn’t pull me into the closet and eat me and then i thought about that simpsons episode about the boogeyman and marge’s gambling addiction and i hid under the covers giggling about it and then i thought this is really amazing blog material so i spent fifteen minutes planning how i would write about it which woke me up even more and then i couldn’t stop thinking/saying to myself, “and then i thought about..and then i thought about elephants and then i thought about ding dongs….” i was driving myself crazy and i even said to myself and then i was driving myself crazy but finally fil got up to shower and i realised i had chest pains and so i laid there staring at the ceiling trying to imagine myself as 60 years old and then i thought about jellybeans again.

i might even call the supermarket and ask someone to go to the candy bins and tell me what the flavor of the grey jellybean is.

Raymi You probably don’t want to hear this, but, in my opinion, i think you should turn off your comments again for even a longer period of time. Apparently this Ask Alice commentor somehow thrives on coming to your site and making retarded comments because either she thinks it’s funny or she is desperate for feedback in any form. I think it would be funny to turn off your comments for like 2 months and then laugh at her for continually checking your blog to see when comments are turned back on, so she can continue acting desperate for attention.

MR: I try to get here early, and, depending on how many lines of coke I’ve
done and how many women I have splayed, whether I got butt-fucked by a huge
black guy at an orgy, I get in, like, by 10:30. I respond to email, talk to
people if they’re here (we have a 6,000-square-foot place, four of us, with
three rentals). Then I start cutting up MDF and gluing it into stacks that
eventually I grind into the final shapes. I do a lot of finishing right now
to make everything look nice and smooth and uncraftlike meaning that if it
were a painting you wouldn’t see any brushstrokes. I do this by sanding
everything a million times. Then I paint things by stippling them. But you
wouldn’t see me painting something and cutting it on the band saw at the
same time. All of the work starts from drawings, which I don’t do here. I
pretty much just fabricate here and look at celebrity candid photo sites and
raymitheminx.com. It’s not too romantic, although it is kind of old-school,
like making religious sculptures in the Renaissance.

The rest of the interview:

http://www.believermag.com/issues/200512/?read=interview_ronay

just back from the dentist and half of my face is retarded looking and i am sort of high as hell and drooling down my chin and when i yell my lips make fart noises and lying in that chair once the gas kicked in i was starting to enjoy the drilling. i have to go back next week to have the other half of my mouth done and my front tooth filed down so i don’t have picket fence teeth anymore.

welcome to my newest injury. last nite at the irish bar my head exploded so i went home and removed half of my thumb with a bread knife.

also just so you know, stupider IS a fucking word but you can feel free to consult other like-minded half-wits like yourself in the bar whether it is or isn’t a real word and insult your customer at the same time. why don’t you lose some weight while you’re at it, fat ass.