we met my dad for lunch today then had band practise then went to my dad’s to retrieve some art and some other junk i own that i never look at or use and books i have read 20 times over then we had dinner at fil’s mom’s and watched afv. we watch afv pretty much every sunday because fil is old and i wear diapers.

i want to clear something up but only now i will do it half-assedly.

I AM NOT CRAZY.

it’s endearing to read on people’s blogs that raymi is crazy but less and less these days, now it’s just irritating. you know when yer talking with someone on msn and yer sharing a laugh and then it goes too far because the “meaning is hard to determine because it’s in type” – FUCK THAT. if you cannot understand the written word and the meaning behind it then you are a fucking moron and the same goes for blogs, blogging, scrabble.

i write stream of consciously, that’s how i talk, that’s how i am. i am ADVANCED the opposite of slow and if this makes me crazy compared to normy normals and “all over the place” what-have-you – fine.

bi-polar doesn’t mean crazy. it’s a chemical imbalance predominantly stemming from depression.

i’m “arty” “creative” “hilarious”

if i were crazy i wouldn’t have the capacity to maintain this piece of shit weblog for 6+ years ok. i’ve done the crazy been hospitalized thing already so i’ve earned the right to fucking say and do as i please.

i’ve spent days on end with certifiable schizophrenics and delusional fucktits, now THAT’S crazy.

writing bleep blop bloop on a blog and saying MEOW MEOW MEOW every ten minutes is NOT crazy.

fuck off.

ps. i got that shirt from black market.

video of fil and martin making a rock go off a cliff into the lake