Dear Raymi,

Ever since I first came to your blog I have admired you. I admire your honesty, how you are very frank about everything, even when it seems to be cruel. I am 19 and I live in Victoria, British Columbia.

I have wanted to e-mail you for a long time, but I didn’t because I was afraid I would sound stupid and seem like another kiss-ass. Sometimes I comment, I have emailed you before but only a link or a picture.

I have been reading your blog for over a year now. You make everything you do seem amazing, interesting, and full of attitude. You have led such a full life – full in the way that you have had so many life experiences in your 22 (23?) years that most people wouldn’t have in an entire lifetime. Not only that, but you freely write about them, and although you get shit-talked and criticized, I think that the fact you have shared so much with so many strangers is very brave, and has probably put things into perspective for a lot of people.

When I read what your blog I think you are so fearless. I think that I want to have the balls to sass everyone who’s an asshole and in need of a little sassing. I want to tell off people who need to be told off, instead of just avoiding it and acting nice when they are around, even though I think they are dicks. I think you are fearless because you have been through so much and come out of it a pretty awesome person. I think you are fearless because you post naked photos of yourself, drunken photos of yourself – photos others would be ashamed of but you turn them into something fantastic, interesting and artistic.

I know a lot of people out there admire you, and try to copy your style of writing, etc. But the truth is I don’t think anyone ever could. You are unbelievable original; you shine amongst all the unoriginal bloggers out there trying hard to be original. You do it without trying. You have a real talent.

I know you get a lot of emails expressing love and hate and whatever else people feel the need to share with you, and I agree this is just another lame email. However, I just wanted to tell you that I read your blog, and think it is the most intriguing and exciting piece of on-going literature I have ever come across, and all else pales in comparison. Keep writing, because there are so many who will keep reading.

Yours,

Brianna Berbenuik

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midi

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Mike says:

for all i know you may not even exist

Mike says:

you could be someone jeff made up

raymi says:

probably

raymi says:

my “canadian girlfriend”

raymi says:

im probably jeff

Mike says:

right

Mike says:

thats what i mean

raymi says:

EXCELSIOR INTERFACE

raymi says:

oh i gave myself away now

i hate HATE it when people refer to madonna as Madge like they go way back – uh dinkbreath, YOU DON’T KNOW HER, YOU AREN’T FRIENDS, SHE DOESN’T CALL YOU ON THE FONE. on the other hand i do like it cos madonna is old and madge is an old lady name. when i am old you can call me dusty mcfly and i will wear fuscia leotards and high heels and jazz dance in slow motion and watch myself in the mirror and i will bring back music that was cool today, like uh, say feist and then turn it into gospel house music.

this isn’t funny, it was suppose to be.

ok now that comment gwyneth paltrow made about not liking drunk bitches and you have to snort blow off a stripper’s ass crack to be cool these days, uh gwyneth, no one does that. that’s a total waste of cocaine. also why did you say that? i *thought* you were cool and shit, is it because your husband has weird big curly hair with a receeding hairline and you are making babies?

natalie portman doesn’t do drugs or drink and party but she is still interesting i think.

not to harp on gwyn, just sayin’ in general, i want to set people on fire who point their finger at others partaking in shit that they use to do themselves. like hi i remember when you were a prostitute alcoholic crackhead and now you’re sober and you’re telling me i talk loud when i have a few glasses of shiraz? oh wait i have a present for you it’s in my pocket just…hang a sec….STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB!

what else annoys me?

i’ll get back to that.

last nite was good, i made a lot of moohla and i got a ton of free shit and these are the famous people who didn’t talk to me – alanis morisette, that drunk stars singer chick, jesse and seb of dfa 1979, k-os, uh, other people i guess. the stills played and so did morningwood and carlos d of interpol dj’d.

we were selling voss water, that insanely huge glass water that looks like a shampoo bottle. fucking disgusting waste of money, rich people are stupid try-hards, and there were a ton of them last nite. i couldn’t help but think most of them were there just to have their foto taken and put in the magazine. i got a 555 soul jacket for free and miss sixty flip flops and underwear and other crap.

i was a very good bartender and i told this guy working with me that he could take his suggestions and shove them up his ass when he was “suggesting” me how to do my job, then he apologized. i asked him to put ice in the cocktail ice bucket and he said no you get it yourself and then started fighting with me in front of a bunch of people, i cut him off and took the entire bucket and filled it to the top and put it back on the table and made him look super lazy and rude and he apologized again and said he didn’t understand what i was asking for and the only reason i asked him to do it was cos i was in the middle of pouring five drinks, all different and i needed some FUCKING ICE and he was standing there doing NOTHING.

wow if i get an everyday job my blog will be filled with the mistakes of everyone around me from here on.

there was this tall nerdy guy with glasses who was like our bar bitch and he danced a lot all goofy and it made me laugh. i was like you’re awesome and he said if i am so awesome then why aren’t we making out? and i said uh i have a boyfriend and he said that was non-sequitur and i said how the hell is it? and he said oh well i JUST started seeing someone it’s in the beginning stages, like does she like me, does she like me cos i am tall is that why she kisses me? i’m like oh thanks for letting me know that i can’t make out with you now cos i was totally just going to. pfft.

Yo raymi. I’ve emailed you once before about a lesbo dream I had about it. It
didn’t reoccur. No offense.

Reading your blog has helped me be more confident in who I am, which is a
big loser. I used to pretend to be one of those loud people who always
wanted attention and was a big gay for no reason. I’ve tamed myself down a
bit and am just totally myself now. I’m also not afraid to just say
whatthehell I want to say either. I figured you had tonnes of people love
you for doing what you do, why not give “me” a shot and see what happens.