Date: Jun 27, 2006 5:46 PM

Subject: hey mang

Dear Raymi, god new zealand is boring. It’s full of vast throngs of people who are essentially inoffensive, and basically mean well, getting picked off one by one by psychotic meth-addict samurai sword weilding inbreeds.

I guess it’s cos coke is prohibitively expensive here. (Like us$350 a gram). I think if we got a big shipment of the shit people would start having a more inflated self-opinion and shit would be funnier. Or not.

I think I want to go to cuba. at least there you can smoke in bars.

It’s sunny today, though which is good, cos it’s been hosin down w/ icy needles of rain fer about a million days. My workmate looked over my shoulder when I was readin yer blog and said “who’s that? I want to be her.” which I thought I should tell you.

I’m gonna go take my books back to the library now.


i thought of a book title, no thanks to any of you.


in case you can’t bang two rocks together, it’s in reference to me.

sober life is boring/fun with less crying. we rented mrs. henderson presents last nite and thoroughly enjoyed it.

the power was off for several hours in our building today cos of A/C maintenance and me and cid felt like pioneers, he braided a mat while i churned butter.

i have ten million photos and videos to get on here but no internet bla bla wah wah cry explosion.

remember crazy sweary preacher?

i <3 him.

so i’m still farting along on my book and still have yet to think up a title. i wonder if i should make a move to get a real publisher this time, got any leads? feh. even book title suggestions are welcome however you all failed miserably at offering up article suggestions so no nevermind then.

i watched this global warming piece on newsworld late last nite and now i am afeared. not that i didn’t know about it before but the manner in which it was addressed and how it was blatantly covered up during elections is just incredulous.

then i passed out during batman returns.

not having the internet feels like not existing like everyone’s at a party i wasn’t invited to but i eventually turn up at and you’re all like oh yeah it’s you, hi. sounds gay and nerdy i know but wait until you lose the internet and see how you feel. anyway.

we rented the world’s fastest indian last nite and i really liked it, it’s a very touching story and anthony hopkins is very endearing. i spent 60% of it feeling overwhelmingly stressed out cos he has this weak heart see and you are expecting him to die in every fucking scene and when he doesn’t you are like PHEW and take a mega stress crap.

we didn’t drink last nite, nor will we tonite or tomorrow or the nite after and shockingly i am not experiencing booze guzzling fantasies maybe it’s the Zoloft depletion?

ok maybe i will drink tomorrow i dunno i DO know that i’m over the whole being drunk thing though which is good and even reading junky isn’t affecting my de rigueur gimme a drink right fucking now frame of mind.

me dancey

hi raymi. i read your blog when i’m bored, sometimes i’m still bored
afterwards and sometimes you entertain me. so that’s ok.
the problem is that my gf thinks i’m an artist while i’m obviously not
and now wants me to do a painting for her. any suggestion?

take care

get a canvas for like five bucks and paint it a lightish color background wait for it to dry then the next day take a black sharpie and draw an inanimate object like a pen or a shoe and add bug/googly eyes to it then paint it something bright, voila, hipster lame art.

white trash rap

there’s no sound here so tell me how it is.