i met a guy named ART once at sauble beach i was a teenager and just getting into dressing slutty, he had curly blond longish wavy beach hair, he was not an artist, he was a stoner. thought you might like to know that. his parents must’ve been total assholes to name him that. if my name was art i would never stop punching myself. art art art ART art looking at myself in a bathroom mirror i would have so many identity issues like more than i already have.

if my name was art.

in frank magazine they referred to me as raymi “the minx” white. raymi white is such a gay name. i haven’t thrown the g-word out in a long time, sharpie lectured me about it once and since then i feel like it should only be used for emergencies like raymi white or ART emergencies. anyway frank magazine you did not ask permission to publish and distribute MY photograph and profit from it so you either owe me some dough or a link on your website and way to go choosing a nipple picture i cannot even brag about it to my nana now, thanks. where was i going with this oh yeah, i’m tired of the minx handle i don’t do much minxing these days only back when i was 16 17 18 fuck i could ruin some old men’s lives if i wanted to.

i’m going to dye my hair black tomorrow.

this is what happens when i do not have access to pictures and the posting of them, shitty posts.

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we are babysitting the dogs here in oakvegas fil’s parents are up north i just made crap and it didn’t flush then i sighed waited flushed again and it went down and then laughed for five minutes at the thought of past occurrences when you wait for it to go down then it doesn’t you get annoyed and leave it for a bit go on to do something else intending to go back and deal with it later 10 out of 10 times you always forget and then fil goes to use the bathroom and finds my surprise the end.

yes that’s where we are at right now at this moment 1.48pm my headspace is unreal.

wow check my funbags in that bottom picture boiiiiing.