RIP HEALY!

chlo says i have to do this, i say, everyday it’s like 6 things raymi, more like 6579545987 things raymi, and what can be said that already hasn’t been beaten to death? i’ll try, i may repeat myself, oh well.

6 things

1. i shave my eyebrows because i am a pansy and i can’t take pain, and i still plan on delivering an instructional video highlighting the crazy what is my beauty regime and maintenance. the more you tell me not to do something, the more i do it. shaving hurts nobody, you’re the retards wasting money and time on waxing, not me.

2. i’m going to new orleans at the end of march

3. on my birthday we’re filming a movie starring me based on me so if you have any questions you want answered/included, or music, email me. i am apprehensive of this film and overwhelmed and elated by it, trying to decide if it will hurt or help me. this was the good news i spoke of not too long ago.

4. i feel really old

5. i feel lonely all the time (it’s ok though) (i really shouldn’t have done this today during this ’bout of blue wave) and i feel like a failure and everyday i try to write something meaningful, and the moments those thoughts come to me i never write them down and then i hate myself for it. i feel very isolated from everyone in the world sometimes.

6. here’s a song i wrote a few weeks ago, don’t steal it, despite it being the most cliche piece of shit ever, it is MY cliche piece of shit.

song

a lonely day it was today
and though it was a lonely day
i did enjoy it
all the same

i tag melissa and kirsty.

all tapped, no idears for you guys right now, here are some pictures from the last few whatevers.

ok so top ten on my list of why i am miserable right now, well maybe it’s top 3, all i know is everytime i walk into the bedroom i say to myself in my head i want to kill myself when i see this:

and i keep making it worse by adding to it and saying i’ll tackle it tomorrow, and then the sun blaring through the windows and i want to go outside but then it’s slushville everywhere FUCKING SICK OF WINTER AND MORE IS COMING AGAIN!! sorry.

bunless burger what i ate last nite at the height of my depression. that salad blew.

fil’s tuna melts. he was sitting beside two guys obviously on drugs they wanted to speak to him so badly, and gave him a sharp metal object straight out of a geometry set to mark up their contact sheets of black and white photos, ok, uh, why? there were scribbles and markings and diagrams all over the back that only made sense to 2003 manic-psychosis raymi, to 2008 raymi? no sense at all.

oh right yesterday i was hungover out of my mind and there was zero food in the apt. and i was just trying to get my archives finished and it was taking ages so i didn’t eat ’til like 5.

i couldn’t deal so i had an unagi handroll, i felt too cheap to only order yakitori, and chewed away listening to the (fil’s!) ipod, whenever you chew with something in your ears, be it earplugs, earphones, you think that the entire room can hear your chewing, it is amplified so i was trying to chew as quietly as possible. when i eventually took out the buds i felt pretty stupid as there was music on and it was loud in there. you don’t need friends when you’re neurotic!

two days ago blizzard. i felt bad, i was making an espresso and also watching this dude sitting in the ice rain.

everytime we come into contact with derlicte of st. mary’s fame we are totally obliterated. oh wait that usually happens when we come into contact with anybody, but, derlicte is a special brand of drunkening, it involves panflutes and air guitaring on your knees to cory heart.

i’m such a lightweight sensitive drunk now these nerds dancing made me weep, they were so in love and throwing each other around.

be strong!

dude beside sean at merch (grey sweater) turns out i know guys he knows from mass. i did the do you know bla blah blah thing and he laughed at me i said yeah fuck you i know your type you full on know these guys, and he did!

bumped into lauren s. from o-town there’s a great story from the past when we spent 45 minutes drunk screaming at each other on the stoop of one of the locale watering holes, completely getting nowhere, i was leaning against a brick wall and just sputtering out nonsensical defensive shit to her badgering and nagging at me, it was a done deal after that.

this is you.

OK ON WITH MORE ARCHIVES. i was totally just confused over 2007, becuase 2007 archives just don’t look right at all. time flies when you’re an idiot.

no i cannot play the flute i can make flute sounds with my mouth and blow them into a flute, however.

fucking child prodigy i was i mean i am i mean what?

long email to me about me and my blog.

i watched that heaven’s gate thing on tlc last nite TWICE. the first time actually only caught the end of it and me and fil were bummed i had flipped past it several times thinking BORING people sitting in lawnchairs TALKING in bad outfits.

me: i do not like beer to taste like it was filtered through soil i do not like to taste the forest, beer should taste like beer not rocks and dirt and leaves and twigs

that dog rules.

pan’s labyrinth sucked and so do you.

watch the video at the bottom of this post.

st. pat’s cats.

me: one time i crapped my bathingsuit
a one piece bathingsuit no less

sigh weekend drives.

last nite’s fight.

i think she’s still available guys!

i fucked up my left hand yesterday going through the turnstile into the subway you know the new heavy ones that’s like walking through a robocop movie

yesterday fil ate a hamburger in front of me and i had chicken florentine soup more like BOREntine.

party.

reading this put me in a rage all over again.

how to get laid: crimp your hair.

OMFG!

not noel.

your balls poem for fil

murder them?

SAMMERED

you can add me to facebook!

karla reviewish.

the annex = new england

i’m pretty bad at timing these jump photos fil just sits there and makes fun of me he is just jealous because i am full of life and fun and YOUTH

mg likes my balls.

i want to cut you

kiefer is the tour manager and he is a completely inexperienced fuck-up and it is BEAUTIFUL, he’s there when they don’t need him, eating a steak and pizza alone in a bar not answering his phone when they do.

oh too rich. this life, i tell you.

i stayed up til 2am reading a babysitter’s club book.

oh just some ‘tings.

wasted posh and becks hahahaha.

me: are you instant messaging everyone this amazingly boring yet astounding news

AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA my first journal.

best found note i ever found.

last nite i re-learned that carrying a longboard is the equivalent of being naked with baby oil all over my body dudes just lose their minds

most annoying woman ever.

SHOULDER CATS! look like this!

lets talk about stalkers.

friendship

AHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

who is cooler, me or me?

exact same bio still up there!

siiiiiigh

dude DO your job dont act like you are blowing me

i love when peeps cannot let go of the rock and roll.

Artist Interview with Lauren White

HEY HOW OLD ARE YOU GUYS? TEN?

why the bitches be so jeals of me?

shortbus review.

christopher walker?

oh man i am doing the second half of my archives post and i just came across this poem i wrote last year about this blog and almost shit my jogging pants laughing.

a poem by raymi

this blog is the best
all other blogs are inferior they should be laid to rest
oh this blog is the best
the best best best best BEST

the internet was invented for me only,
i don’t care what you heard about the army
this blog has big muscles
and they got that way from dumb bells

sometimes your parents read my blog
and even your dog
and they wish i was their daughter
because i am way hotter

oh this blog is the best
it would score 100 per cent on a test
oh this blog is the best
it has the nicest chest

my template is amazing
it tastes like gravy

this blog is ethical and political
and you cry like a little girl
and your jokes aren’t funny
and you don’t have any money

this blog is your only friend
it is very good looking
the end

there’s been some concern expressed over my new jogging pants, here let me clear that up for you.

no probs yet huh?

FIL WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY BLYTHE DOLL!? oh you dropped it when you were on the fone, all casual-like, oh i can be casual too, yeah real casual over my 150 fucking dollar blythe doll you didn’t even bother to right the hair of to cover up the evidence!

uh does this look like a salad to you? a 9 dollar salad at that?

oh well. it was really good, spicy tuna avocado. i had to order some yakitori to fill up.

one was enough, fil had the other. 4.95, it was really good, i was expecting a puny little skewer, i will so go back and eat the shit out of more, no carbs no carbs no carbs explosion!

fil‘s dynamite roll. i love rolu.

drop the advice, i’ve had to blast two of you now, for example:

A 70s bush? Why oh why, Raymi. And you’re such a pretty lass.

have you ever bumped into a cool stick ever in your life before? it’s this stick that someone cast a coolness spell on and if it touches you just a little bit, this magical thing happens where everything in the universe makes sense and you stop wearing tapered jeans and hairspray. good luck finding one!
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oh and one more

nasty boots, only woman think they look good, they don’t. sexy white dress, and wear them with white or sheer tights, good look. last picture, yum. Raymi is looking well.
Deirdre | Edit comment Delete comment | Email | 03.05.08 – 5:16 am | #

i hate geriatric cunts who give me fashion advice like they just stumbled upon my blog yesterday and know nothing about my style which is culled from pilgrims and mental patients
raymi | Edit comment Delete comment | Homepage | 03.05.08 – 10:23 am | #

just pretend for one second that i am light years ahead of you style wise, trend wise, everything wise, and that i also do not budge on my choices, ever, and that i can wear a garbage bag and make it work. stop bringing me down with your little suggestions, i don’t need them, i know exactly what i’m doing, hey, how’s your life how are your friends, how are you a reputable source at all who are you again? you can take your safe outfits and shove them up your fucking ass. nothing personal ok?

instead, you can say things like this

You are still the awesome, and I continue to feel guilty for reading your blog without talking to you coz I love your blog. I hope you realize what a fixture you are in so many lives. And I hope some day you come to Vancouver and we will be your party (and of course all possible alcohol I can pour down your throat) ambassadors! -lauren g.

no i did not write that to myself, if i wrote myself a fan letter you would murder yourself if you read it.

oh yeah watch out for mikey

oh my god just shut up and go to therapy!

josh ritter gave me an entire bottle of wine last nite, i poked my head in his dressing room asking if he had any snacks and boom, one more bottle added to our hotel party drunkening with emm, her husband (fil’s cuz. sean) and derlicte. we didn’t get to bed ’til 4am my hangover will kick in around 2 this afternoon. we partied to the clock radio, it was good.

emm was trying to tell me about how good tabi socks are, you know that grandma store, my brain shut off when the reason why came out, i must have subconsciously absorbed some of whatever she was selling cos i want to go to tabi right now and study their socks.

here are some other bloomers i bought from honest ed’s 6 years ago!

grow the fuck up.

and, well, if anyone cares i’m totally cultivating a 70s bush right now, it’s a self-sanctioned punishment to motivate me in becoming more of a skeleton via this no carbs thing, yesterday i finally trimmed at it but still man, it’s basically a jungle landing strip reminiscent of cocaine playboy era. holla.

ok soooooo SCOTTY CAPS LOCK just reminded to tell you about our jugo juice experience friday so here it is – lately it seems there’s been a slew of bad food experiences. sigh. ok so friday was weaselpalooza so we took the subway to union, i wanted there to be time to eat at marche then walk over to union then do the shortcut to the roundhouse, but there wasn’t so i caved and said fine i’ll get a wrap at jugo juice DESPITE being on a no carb thing, anyway, we order fil also gets a juice, we wait forever, the kids working are more focused on their cellphone music list selection than on my turkey wrap totally getting charred in the grill press, and another chick is chopping fruit. finally they pass it over, we take it to those stand up tables by cinnabon that are always filthy and i take the first bite and fil is mowing down on his half and then just after i declare how it has been a week since i have had carbs and am about to take my second bite, fil pulls this gigantic piece of parchment paper out of his throat so i say oh fuck THIS! slam my half into the box and his and the parchment paper and go back to jugo juice and say i want my money back, this is burnt AND there was this huge piece of paper in it! then they all take turns playing dumb, not speaking english and i wait at the head of the line calmly, but gradually fuming cos i’m starved and just totally frustrated by the one chick pointing at me to go to the line to complain cos she is chopping fruit and too busy to turn around and tap the other lady on her shoulder, the one who put the wrap in the grill to begin with. yeah parchment paper isn’t a big deal, i just know that once i tucked into my half more the other part of the paper woulda been in it. their attitudes pissed me right the fuck off.

oh and to top it off i think the girl in line behind me who i was forced to interrupt was a bartender at weaselpalooza at the wine table, looked like her, so all nite long i was wondering if it was her and felt embarrassed.

that is the jugo juice story.

i was cornered by a crazy dude here cos of the pageboy hat i wore out yesterday, holy shit awkward, telling me about swing dancing and this other type of dance for like 5 minutes and i’m trying to be polite but still obviously making i need to go noises and he picked up on none of them. anyway, these ties are 2.99, i couldn’t decide on what colour for fil plus crazyface was talking to me so i took a picture and ran away.

new aladdin flats for spring, look way better on your person than just sitting there all ugly like that. had to get a size 9 cos 8 and 8.5 pinched up a storm, these slip a bit so who knows if i will even be able to bust em out. sigh.

99 cents each!

i decided i want to try out the dumpy ass jogging pants college girl look, too bad my ass is so curvy (perfect!) it doesn’t get lost in those guys at all.

boner killer briefs, too embarrassed to show you the unfolded picture of, ha, fil was aghast at their dumpyness. me? derno why i am so drawn to these things.

and why i want to have a dance on bed slumber party when i wear them?

not mine. raymi’s fan club texted me and asked to join them for sushi, i was actually on my way out to rolu so i called their bluff and joined them. raymi’s fan club is comprised of two girls who used to troll my comments and say nasty/nice/jealous things to me and now they have finally come to terms with their love of all things raymi, quite interesting really. i let them follow me around bloor while i did some errands and they killed time before a show at the opera house.

oops.