i am addicted to just two blogs on the net – lame old Torontoist and hip happenin RtMinx. i saw a crazy gunfight on ossington eaaaaaarly sat. morning, like i was 10 feet from a blasting gun, only one on the street it was insane i made eye contact with the gunman. anyways, i submitted a thingy about it to torontoist and was just re-reading it, and it hit me, your writing, reading your blog so often, has probably had a big influence on my own style – because i admire your writing – i can see the influence, its tangible. i figured you might be interested in it, maybe not, but here is the thing . so now im thinking that probably the biggest influences on my style (not that my style is any good, or even exists) are fitzgerald, nabokov, bukowski, thompson, and now raymi. Raymi and the big boys. which is actually really interesting considering im a dude and know next to nothing about female literature of any kind. as always, good work.
R
p.s I’m banned from your comments, I don’t know why particularly, but I probably left an extremely offensive joke-comment when wasted or something. so yeah i am banned, but i still read you and i feel no animosity toward u or nething.
so it’s nothing to you that yer banned but i ban people only when they go too far and zing the fuck out of me for no reason i i get a lot of abuse i “inspire” a lot of people and these same people are no different from me yet i have this gay ass blog that all of toronto reads so im the retard out on display it’s almost not worth it im glad u werent shot i might blog your email i feel like shit right now xo
i didn’t mean its nothing to me that i’m banned; its significant, but what can i do. you def. don’t owe me anything. i would ask that you not blog my email, but its your call. i couldn’t have written anything hateful in your comments – even if i was drunk, i still like the blog and you, so it isn’t like i could have let anything slip – i think i said something prob. pretty offensive which could have been percieved as a mean zing in your direction, i do that sometimes, stupid. i probably shouldn’t have added that little p.s – but i probably shouldn’t have sent anything, did it on impulse. i just wanted to send some props. i’m not some internet weirdo. i hope i’m not some internet weirdo haha… sigh. R
i hollered to these dudes if they wanted some vodka lemonade, sure! they say. uh, are you guys cops? v funny i am funny this guy is funny.
when olga showed up she said I THOUGHT RAYMI WAS NAKED.
here, on the house lady.
then, an embarrassing exodus down to queen to collect more garage salers, buh, passing the drake patio everyone was a fucking statue (typical) then once we have gone on up the street a ways, they react. oh please toronto you are so predictable. dude in the black socks is olga’s old professor.
no, act like you are really in love!
so it got to the point where we pillage through each other’s clothes and do tradesies, we both did quite well. fil even got a grey peacoat.
oh hey samir.
now i finally have a proper leather jacket for riding with fil.
i have so many more pictures to put up, bye for now.
come see how much of a scumbag i look like right now please – i’ll be little edieing all over the place in about an hour. not even bathing today woooh!
32 Mackenzie Cres North of Queen, West of Dovercourt 8AM – 4PM
it’s kind of a whirly bird street to find but trust me you will be blown away by its whimsicalness, come on brunch crowd come have a drink and maybe i will barf in some shrubs, free of charge.
sass took me on a date to a private box for the jays/sox game last nite where we were treated to free food and booze all nite oh man and that’s where the hangover originates, t-e-q-u-i-l-a. but i have to get a move-on right now. oh and the burn mark on my lip from the butter chicken is now paired with a red wine stain, it looks so stupid!
hey fucksicles tomorrow shedoesthecity is havin’er a garage sale jam and i’m gonna be there throwin’ down some mad lemonade stand skills and maybe even russian them up for ya if you know what i meanzies?
32 Mackenzie Cres North of Queen, West of Dovercourt 8AM – 4PM
jen has some wicked junk to get rid of and i think i’m going to bring some garbage too, maybe i will even sign it for you yes? clothes that smell like my BO! some of my hair clippings! trinkets that mean so much to me sentimentally i price them at $50! maybe some embarrassing photographs of raymi as a kid. think aboot it! whenever my hangover gets lost is when i show up. so come come come have yourself a little toronto saturday walkies. just a taste of some of jen’s items…
i have these saved going back to july i can’t even remember half the burns i made up when i chose them, so be gentle.
this just inspired me to make a video response so you can see what my face looks like right now. yes agreed, it is way horrible that you only felt validated as a person when your mentally ill buddy CUT THEMSELF OVER HOW MUCH OF AN ASSHOLE YOU WERE TO THEM and now that they are better your flattery high has been taken away. next time i hope your pal becomes a drinker instead and gets over you forever.
WHEEEE! FUN! LETS ALL RACE TO THE FRIENDSHIP AWARD CEREMONY DON’T LOLLY-GAG I THINK YOU ARE UP FOR AN AWARD THIS TIME FOR SUREZIES!
oh sigh, but you know a lot of people go through life constantly beating themselves with confusion sticks over why they can’t ever please their parents when really the solution can actually be that simple, how arrogant to believe that it’s impossible for a parent to hate their child. be free l’il duder and enjoy it, that’s the best revenge showing her you don’t give a fuck anymore about anything she has to say ever again.
how completely awesome, a sociopathic attention-seeking testing-type, you know you were supposed to stop panty-waist friendship tests in grade 6? did you know that? did you also know that you get the opposite desired result when you test people? hopefully you will blast through the windshield into a tree and become paralyzed for life then you will see how much of a selfish shitlick you are.
are you that much of a miserable cunt that you have to inflict cowardly torture on innocent people? um if you hate your job you know you can change occupations. get some friends and a life, maybe? you should be forced to fellate a toilet brush.
you know there are other conniving ways to force your ex to talk to you (though totally mental to obsess over someone who doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore) not involving fake pregnancies and STDs like burning your name in gasoline in his backyard or breaking into his house sitting on the edge of his bed and watching him sleep. w-i-n-n-e-r.
ok i did that once before too but i at least know how to spell masturbate. please do me a favour, go to dictionary.com and type in masterbate (PUKE) and see what happens. the only reason masterbate comes up in google is b’cos more than half of the world’s population spells it wrong and google just gave the fuck up and allowed it to lead to the ‘masturbate’ term. UGH! GET IT RIGHT! not only did you make me picture you masturbating, you made me picture a stupid fucking idiot masturbating THANK YOU SO MUCH.
YOU ARE HILARIOUS! i can’t even tell if i am being sarcastic right now.
barf at wipe, and barf at lover. the fact that he is married makes me so much less enraged. great! this is almost too pathetic for words, you know he’s using you right and that he doesn’t think of you when he wipes his asshole at home with his wife and kids?
aw too cute, sad, but cute.
wow green-eyed monster much? holy do you ever deserve to be throttled the hell out of for that. make your own fame dick.
and you are proud of this? why do people like you keep popping up WHAT IS GOING ON WORLD!??!
aw me too! i probably have more feelings for inanimate objects than i do humans, mostly kidding, but you know what i mean. like a balloon in the sky could break my heart or a picture of a red scarf hahaha.
i understand you are in the wrong profession.
BEST SHAPED HEAD ON A KID AWARD GOES TO THIS GUY! omfg and his face, PUNCH ME PLEASE!
yeah, and it’s called schizophrenia medication.
uh, grow up maybe and get on with your own life or confront her. does it paralyze you at night, do you sleep with a blanky called binky?
find a way to tell him soon. as teachers age they inevitably (generally) lose the joy of teaching, they get drained, give him a reason to keep on chugging and inspire more kids. teaching is probably the most important job in the universe.
you will get yourself back don’t worry. hey what is this gay day on my blog?
good! good! good! good! good! i don’t know what else to say.
also very important work!
when that happens you will take this back big time. someone wrote below this post card that their tattoo can’t talk to them or hug them and they would give anything to not have it. why not get a tattoo of something else you ding dong poseur.
you know what else would make you feel better about being overweight?
NOT BEING OVERWEIGHT!
oh god get over it, it’s not her fault just like it’s not your fault, blame her for more things why don’t you. I GOT DUMPED COS MY BEST FRIEND HAS A POOL AND I DON’T!
that is SOOOOOOO fucking endearing i am going to explode now.
right, cos it’s ABBA’s fault and nothing at all to do with the fifty cats you own and the cathy comics wallpapering your apartment. i love abba and i have a bf in fact i’ll make raymi waterloo dance video right now.
if you help me figure out this problem i will buy you a fucking carton of smokes or a pet iguana, i dunno, SOMETHING cos i’m so steamed!
the bad kids come to our park all the time and they piss me off a lot, they purposely make mischief, they amped it up after me, sass and britt went and screamed at them in a drunken frustration rage. they throw glass bottles over the fence into our parking lot when fil and i are trying to drink wine and watch our yuppie tv shows, GOD those awful kids, they are destroying this one tree branch by branch and they scream, yell and pull stupid dick head kid moves for hours on end.
can i set a bear trap, or call the police? threaten to call the police? leave a scathing note? buy a bb gun? can someone come over and scare the shit out of them? can you pretend to be a scary molester stranger?
matt said i should blare siren noises through the window.
HELP ME
what is the laziest most effective non-illegal way to fix this?
this is how crazy those kids make me feel and how they view me
blarhaha no wait this too
but probably more accurately like this
but really, in my heart of hearts, i hope they see this:
that’s how you guys see me right, fearless leather-clad hero? i mean, we pose the same, hand on hip, total dead ringer.
