do you hear me coming in my blue dream
glow in the dark mini golfing baked, the kid working there was playing the best tunes like he knew what we wanted to hear and have been listening to the past ten years. then the music got shitty when these other employees took over, two chicks playing wimpy chick music. then it was like can we please leave? but before that best time, took hours it seemed to get from one hole to the next having to take photos every bit of the way, scatterbrained tripped out cliche hilarious. my eyes got tired halfway through then i looked at one acid-like day-glo painted squirly whatever and saw it swirl haha, plus metal was blasting. one of those moments you pay attention to and go i will remember this one, i will hang on to it.
dear raymi
Subject: I’m a weirdo
I feel like a creeptron doing this, but regardless….your mum know’s my mum and they drink 3 beers and cause trouble…needless to say we don’t know one another, however.. thanks for your blog.. i think it’s great. so many different angles, stories, personalities, style, art..you name it. no bars held just straight up information with a twist…which is your colourful personality…
i like reading your blog because it helps me to embrace the sporatic thoughts within me and make me feel more “normal” ….
that’s my way of saying thanks for a wicked blog…. i can’t imagine reading anything else while i spend my wednesday afternoon smoking from michael buble’ (my bong) and listening to soundtracks of the rainforest.
peace!
quoting something from an email i just wrote to someone else, it somewhat overlaps, is relevant?
people think i am an awful person when they first come across me like im a big loud gong show and really im probably way more sensitive and caring than they are they just land on me and instantly feel like they are supposed to hate me and decide to do just that
makes me wonder why the fuck i do this sometimes
but then there are the nice guys too
someone could outright destroy me and id still have something nice to say about them and cherish the kind times all that gay
i am upset in this one because i missed the easiest shot ever.
i won though. had the whole place to ourselves then this mom and kid came in but before that it was pretty fantastic in there. i was wondering why that place existed and how it kept afloat weekdays? guess the weekends make up for that. i would like to suggest they have alcohol refreshments and adult nites only, but that’s just me.
bahaha putting edge is following me on twitter now. very suave, those guys. i better get free games from here on in.
your glow in the dark mini putt entries brings me back to my highschool stoner days too.. deja vu.. also, i agree with the adult alcohol nights. sending heaps of love 2 u. xo
http://emailsfromcrazypeople.com/
i read EVERY entry on that site, man some people are fucked. really fucked.
You probably miss BOB’s e-mails now,doncha?
i lik ware u chill, grrl.
Colourful pics today! You’ve certainly got a wicked blog, Raymi.
You should smile more often.
Jesus F**k, those candy on a stick whatever-they-ares look so good! I would like to eat nine of them at a go right now!!! yum.