new digs and whatnot
ikeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea!
don’t know what to tell you. things are different now. was couch surfing for awhile there, then at my dad’s, then moved around the corner to dave’s place, made more sense. more space. no parents.
let me show you around i guess.
after this ikea pit stop, of course.
it was not meatball day (2 for 1) and they didn’t have lox either. i swear normally they serve these dewds with rosti potatoes. or they just do it differently in the burbs.
extreme close up.
WINE NOT?
atmospheric.
thank god for my lists. cruising ikea baked list in-tow, is still pretty confusing. for one of us at least.
free soft drink pass why am i showing this?
dave said i got a dirty look. finally someone witnesses. he shot back one at the biddy.
red theme on the horizon.
such a great print.
twice even.
sigh faint etc.
well hello there sneaky christopher.
SOLD! (next time)
not feeling the ikea scene much.
wait what, which way?
comin’ for ya.
DREAM BED.
rock of love (pepe) jeans thanks mom. i made fun of them and she said NO they’re expensive! then called me an idiot. ok then you win. like being expensive somehow justifies the tacky (in these jeans’s defense i dunno, growing on me plus compliment city) as by how everyone in yorkville dresses. JUST because it’s pricey doesn’t mean it’s tasteful. money cannot purchase a sense of style.
christmastown!
it’s never too soon for making money eh. stretch those season shopping days out as far as you can.
not even surprised.
same tired shit, ikea.
hearts everywhere. bought duvet/comforter set to match those things AND red velvet drapes i have always pined for some ever since a nite after kokie’s (rip) in this greenpoint basementish loft, floor-to-ceiling heavy solid red velvet drapes and i mental-noted it there on the spot, high as a kite. wow, rather sharey right now eh. yikes.
it does feel a little soonish.
taking photos of ikea lights is pretty fun. avoided that room entirely though, felt too spacey and rushed.
welcome to gayland. my new room.
got some mad red probs.
let me tell you i was NOT made for duvets, stuffing them into their homes, rather. comforters? what the hell. that’s like a 3 person job.
what’s that on the side table?
should have waited to put drapes up before taking pics. next project. getting home with ikea goods and immediately setting it all up requires a special kind of mania.
cool operator.
oh my god think you get the point the joke just died. i kill jokes.
my biggest fan. speaking of.
another room i cleaned and constructed. in the suburbs there are these things called HOUSES and they have many rooms, like, four even! so many possibilities. that’s a snake behind the couch.
shoulda seen it before.
this was on another wall, had to move it cos i walked into an antler and basically gave myself a shiner. it really fucking hurt.
my huge mural i have to iron flat. nice to look at from the couch and remember how much of a mental case i was in 2004.
doggy gate. no babies!
there’s zany rustic hippie stoner cottagey crap all over the joint. you must visit.
i’ll make you a snack even.
downstairs john, shelf above toilet.
same bathroom. raymi painting on the right beautifully executed by liz.
fuh-nay.
k that’s all for now bYEEEE.
i’m berating pieces of shit like you elephantslayer and i do NOT blog every minute detail of my life no time for that. i am a fan of class and tact, this morning by which i was greeted to a shit pile of the complete opposite of, personal blogging aside i do not ever cater to pushy fucking assholes. ever.
BAHAH allow me to make money off this crap. hysterical. you have it beyond backwards, I make it so that I can make money of THIS crap but what was your contribution exactly…? oh right, NOTHING but bullshit and perpetual harassment. cool. i feel like i am talking to a child right now, seriously.
liz weed is helping me temporarily cruise thru shit currently.
elephantslayer – Oh I see, so your personality really does match your cretinous name? Nice.
aaaah sorry, I didn’t mean I “knew” what happened obviously not. I just meant it’s “obvious” (and i said semi!) that ‘something’ has changed/certain situation is different.
sorry, i didn’t mean to sound presumptuous or anything, i realise it’s none of my business (as it should be), i just wanted to say something supportive. ugggh nevermind, i’ll go back to admiring from afar. sorry for how it came out.
omg i sound like such a troll right now.
i just want to say though that i don’t feel entitled to any more info than you choose to share here on a daily basis, and the people who seem to think that because you say x, you should now say y are assholes.
keep keeping on, you do have genuine fans (?) who aren’t just here for the dirt.
laura none of that was directed at you, no worries we’re cool. just finally reacting to the weeks of trickling in irritating pushy comments that yesterday’s post (predictably) put over the edge. people are cunts when they’re allowed to be anonymous.
I’m glad you’re sticking up for yourself on this one, and that you have people supporting you.
to the people who want to pry: look deeper into your own shitty lives, maybe something a little more constructive will come of it. It’s simply none of your business.
How dare anyone judge or jump to conclusions. this isn’t a novel, or a movie….it’s life, we all have one, so why don’t we keep some perspective here and allow privacy when it is so obvious that Raymi has no intention of discussing the details.
change huh? looks cute and you look great as always and those jeans ARE GREAT!
email me! or not.
or come to california and I will take care of you. NOT that you need to be taken care of. I just like to cook for people and do laundry.
samesies!
I clicked on this cause there were so many comments. After reading a bit I feel awkward and dirty. Raymi I think your a gem, a truly brilliant one. It is fun to live vicariously through you because you seem so sensitive to the world around you and you are able to express it in such a unique way. Thanks for going to Ikea and letting me see what you saw even though I don’t know you and probably never will.
I think as readers we need to remember this is not a book. This is not a reality tv show. This is someone’s life and what we want is completely irrelevant. Whatever is shared is public and whatever is not shared is none of our fucking business.
People need to shut the fuck up and enjoy this blog for what it is, not what they want it to be.