on the nite you left i came over
hey raymi
it’s weird how i can say that really casually as if i really know you but anyways, since you started getting all cosmo.com-y i thought i could ask you for some life advice. i was kinda nervous emailing you not gon lie, but i tripped on acid last weekend and my psyche is irreversibly damaged yeah i’m basically full on crazy so i figured i should at least check off some life goals and make good of this new outlook on life. emailing you was the #1 easiest life goal to complete ha
i’m 17 right now, the same age as you were when you started writing your blog, i’ve written a blog for like 2 1/2 years but lots of it is gay w/e unrelated. i know you get this a lot but you remind me of myself, or at least i guess we have things in common so i was wondering, how did you end up doing what you do? i’m a poetry major at the moment, but in actuality i hate every damn poet ever and i don’t know if i can stand being around those people my whole life. the only people who are more irritating than poets are on the internet, so here i am. how do you stand it?
sorry for the run on sentences. i smoke a lot of weed too. hope it goes w/o saying that i love your blog
sophie
hi sophie (one of my favourite names)
i really like your usage of cosmo.com-y very very nice
i have never tried acid you are quite brave and stupid for going there. your email made sense so i don’t think you’ll have lasting effects. some people never come back from it though so i’d hazard against more of that in the future.
i got to where i am by kinda going to the beat of my own drum and blowing in the wind. opportunities present themselves along the way and you either take them or don’t. if you have a bad feeling about poetry snobs then maybe it’s not for you. i was coincidentally just considering blogging things i thought in the shower in the exact manner in which i think them, kinda poetry. kind of obnoxious too but who cares. poetry is probably the hardest way to make it in the writing world. you only make it once you’re dead. or if you’re an old white eccentric man.
the internet is a wonderful way to get what you want out of life, thats what i did. my laptop is my car. and so on.
you’ll figure it out soon enough.
write anytime xo your pal raymi
i am going to blog this too because i am a blogortunist.
i really like that name too. i wonder if there’s a girl in the world who doesn’t.
sophie seems cool. love the name too
i love how your response to this letter shows how totally unsnobby you are. whenever i ask you totally stupid questions (about your hair, shoes, typing, etc) you never fail to give a kind and informative answer. there is so much more goodness in you than meets the eye. that + beauty+ talent =muse.
b-l-u-s-h-i-n-g
amen to that. i always ask silly hair etc questions and i always get warm big-sisterly-like advice and chats.
girl, those jeans are not your friend. leave them where they lie
annie o kindly go fuck yourself they make my ass look like the dream that it is and your face look like an ass.
my cousin just named her daughter sophia, soooo cute.
love the ripped up jeans! shaddup annie!
” i’m a poetry major at the moment, but in actuality i hate every damn poet ever and i don’t know if i can stand being around those people my whole life. the only people who are more irritating than poets are on the internet”
Sophie – Please accept my apologies from all the poets in the Real World and also, the Poets on the Interwebs. ( Those Bastards! ) We’ll try and keep it down and try not to annoy you. (In truth, we write very little; we just gossip about who’s sleeping with whom!)