autumn is like sunday forever

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greetings loyal f-wads ’tis i your brave conduit arbiter of internet blog shit. i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t going part squirly up here i think i already said that but anyway i am getting a lot accomplished. my book is taking on a whole new form than what i originally thought it would be like. it’s way less rigid and more enjoyable to write it now.

i’ve been wandering around this cute little house in my thermal pants all day long going through pots of coffee hot ginger drink and weed and learning a lot about myself. it is exhausting.

small town life is exhausting because you have to make more effort to make it an interesting life if that’s what you’re after. luckily i am very good at being alone. thriving solitude. i get a little agitated thinking about all the city stuff i have to do when i get back, need to do, try to do from here. tyler stewart is going to blog for me too and rob has another post on the horizon. sent him to a fashion media breakfast junket this morning he better’ve got me some fucking swag. you’re all falling in love with him eh? why don’t you read his own damn blog then? i wondered if this might inspire him to blog more but his blog looks like shit. there’s just something about having your stuff on someone else’s blog. like it’s too much to bother going elsewhere when you’re already here. boy fuckin’ christ you guys are lazy. rob says johnny carson used to get other people to host the show for him for a week vacation at times. he got joan rivers. so that’s essentially what i’m doing here and yeah i’m still blogging but way less frequently than i would if i were in the city. on weekends i try to give myself a bit of a break though. my brain is churning like a motherfucker right now i am totally on output mode, this is my writing break from writing otherwise i just walk around the house in circles and rearrange the shoes in a straight line anything to avoid writing. i have earned this blog post.

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i was pretty irritable day one here as i was adjusting to my new surroundings. night of first day we gave’r but the next day there wasn’t the right coffee. i was awoken too early which i found invasive. i wanted to go right into blog/writing weed world and i couldn’t so that was a shock to my system and regular routine. blogging is my escape from the world it is my quiet little way of expelling creative obsessive compulsion. i call it being obsessive blogpulsive and if i can’t exercise my creative needs then i lose it just a little. no you can’t tell me about that thing or the stuff or show me that article or talk about yourself at all period it’s getting in the way of my thoughts i’m not done organizing them i envision all the synapses in my brain shorting and popping lightning sizzles. i bet i’d have to visit an ashram to undo all the damage that blogging and the internet have (has?)(told you i am losing it words and language is all jumble mess nonsense to me right now) done to me.

a good idea for a show is to unplug a bunch of technobrats get them all in a house like big brother and film them fighting and snapping at each other. actually that would be a horrible show. horribly amazing! i picture the token pudgy guy with glasses and camo hat, chin strap facial hair beard trying to debate someone and not being able to fact check wikipedia for it and throwing the pissiest temper tantrum ever. i’d be the character he was fighting with.

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i can’t start a fire to save my life in the stove here. how beyond quaint to have a stove in the room you’re writing in this is reminding me of when i lived in maine. i have two adorable views out the window, fall leaves every colour you could want to see adorn every tree. a car drives by like once an hour. nothing is going on. it is the perfect most idyllic place to write. you look out the window and you sigh all over yourself. this is some serious steven king awesome shit up in hurr. actually if anyone else is keen on borrowing this space for writing it’s been offered out via me to you. it’s close to town, everything is close i’ve been driven around in triangles since saturday. this is exactly, exactly the place i pictured in my head when i think of cliche novel writing escapes in movies or dreams. i am very grateful to my host(s). there is another house across town i may move to come thursday. i might go to ottawa. we’ll see what happens.

ok back to this writing roll.

thanks rob for guest blogging and tyler look forward to yours too. i am not uploading proper pics cos i don’t want to kill this rocket stick we got. the internet is precious here, i am going right offline immediately after this. still have access from my blackberry. thank. fuck.

miss you!

xo your pal raymi

ps. rob said i am like colbert, i have a nation, and that’s you little raymis.