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you must be bored by everything in life, seen this, done that, poor thing!

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when i tweeted this photo from the train along with “Doesn’t matter where I’m going as long as I’m going there.” it received 130 views within seconds. i thought it was a glitch. or the time of day (around eight) or maybe it was because i had been relatively quiet on twitter, or i had said the exact enticing thing to nab people into clicking on my photo, and then the photo itself, and then i thought, who cares? why do we care? why are these social media things so important? kind of revolting a bit. all the racket and fuss and smoke ‘n mirrors going on on the internet to arouse big companies who don’t really know their ass from the elbows about engaging the youth of today but lets hope it keeps rising like the dot com boom where everyone thought they were a millionaire and acted as such for a time until it all went bust.

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me right now. good morning this afternoon. i’ve had insomnia the last two nights.

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but i’m getting skinnier. how many times do i say that in a month? don’t answer.

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that’s what unwashed hair for days turns into, a sculpture.

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passive aggressive love note? yeah that’ll really woo her.

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i basically came out here to take a shower and to visit my nana. which we’re doing today.

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went out to dinner with my poor sick pop last nite in the craziest downpour, we were soaked in the short walk from car to restaurant. cozy inside, we eventually moved tables to be by the fireplace after i asked it to be turned on (for him) then were seated by the loudest weirdest conversation ever. smooth criminal type chat comin’ out the mouth of a salt of the earth type, blue collar, yet, could tell the guy was loaded. fascinating. well, fancy that.

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i feel ruder taking photos in a restaurant i’m not actually reviewing even though i intend to review it anyway it’s just not “official”. no one says anything, they only mildly care but there is always one face in the crowd just dying to make a comment. it’s usually a woman who is starving and unhappy to begin with.

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i’m not flashing, i’m not building a diorama, none of this has anything to do with you so stop staring if it bothers you so much. the same can be said to those who “hate” me and my bloggggggggg. you nosy busybodies with nothing up your own sleeves, this has nothing to do with you, at the end of the day N O T H I N G so whatever excuses you have about me being a trainwreck, doing this doing that, my family, my friends, they’re not your family or friends fyi and if you’re soooo much better than i allegedly am, why don’t you make your own famous blog then?

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oh because i don’t want to, we don’t need to, we are busy at our jobs and with our own lives. ok cool then which brings me back to my original statement, if you’re so busy jocking your own shit why you all up in mine all the time bumbaclot? i am sucking my teeth at you right now. you spend so much time talking about me, i threw you a party and predictably you didn’t have the nards to come so then you talk about it as if you went or knew someone who did? that is amazing-level of pathetic right there. i am measuring you in inches, your chatter, it keeps coming, it doesn’t even matter what you say anymore you just keep saying it because you are obsessed and i guess your lives are lame? you are not fascinating, you are predictable and tiresome, you are the aids of the internet combined with ant infestation. you are the ugly wallflower geek at the party who just can’t figure “it” out. in elementary school you were bullied so now you bully. (it’s not my fault your finger paintings sucked).

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not one pussy hater showed up to my party. they’re trying to piece together a story about it from the scraps i’ve mentioned on my blog and spin their own version. pfft. they’re going on about how basically it was a spectacle, me in that dress and hair and all the food and booze and my stuff. guess what re: spectacle? THAT WAS THE POINT IDIOTS. thank you for proving me right.

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do you know how many dysfunctional families there are on the planet? every single one i don’t care how perfect you think yours is, it isn’t. a lot of work goes into making a family appear to be perfect, wasted effort really as no one’s happy but anyway i’m just a genius who saw excellence in my own and decided you know what, these people are interesting so i’m going to homage them in blog form. i’m going to share. do i get a thank you for it? no i get catty remarks and abuse. way to go canada you never fail to snub your peers. a popular slag is how i am going to turn into my mother and “ouch babe” um, can you show me a picture of your mother then? you’re the one so above and beyond obsessed by all this, if you’re gonna throw rocks like that you must have some sort of means of backing it up. i’m sure your mother isn’t a busted hag at all, i bet she kept it together like my mother has, i bet she works out, doesn’t smoke, puts an ass ton of lotions and beautiful pots of potions all over herself every fucking day. do you know how many of my raymi man fan club told me how hot my mother is? and i’m headed that way? am i supposed to be sad about that? at what point in all of this are my feelings supposed to be stung and why is it your mission to sting them? you also claim that the overall shock of the evening was how haggard i myself looked (seriously this is coming from one loser who was not there, knows nobody in my crew whatsoever and also none of them would even say that so this desperation to make me look bad is nothing but just that, desperation) um did you see how many photos i posted of the night? how can there be an overwhelming amount of coverage and photographic evidence of my looking like a disney princess yet somehow what i REALLY looked like was haggard?

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omg i look so old i better retire soon! and this is me at the end of the night when you’re supposed to be a wreck, this is me close to 3 in the morning after being up all day, all month no sleep pure stress so you can get fucked is what you can do little troll.

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not old. fuck it i’m not letting you peons get inside my head anymore about my age.

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black bean soup. very filling. bit bland but interesting taste. interesting in the vein of now why does this taste like this? i guess i’ll keep eating it to find out but then you never really find out you’re just kind of confused and unsatisfied.

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steak frites. dad didn’t have much of an appetite so we took it to go and i canceled plans with tim, just took’er easy. i didn’t come out here to party anyway.

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poorly executed. so much wasabi waste AND sriracha? why? wrong. take this off the menu i can only imagine what the 3 other sushi dishes look like. impossible to eat with chop sticks, with my hands too, the rice all fell apart. i didn’t complain. only to you lucky ducks.

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wearing two sweaters. so weird when it rains in this kind of cold. close to snow. my aunt calls it no no november. it’s a british saying my dad said. cute. bad weather, bad everything. it’s both my parent’s birth month too.

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the moral of the story is, someone will always hate you, no matter how right you are, you’re wrong, and ugly.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

if you can’t beat ‘em, blog ‘em.

23 thoughts on “you must be bored by everything in life, seen this, done that, poor thing!”

  2. and recall that is was Bukowski who prided himself on losing at least a few readers a day. i think you can try harder …

  3. Who is getting at you about your age? You’re twentyfuckingseven or some such shit. That’s old now? If that’s old, I’m going to fucking kill myself, for real.

  4. caps lock yelling saying my shittier opinions from here on in now.

    chris it’s hags who are older than i am complaining about my audacious blogging. they have been for years. oh no one day you will be OOOOLLLD you might want to stop this i am “concerned”.

  6. didn’t blog this to be told that but thank you anyway. i just put your email in my gmail search and pulled up a hilarious message from july hahah

  7. people are so harsh. i can’t imagine what it must be like to be you. i would crumple up into a nervous little ball and cease to exist if i had people saying those shitty and untrue things about me. you are tough, raymi! i salute you.

    and your mom is totally hot. which is pretty obvious, i think.

  8. my humble opinion: i think you should go atleast a month with deleting, ignoring the douchers and just feeling the love. I love no no november. happy wed. kitten face. xo

  9. they don’t say it here they say it on other websites. when they DO say it here it’s funnier cos they go to the trouble of hiding their ip addresses.

  11. you’re welcome :) not to be telling… just thought your perception was way off the reality.
    was the gmail message really funny? or was i being a nervous idiot TRYING to be hilarious?

  12. there’s a couple. you are being nice and chatty, on the level, no bullshit.

    but yeah thanks re: perception/reality ugh internet losers.

  15. One word…jealous. They must be otherwise why would they be slagging you? If one is going to be in the public eye, I imagine one would need to develop a tough skin. Don’t let them see that their comments are upsetting you in anyway as that is what they are setting out to do. I think this is a situation where any attention is good, even when it is jealous women. I am assuming it is mainly women that are being so nasty to you? I can’t imagine that the guys would be so nasty.

  16. Hi-ya:) not that I am an authority on this kind of thing, but in my opinion, readers cannot hate you; they don’t know you. They can lack appreciation for your work, but then if they still reading…. Hmmm…see where I’m goin’ here?

    Your party looked like a superhero birthday bash! Fun fun fun! Particularly the RaymiX100 factor ( lovely); the friends/fam; the band and the cheese. I’ve a little Peanutty girl at home and tipped my hat from here..

    Congrats on 10 years! Good on you:)

  17. I never really cared too much what people thought of me, as long as I’m still able to have fun in the moment and have some character, thats all that really counts.

    Its the jealous ones that aren’t comfortable in their own skin that cause problems.
    I had one of those incidents all the way home from your party started by one of the wallflowers attending. She couldn’t wait to stir up the family pot because she wasn’t getting attention.

    People like to shoot down the passionate ones who enjoy life to the fullest. Don’t they know they can’t break a butterfly?

    So don’t let the haters get to you, just be who you are and ignore them the best you can.

  18. If these are people that all older than you, raggin’ on you, that’s say HEAPS AND MOUNDS about them. Forgetaboutit’ it’s all just dinks with nuthin’ better to do then hyper focus on why they aren’t living life as freely and fully as yourself.

    Living well is the best revenge x

  22. lol great post, just think …if it wasn’t for all the haters we couldn’t have read this great rant this morning. I don’t care how old or young you look.. your fun, interesting, unpredictable and beautiful

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