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I don’t mind spending the apocalypse with you

Lets talk about the end of the world again that’s fun!

I don’t really pay attention to much in life thanks to the internet I can half get a glean, throw it through the Raymi Neighbourino Wilson translator filter and go about my biz but thanks to the year 2012 being the worst year to ever happen to me I kind of wouldn’t at all mind if we all just fucking exploded tomorrow, you know? I know it’s not at all going to happen but the freedom of burning every bridge in sight to delight that curious fantasy free feeling within us all is kind of, well, down right perverted. *licks teeth* D. calls it REIGNING IN THE BEAST. That “dark passenger” within. Clem told me we have it, some guy on Dexter says he has a dark passenger. Clem says I have several. D. says he could have been several times married but you know, yeah me too, but thanks “to the beast” we continue the lone wolf on an eternal journey route instead.

I know a lot of people around me have had it bad this year and the others who don’t, are never really happy very much anyway so this one’s for them too! Raise it up. I am drinking vodka vanilla coffee right meow can you tell?

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Pinnacle also sent Pottery Barn martini glasses how adorbz.

I am obsessed with this video and song. Not in just that the chick keeps going, “Why can’t I keep you?” but the inappropriate relationship betwixt her and that little man. The boy. And she asks him, “tell me what’s the matter little man” so cuuuute, so obsessive. She stalks him, it’s crazy! The song and the video tell it together I love it. To The hip fucking ghetto itself, it reminds me of some of the bush of Aruba. I did some crazy shit in Aruba. I went to dangerous places and put myself in stupid situations and made it out alive. Reigning in the beast. Is because. I went to a bar out in the middle of nowhere with a stranger. You can smoke indoors there, it is disgusting. And hot, sweaty, stifling. Everyone was dancing in there it was crammed to the walls. I was the only white girl. It was amazing I was scared but solid, respected. Then I went to a house. These are stories for sale, in a book not a blog.

I also enjoy dancehall and the grimey performances it inspires and I know I can move my body in a kind of rhythm that is the best absolute pairing with it. I’ll stop typing it and start doing it later on tonight.

It is infuriating being a blogger sometimes. I do a lot of interesting shit but I cannot blog it. Storytelling is an obsessive compulsion of mine. Social media has outright destroyed it. From waning attention spans to associations, but ultimately above all else it’s dudes. It’s always dudes. They are always watching you. Making assumptions. Waiting abating studying and the second you move on, hating.

I invented Raymi the Minx to be an eternal minx I never thought it would ruin my life. Or people would believe it. Heck I stamped MINX on my own fucking arm. I marked myself. HA ha. But a piece of me a biiiiiig ass piece thoroughly digs it so, what can you do. You gotta be you. And when it all goes to shit you take a deep breath until it is over. Because it gets better eventually and it always does.

But sometimes I like being depressed too. Isn’t that wrong? I like falling through the cracks, being a curator of sadness. Being your loser hero. I can’t even tell you half the funny and ridiculous things I’ve done since September because they’re only funny to me and everybody reads this, my mother, father, whatever you know “It’s art” if I am supposed to be this Kerouac-continued extension savant why don’t I shut up and tell it. IF you look back in the archives of my blog this is how I used to do it anyway, hide and expose, behind my laptop write 3 times daily. Destroy relationships cause rifts between couples whom were both obsessed with me, one or the other. I’d provoke and flame war. I had balls. Nerve. Now? Holy shit! Amazed.

This is the part where I beat my chest in the corner of the ring and get myself psyched up about life again even though I want to die.


We saw the kid for the first time since she moved out there she said my blog has been pretty vague lately like so fucking vague.

Oh, is it?

That was supposed to be my vague blog post ending but I am still feeling chatty. SO hi again.

Because I am a comedian, self-professed (BUT I did do standup one night) I make up little witty jokes and quips to myself all day long. It is exhausting. Anyway one thing you can text your ex for Christmas is Merry Christmas it’s over I know but Merry Christmas anyway. I wanted to tweet that instead it would have been too cryptic but I Should have done it anyway.


I can see it on a tumblr t-shirt now.

I didn’t tweet it because I didn’t want people to think I meant it about the apocalypse. I realize my Larry David-mind has held me back in life LOTS. The over-thinking process. See right there that statement rules and since I’ve been on a bender since September tweeting thoughts and statements one status update at a time in lieu of blogging the entire pile of shit together I feel like this blog has been collecting way too many moths as a result. This long winded classic Craymi blog post reads as one long inner-sanctum long time email correspondence because why not just address all of you at once. All of the good guys. Ho ho ho.

This is me shaking up the snow globe. Okay fuck I have to at least tweet that one cos it’s 1:30 and bloggers need to hit publish once in the day at least and we all know I’ve been doing less than that so a cough on twitter is a tap on the shoulder to your bros.

But yes, snow globe. Life. That. Do it. You gotta do it sometimes. Jerry Maguire mission statement no sleep trainwreck crash. Fuck what a guy that is forget me, if Tom Cruise isn’t the man of the year if not the entire f-ing decade then we are all blind assholes. Talk about someone who ruh-eally fucked it up large despite laughing all the way to the bank cos you’re not a failure if you’re rich BUT if your rep is ruined that kinda licks. It started well before the in love with Katie Holmes dancing on the Oprah couch incident as far as I’m concerned but we just didn’t notice because we thought it was just good acting. My mom pointed out that Tom Cruise has one wicked flip out in each of his films. #fact. Jerry Maguire? Great indication thereof.

I want to start writing thought pieces again. I want to spill my diarrhea thoughts again because lots more people checked in then so I’m going to try that again and see if it sticks and then hopefully I will finish my book parallel to that. I need to read and write more. That is my resolution. A woman we hooped with at Brass Vixens last weekend said her resolution was to be a BETTER hooper and some other better things and I liked that approach.

I want to be better instead of I want to stop doing as an NYE resolution. Positive statements. Because we know we won’t change, not right now anyway, we can only hope to aspire to be better at something we are already doing. I am already doing some things that I am pretty good at and people love me and just accept my snooze button of life pressing at present and I am in too much pain to stop some of the things I’m doing so I can at least proffer to get better at a new skill instead of abandoning something that is helping me get through my fucking life right now. Whether it be drinking or over-eating, complaining, this is only me for right now not forever. I just have zero fucking privacy and I want to be alone live alone, stop wandering, settle, somewhere, have people off my back. Stop hearing negativity outright above all else. I want to be inspired again I want to see other people get better too and do better. Save themselves. That is what I want. You know who you are.

Holy fuck if blogs aren’t for ranting then wtf are they for? Mommies? I think so. Beginning to. I’m going to annex the medium back. Watch.

I’m in to this video a lot. It is long. Two songs for the price of one. WhoMAdeWho are geniuses, their videos, another I Was obsessed with when I moved to Borington in 2009 kept me on my game. Steered me. Artists who express sentiments on to the world in form of song and film, tickle me. Just watch it.

Love being one day ahead of trend.

Busted going through my tumblr. I use it as a dj platform -blanket dj. Archive way is the best way to micro-manage the assault you get and hover over the play triangles of the images, those guys are youtube raymi song repeat classics. I got your back.

Alright I gotta go. Bah Humbug.

ps. even though everything sucks my backside will never age. Click it before you stick it.

And from yesterday’s work out. I have to implement a meal plan now. sigh.

The name of this colour is a weed euphemism. Jokes. Hilar.

12 thoughts on “I don’t mind spending the apocalypse with you

  1. I don’t understand why you can’t blog any of the interesting things you do. I can understand not blogging the details of your relationships, but the things you do shouldn’t be off limits. You could at least outline. I’ve been reading since 2005. I’ve noticed that you really clammed up around the time you started working at the Central. Not complaining, It really makes no difference to me. I’m obviously still reading whether you’re revealing or not.

  2. Sending you serenity for the holidays <3 "this too, shall pass.." "it gets better".. etc etc.. take it from me ;) I promise. LOVE!!!

  3. I’m rooting for you so hard. I know it doesn’t really change anything – but if anything I hope it shows that there is always a balance between good/bad, happy/sad, etc.

    It’s a blessing and a curse to be so self-aware, instead of blissfully ignorant. Merry Christmas Minx!

  4. “…if I am supposed to be this Kerouac-continued extension savant why don’t I shut up and tell it.” YES TELL IT! These posts = when I like you the best. Also this: “I want to be inspired again I want to see other people get better too and do better. Save themselves. That is what I want. You know who you are.” ME TOO!

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