that’ll put marzipan in your pie plate bingo

hi! pics have nothing to do with the post, I am short on time so make do and hello new readers to raymi the minx dot com i have been blogging for 26 years since the year 2000 so put some respect on my name here. I’ve done this song and dance for y’all before you had facebook to waste your life to

when you put music on in your bedroom to go take a shower you are djing for your bedroom and that is a nice thing then u get to see the songs you missed while you were gone and say to no one in the room oh looks like you had fun while I wasn’t here lemme replay all that then.

when you (me) (no I) overshare it is classily curated oversharing but when some other people do it, it is deeply cringe like ew you said that out loud right here and now in front of all of us on facebook. especially if u sort of dont like the person too either or they a lil sus then they fuckin word waterfall it (guilty guilty guilty shut up) but somehow it’s okay when I do it but not when you do it or like that funny outrageous slob guy we all know who just can do absolutely fucking anything and get laughs with no repercussions whatsoever now that is a kind of bravery I am always chasing.

hmm what else.

…trying to keep track of funny thoughts I have that I know if all paired together could just fill up a book or a post like in the shower it all goes down the drain instantly if I’m not writing it just goes and blows with the wind goodbye. girl bye.

yesterday I got the writing overshare nerve of me because I woke up early scatterbrained and when I am a lil sleep deprived I am borderline batshit crazy and like bored going out of my mind bored running out of tasks here so I turn on myself and all the greatest hits come out. you get a thrill and a rush from unearthing your war party stories and now we’re in a safer place space to share that stuff — buried cool facts!! bc fuck it I did it for the story time to tell it brother. Why do standup comedians get to be raunchy and get away with it mom but I can’t?

so i made this proclamation I would blog yesterday but I knew I’d burn out and be too tired to get it together so today is the day that is the magic of writing of how to write YOU NEED FUCKIN MATERIAL. I have tried over the years to write books to make fictional shit we all know i can write it’s my brain and drive that’s the problem and the lack of structure and weird rules and excuses that have no merit fuck anyway here we are now I am ready so lets go, but where? anywhere, see. Magic. writing. *insert meme of guy’s mind being blown*.

so for those who missed it, here is the mania i blasted out yesterday on facebook from a picture I came across whilst looking for something else which i have just concluded is how my writer’s block evaporates – a memory is triggered – then I go to town.

Visited Bad Bentheim often over the border from Holland in Germany as it was a very quick drive aways from where I was living in Oldenzaal.

When my bf was in the shower I would look at his phone and have to translate from Dutch to English what he was saying about me from the picture I took of his phone then typed it into Google translate while a flush of adrenaline surged thru my body ok im blogging the rest now lol

So. Intuition is usually always right and this guy wasn’t cheating or anything but there’s always potential for an emotional affair which he didn’t have time for because we lived together 24/7, all I saw was this one cute girl in the friend group on whatsapp he messaged with asking about “that girl from abroad” that’s what they all called me I was actually a local celebrity when I was there not many Canadians in my area if any which of course I loved that attention.

I sat on this information. It bugged me. When things bug me, you will soon know it. I cannot be passive aggressive like some emotional abusers out there can be if I am pissed I let it out to get past it otherwise I am suffering because I cannot stop obsessing. Others process things differently I don’t know how but they can let’er rip in a few days time but not me I gotta rip off the bandaid not do a stupid lil dance with ya fuck that.

I don’t know for how long I was able to not say something likely not long I just remember it being a hot day we were having a pint on a gorgeous patio in a whimsical cottage bar in a forest classic Holland shit and once the beer hits my brain that door opens and that thought I had been trying to suppress came out again. Alcohol 100% starts fights. I kinda just bluntly said I saw a message about me or something I mindfucked it so I wasn’t the culprit for invading his privacy I had to be diabolical with it and I was up until he smashed his pint glass with a temper and strength so fierce it popped when it hit the ground the glass obliterated disappeared and the beer too it literally no longer existed the sound rang out amongst the trees penetrating every thing and object house everything surrounding us.

The waitress came out to check on us hearing the sound if we were okay she wasnt sure what had happened we played it cool like nothing happened and he ordered another drink she was so confused mind erased to where had his drink from before gone?

The fight wasn’t over yet he lost his cool he was in a full rage I wasn’t done finding out about this young hot chick flirting with him but I was scared now and wondering if it was even fucking worth it like it was nothing but girls cant help ourselves we’re suspicious and jealous and have trust issues fuck!

when we leave he is driving like a maniac speeding and swerving, a man is walking in the street with a dog and we almost hit him he is yelling in the car oh great now look what you’ve made me almost done I know that man I am trying to work with that man, something about a proposal he was presently going over what are the chances?? unbeknownst to me we are headed right for the plug.

okay I gotta to be continued this story because I lost time searching for my holland pictures but i’ll find you exactly what the patio looked like and thank god it was empty at the time. going to the country and I can’t even load my blog from the house there so, this’ll suck. leave me a comment i’ll be checking xo

Oh and if you know the reference to this blog title without googling it you are a super nerd.