Dear Raymi

I taped yer WobblyBob drawring to the wall in my cubicle this morning and I’ve already gotten a handful of “wutsthat?” from nosey people walking by. I alternate between telling them it’s a sketch by my talented artist friend or my retarded cousin.

Har.

-filter

no this picture is not of filter. it is of an inflatable hello kitty chair with some guy on it because he is badass and that is all.

so ya i took down all the links on the side over there. not to ‘dis anyone, just to clean it up. you will be linked still if you make a point to email me and be personable and nice and and and yah, no more perma-links, for now anyway, just links in posts, ok?

this site is going to be fucking fantabular tres soon complete with partial-pay shiznat, photo-galleries, live raymi webcam in front of a fancy screen in a studio on the moon! (no vaginas being seen) me living loving being retarded reading you books standing on my face, you know..and the writing will still be there and other fun whistles and smells. i have kept this thing going for years and years despite all my everything and anything that tried to get in my fucking way take all my money fuck all my boyfriends smash all my shit leach off my popularity and generosity and now i feel i can push it some more, hire some whores, you know, kid stuff. and yes i will remember every rotten thing ever said to me about this garbage what is my blog and people who cried over me bumming a smoke here and there when i throw them armloads of internet girlfriends and monies and everything.

not cut off, just cut out for awhile. plus i have this other fancy corporate posish to do totally separate from raymitheminx so yeh, disability-shmishability.

i have a lot of thinking to do now, working, and playing with a sparkly wand then casting spells on my cat and i have to find a new apartment and a dog!

i’m a nymphocrazyiac.

please bounce a tennis ball off my head when you next see me or throw mustard onto my shoelaces, i like that.