remember through towns
had a meeting yesterday at the hyatt with a book agent. yeah that’s right muhfuckers. dressed like a pilgrim with wild animal hair for it, why front right? maybe i will start dressing like flava flav. felt good about the meeting.
i realised i had missed the city maybe a little when i got up to leave. i think it’s an advantage being away from it though, in terms of writing. why do people living in the city want to read about other people living in the city? their lives are pretty much exactly like everybody else’s. why do i care about you bettering your urbaneness over there when i’m trying to do the exact same over here? i will go back to being angry and one-upping you now.
guy is good shit. funny. gets it.
looooove people watching at the hyatt.
love people watching period. but especially up there.
apparently i look to be ten years older than the age i “claim” to be.
a HUGE chunk of red chicken fell out of my mouth nearing the end of this thing, they took it off the bill. that wasn’t my intention at all i just wanted them (experts) in the kitchen to look at it and tell me if it was raw or not. in case i barfed the world last nite they decided to cover their ass.
huge beer stein much? 32 oz. a fuck rush hour prancing pony pint.
thinking about h&m.
went to the red rooster on a whim and look who should be there, holly and gang hey dewds what’s up? sorry had to bail the guy right before you needed to be set on fire. eyebrows waxed, MAKEUP, he looked like jonathan taylor thomas plus corey haim and he kept hornily shaking his guitar and singing songs about banging his girl and being in love and so on. wife beater, fake ‘n bake tan, spiked up hair that looked painted on. the comedy just wrote itself. oh yeah FREEDOM SCARF in the original colour style, black/white. i didn’t take a photo why?
Hey raymi,
I read the Gossip Folks thing and all the comments. Unfortunately I lack just enough motivation to sign up to comment, but I wanted to point out (since it’s completely irrelevant now) that JK has a problem distinguishing between those he likes and those who have talent. He says you don’t have talent, that you post under pseudonyms or whatever that was, blah blah blah, and then finally he says well the bottom line is I met her and I don’t like her. I think all the flames made that quite clear. But he conflates hatred for you and non-recognition of your talent.
Everyone should try your life for a little while. Try to write a significant post every single day, with as much style as you do. Try to spell everything correctly and understand English grammar enough to play around with it. People like to overlook that you post something original every single day. Or you link to a video, you know, whatev. I think this point is not emphasised enough, and you should make it known when people say you don’t have talent: hey assholes, try it yourself. And don’t make spelling and grammar mistakes like 99% of the population. You will understand quickly enough the talent I have that you don’t.
Finally, your write-up seems very cathartic. As with everything you write, it was fun to read, and it’s nice to have your blog-life story in a nutshell.
I was going to put this in your comments, but then it seemed too long, so you’re getting this email.
Allison
Older? I always thought you had a younger look.
that is the smartest thing you will say today.
kinda’ in love with the brown muses n’ cherub wallpaper in the bathroom. it’s pootastic !
feeling young or old sometimes depends on what you did the night before…
YO who is your agent? and who hooked you up? im looking…. cool!
“apparently i look to be ten years older than the age i “claim” to be”–not true at all. You look fantastic.
ugh that bitch