That is the sound I always make when I have an opinion that is not going to be shared by anyone else in the room but I’m determined to share it anyway because I have some complex where I need to hear the sound of my own voice or somehow satisfy a desire to be right. Not to say that I’m always right, actually I’m very often wrong. You would think I’d learn to keep my big fat trap shut but I don’t. I annoy myself, and probably everyone I know. Maybe I’m that kid that everyone keeps around because they feel sorry for him. Or more likely because I make them feel better about themselves because they can all say “at least I’m not as annoying as Jarom” and other slanderous shit like that. But screw them, if I had it my way I’d reinstitute public floggings, and every Saturday I’d choose a child at random to be tossed into the sun. All to satisfy my demands for justice… have you ever read A Modest Proposal? It’s jacked but a must read.

Anyway, I did have something to say… You’re a mess! A beautiful tragic mess. I’ve been reading your blog for a bit now and it’s like being caught in the black whole of daytime television, the Maury Povich show. No matter how much I want to change the channel I can’t, I must know who the daddy is? What did the lie detector reveal? What is the terrible secret she’s been keeping? It’s been like discovering an awesome band that you think nobody knows about only to find out you’ve jumped on a very large band wagon that has been rolling down your street for three years two months six hours and thirty-seven seconds.

As someone with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) reading about your life drives my fckn batty, I can’t stand it, its disorganized chaos yet I’m ensnared and captivated by it. You live like I only imagine, and when I do it’s a nightmare that I wake from in a cold sweet. But it leaves me more alive and invigorated.

I keep lists, not your ordinary lists like one of all the amazing things I want to see before I die but retarded list of things I want to say at the most perfect moment, a moment that will come along only once and if I don’t use my quote that perfect moment my chance to use it is likely gone forever. I have a new list; it’s a list of all the brilliant things Raymi has written. I’ve had to rewrite it a couple times because my printing wasn’t neat enough… but it’s a good list.