Hi Raymi,

I’m Anti’s ex-girlfriend. Not that one, but the one before that, the one who moved away and lives in Brooklyn now. He came and visited me in New York once and I acted like a total bitch went he wanted to look at all the graffiti, which seemed strange to me even then.

Anyhoo, he doesn’t even know that I’ve looked at his Blogspot. It’s not a big secret or anything that I’ve seen it, he would probably be happy to know that I’ve seen it, ‘rio76a3yh;t6yzvh e0o8r65q398. Blah di dar, a friend called me up and said “yeah, and there are these weird photos of some chick I’ve never seen before and she’s in her underwear and nothing else and it’s really weird.” So I immediately went to his Blogspot and clicked on the link that led to you and darling, you are divine.

It isn’t surprising that he says his friends “don’t get you,” and wonder why you are “so naked.” I’d bet a full set of Fiesta ware and the lint in my coat pocket that they haven’t read what you’ve written either. Not that your entries are based on explaining why you post the awesome fucking photos that you do, it’s just that frank, unapologetic femaleness, whatever the fuck that is, isn’t a hot commodity in that region.

Today was the first snow day, and everything in the city seemed muted and quiet and there was a bluegrass band playing in the Union Square station. I snuck the two-year-old I babysit for up onto the roof of his apartment building and we put pots and pans out to catch the snow. Later we had a snowball fight in his bathroom and threw them at the ceiling and the medicine-chest mirror and talked about how snow is white and made out of frozen water from clouds.

So, good job.

That’s it.

Okay, bye…

jack kerouac is my 3rd cousin. i want to outlive him.

i’m a recovering alcoholic, kind of. and a recovering weed smoking banshee. my next addiction is le cigarette but i’ll hang on to that addiction ’til some modelling agency doods gimme their fancy cards, you know. smoking will help me with my figure. which is better than ever. i look better than ever. i have heart attacks and the rest of my body doesn’t even know it. i miss anti. he’ll be home soon.

here’s me being a sad tard in my old apt. which i miss the shit out of but can no longer live there …bla tra la…

i plan to dye my hair black, tres soon.

k bye.

i am alive. sex tv is airing summa this blog stuff this weekend. i promised to give up raymitheminx.com to save my life, to save your life, to save the world and all that jazz. i was away. i am not a junky and i never will be. i have terrible nerves now, terrible paranoia and it’s all justified. that’s it in a nutshell. spend more time with your families, guys. i’ll drop a line here n there. look out for my book(s) soon, k?

love for you all.

i just want to be a supermodel now. and a rock star. and a ballerina/dance choreographer.

so hook it up.

oh and i’m straight-edge now.

heh.

im a blow up doll but less boobish these days. meh.

hi jeff, you are suppose to be calling me right now from your apartment thing.

in new york city.

i think i will go to new york city to hang out soon.

too bad ben is not your friend right now, that means he is not my friend right now.

because i am your friend, right. loyalty shit.

someone stole the cd of our demo, you on bass and me on the microphone in that practise space where that guy fucked prostitutes and i saw the video it was awesome. nitin’s gay stuff on your four-track. can you send me more cd’s of it and then put it on your site and ill start selling them. they’re SO HOT right now. i mean it. the bass/guitar solos work. i’m serious.

i rented a porno video on my family’s house account at the video store. i paid off some of the family fines of late rentals and video games and stuff. our house account is so fucking old man. yah. they cant dig up the year of anything we rented but like everything is all there of what we rented i believe, unless they decided to tidy up their history, which i doubt they would, but then again i could be wrong.

i think it’s a family-run thing so if any sucker tried to walk in and pose as me and be all yah im raymi or danny or biff and i want to rent ten jillion b movies, whatever, they’d kill you. moreover, that place is awesome. they let me walk in there with bikinis on and rent all this crap and bonbons and take home the crocodile dundee floatable shitbox and the chris farley cardboard stand-up with spade, and then brooke would be all yah lets go home and watch movies on your carpet floor and sarah too and then kristi the punk.

anti’s dad‘s company made the racks that the video store has. the metal ones. standard grade, probilly and white lacquer.

he saw the silver company logo and the 1 800 number and shit.

it was silver.

jeff, im baked.

neeeahhht.

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tim is here and we are going to go into toronto for my first time in a long time, since i got the rest of my shit from my old apartment when it all went down…

we are going to wear sars masks too!!!

tim thinks my mum hates him. probably.

this town sucks and then it is also pretty good. it’s good on monday nites when you just want to cruise thru the place on foot and have no one around in your path other than all the cops in town who are bored and out to make raymitheminx’s face explode with ‘noia over nothing.

“Colin Powell is out over there whisperin’ to the horses like in that movie that was advertised all week long, the horse whisperer.. BWHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAaaa them brown horses, whispering to them, and shit!” – tyranny.

ahahhahahhhhhaaa.

ps. colorado girl stop shit-talking my friend. i heard this vapid story from all other perspectives, point being, don’t you ever ever create a whole blog to ‘dis up one guy in order to make the newer one feel better. regardless of a new guy being around, you just don’t fuck around with ghosts of your past, to be fair and nice to them and also to counter-act any potential rumors that get slung around messageboards about you. dont let negative comments follow you to your blog which YOU made in the first place to prevent US from thinking bad things about you? am i right? but when you more than welcome and invite negative comments by publishing materials such as you did/do, it gets personal, doesn’t it? this i know for fact, i have my own personal experiences and stories….

tim didnt even know about this blog you made til weeks later, henceforth, you made the first move. why, is what we’re trying to figure out. next move, is for him to counter-attack, right? pffft. the internet is a powerful tool, use it wisely. news travels faster. and eventually the world hears about it. like when monica lewinsky blabbed to that other fat chick and then we all found out about bill clinton’s blowjob. that was pretty funny, right. etc etc. colorado girl

my uncle went to colorado once.

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Fuck you poetry

This will make me so rich.

Many days and months later

I am listening to millennium

And we won�t stop

Praying it�s not too late

Nirvana heart shaped box on now

This is what it is like to be on the other side of withdrawing or being like a fast pace machine like person with having to of had to be a depressed

Heart shaped box?

Forever in debt to priceless, advice?

Unngh.

My one front tooth is bigger than the other, like longer. An interesting selling trait for an agent to be a model. I want to be a model now since I don�t want to do much talking anymore since I don�t have any friends anymore.

I don�t want my teeth to be punched out.

That would hurt.

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The post is from RaymiTheMinx.com copyright 1888 to 2888