Hey, i was kind of excited that we decided to not do coke ’til 5 in the morning but you know, it’s now a quarter to howling hour and here i am. up. but not doing coke. only did a tiny tiny bit. i am very annoyed at the hospital for fucking up my drug screening and telling me to come back and pee in a cup again but you know, i think the drug is out of my system for good now so there is no point. i will have to take the law into my own hands. the hospital woman was a cunty whore and in fact, they were all very unhelpful to my cause seeing as i was not bleeding from my ears. i could hear people crying and crapping their guts out and all of them were vomitting hysterically. i was passing notes under the door to my friends in the waiting area and i felt like i was going to be arrested or sent to detention by the mean hospital woman. she kept blowing up and saying, “now LISTEN TO ME CAN I TALK CAN I TALK!??!” and i was not even saying more than three words and then i said, “Yah well i think i’m being pretty calm about this whole thing despite circumstances” and she just looked at me and then this other nurse was all nice and helpful and tended to me immediately and i felt like biting my fucking thumb to that hospital woman but i didn’t because i am a mature young lady. i am.
wow i am listening to NIRVANA’sTourette’s and it makes me want to take a big wicker chair that you find in community centres and smash it into a window.
the contractors are dopes. they put the tap thing on backwards so hot is cold and cold is hot and i haven’t showered still and i plan on going to this big party full of bankers and investors and people with expensive jackets and i am nervous ’cause i won’t know anyone, i’m going alone and i’ll be wearing dirty jeans and shoes and have aids-hair and i’ll probably be all loaded and say dumb shit. i wish i had an extra tape for my camera. hmmm. hmmm. i don’t think there is any place for me to obtain a tape right now. oh well. there’ll be more yuppie parties to attend in the future.
11 45pm i am now polishing off my bottle of sake and changing my shirt and then going to this fucking party dammit and im getting laid tonite by a stranger!
played RISK ’til 5 in the morning. my eyes were buuurning. such a heated game. such geeks. even had RISK-type army battle marching music blaring to make things more tense. i was going to quit at least ten times. everyone was accusing me of cheating and being wrong. everyone spoke over everyone else and 2 of the 4 players were drunk and stoned beyond belief. do you think i was one of these two? um hello?
i didn’t lose and i didn’t win. i lasted the entire game, i stabbed people in the back, made pacts, broke them on and on. i don’t think i can play that game for another 6 months. it will give me cancer.
not worth it.
i have a nerd working on minxraymi.com because soon you will be able to buy stuff off it. like my drapes and my pieces of paper with scribbles on ‘em and nail polish remover.
people came over and gutted my downstairs bathroom so it no longer looks like aids is smeared all over the place from crackwhores washing themselves. it looks beautiful and i can’t wait to get hair-dye stains all over the white tiles. yes yes.
i’m going to get loaded and embarrass myself on that matchmaker show, toronto styles. i’ll get to ride around in a limo and have a friend an the fucking dork-host critique the whole blind date. yay!
fuckin’ YAH! i am listening to incesticide and it is beautiful. this brings me back to my bedroom in mississauga, comatose on my bedroom floor, fantasizing about finding kurt cobain in the woods, alive, and being his girlfriend. nice. loving and worshipping NIRVANA from grade 4 – grade 7 was so important to me and my older brother and his friends. it was like a contest who could learn more information about everything and anything for example, Kurt Cobain was 5′ 7 and 125 lbs up until the day he shot himself and he took ritalin and had chronic back pain from leaning way over his guitar from being left-handed and he got punched by his own security guard once and Bleach was recorded for 608 dollars etc etc…i was so fucking sad and couldn’t eat when that dude perished and i never smiled in fotos and i wore bad grunge clothes and everyone thought i was going to kill myself and my older brother and his friends called me a follower and a poser for liking NIRVANA. i bought all the tapes with the money i made from selling all my crappy toys at our garage sale when i was in grade 4. yes yes.
December 4th, 1994. CHRISTMAS DAY! 8:09am
This is torture! There are about 100 presents downstairs that are for me! And my brother and I aren’t allowed to go downstairs until 11:00am. I think i’ll put my clock an hour ahead! or I might just sneak downstairs. I’ll write back later when I’m finished opening presents! Bye! Merry Christmas!
Boxing Day 1:01pm – my room
This is what I got for Christmas: Nirvana Unplugged, Live in NYC, a cd player, eight hole (blue) Doc Martens, Beavis&Butthead game for Super Nintendo, Nitemare before Xmas VHS, Scattergories and other stuff.
i’m a substance user or abuser. so what. at least i don’t have blackouts and fall out of windows and i show up to work on a somewhat consistent basis. i have to go home for christmas and do family-type things. i haven’t bought a present for anyone, not even the kids. they’re so spoiled they won’t even notice. all i want this year is a trip to cuba and like maybe, four-hundred thousand dollars and my own karaoke bar. yah.
i haven’t finished reading all families are psychotic yet. i’m sorry. i’m sure the ending is very good. i didn’t like how VICE trashed that book. dopes. they’re total hasbeens. well, some of them. (has-beens? has beens? i need help with spelling and pronouncing certain words and i am not ashamed to admit this).
there is a guy downstairs in my basement bathroom and he is gutting the shit out of the drywall around the tub and making it all fancy. it’s about time. its been neglected for years. the ceiling surely would rot and cave in soon enough. i still haven’t opened the door to my laundry room after i flooded it.
i think a monster lives in there.
bye.
it’s christmas and i figured i should tell you that
youre hot and i love you and forget about what
everyone says. not everyone is going to understand
what youre doing or who you are, but i like to think
that i understand and i love it and if you were here
you would be mine or i would be yours, depending on
ps coolhandluke is in vancouver right now. we miss him. he has a rap band or something. and is on the radio and making a record? what? i am still mad at him for making me go see that paul barman fag.
Thanks for coming to the audition, submitting your demo tape and considering MuchMusic as a place you would want to work. We had a look at your application, audition and tape, and while we appreciate your work, it’s not in the Much style we are looking for at the moment. If you wish to send in a new tape in a couple of months please feel free to do so. We wish you the best of luck in your future ventures.
I feel ok right now. well, i’m quite hungry but that is only because i was throwing up a lot. i took too many medicines i shouldn’t have. i have to go to work in just over three hours. i stayed up ’til 7am.
i keep walking around collecting content for my book but i keep forgetting to write it down in the right place or i go get drunk off rice wine and then my fingers are too fumbly to do anything right. i keep forgetting to put AAA batteries in my dictaphone.
Do you have a dictaphone?
love raymi
ps i have a serious motherfuckin’ crush on capedmaskedandarmed and i think you should too!
pps hey tony, some fat american doofus posted about me today, some ward guy whom i won’t link because he doesn’t deserve the hits. he’s mad cause you replaced his link with mine. (good on you, btw). his perception of canadians is so wrong and he totally bites your styles, yo.
1. Both my navel and tongue are pierced. You decide if that�s tacky.
2. I don�t have my driver�s license but I can drive standard just perfectly.
3. I once performed the heimlech maneuver on this fat epileptic dude who was choking on a hamburger and I also scooped barf out of his mouth so he wouldn�t choke on that too.
4. I don�t own any records.
5. I was not at all phased to learn Paul Reubens likes little boys.
6. I have never tried heroin or acid.
7. I have a zit-popping fetish.
8. The smell of uncircumcised dicks is growing on me.
9. I ate Lemon Meringue pie for dessert during a flight to Florida when I was three years old.
10. I am convinced lesbians hate me.
11. Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth.
12. I have eaten a whole bag of chips and a whole tub of onion dip to myself on many occasions.
13. I�m a fag for romance.
14. I�m affectionate and I can be needy.
15. Sometimes I cut my own bangs and they never turn out the way I want them to.
Sorry i haven’t written you in awhile. i’ve been a bit busy. i haven’t been replying to emails or updating my blog. it lends (can i use the word “lends”?) me great anxiety to not do these things. i don’t want people to not come back here if i don’t update regularly. i’ve been getting myself into a nice little ball of debt. i want a credit card so i can get paypal and then sell things to people. like my journals or my shoes and stuffed animals. i like to share. you keep things in your life for a short while and then you let them go. nothing in this world is permanent. except maybe for styrofoam.
i spoke with many nice people last nite at the underwear modelling gig. it was hip hop nite and we confused the regulars. i wore nipple pasties and a thong and dirty sneakers. we video-taped it too.
i want a new job or another job or to never work again. i just want to go out and stay in a lot and have money and have money and have money. i think i am bipolar or manic depressive or whatever the hell it is something that’s wrong with me. i can barely work, you know. it’s hard. my work hours are very minimal but still, i am there and after a couple hours i have to leave. and then i go somewhere and spend money.
well anyway, i have to think about what i want to do today.
