Crappy Taiwanese Stories

i never leave the house. it’s not that i’m not physically capable of doing so, i’m just having one of those can’t be bothered to type moods. It’s lasted two months so far. It could be this town’s not really meant for me – don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad place, it’s just, not my cup of tea. I’m use to more people and public transportation (no bus or subway here) and more than three bars to choose from. But that’s just me. I’m developing this bizarre case of paranoia that really makes no sense. I just feel like everyone’s eyes are on me and i can’t take it anymore so I never go out. Another reason why getting packages in the mail is the best thing since sliced bread because now i don’t have to leave the house to buy things – they get sent to me. Brilliant. It’s beyond being a hermit I think now too. I’m way past that stage. Ten whole hours can go by and i wouldn’t really notice nor care. I only know the days of the week by what’s on the TV. It’s true. Like, yesterday was Thursday because Survivor was on or right now it’s eleven o’clock because Price is Right is on. you get my point. I’m flying back to Toronto tomorrow nite. It’s time to go back to the motherland. I have this three-month disease where every three months I’m like, OK, that’s enough of that. Then I go home. I’ll probably stick around Toronto for awhile. We’ll see what happens. that is of course until I turn into a mega-star and go on tour.

Right? Right.

the fucking asshole next door is sitting on his harley in the driveway, re v v in’ it over and over again. I want to go out there and do something bizarre like strum a banjo on my lawn or turn on the hose and water the same spot for ten minutes.

neighbor rage.

ok my lovely people – i have something for you. Something huge and wonderful and magnificent you will crap in your pants. You will tell everyone you know about it, your mother’s sister’s cousin and their children and their children’s children and so on and so forth……so, all u gotta do is click on this new, fantastic little picture i drew and blammo you’re at minxraymi.com


do u ever have one of those days where you go to yourself, “Fuck it. Today I’m gonna look ugly and I don’t give a shit.” then halfway through the day you change your mind cuz u see all these hot looking people and you get angry at yourself for looking like a slob but it’s kinda too late to make yourself look not ugly so you try to fix your hair and outfit a little but you end up just looking goofy? i had one of those days yesterday. it was laundry day and all my non-stupid clothes were being washed so i decided to wear these baggy blue corduroy pants and a huge dumpy t-shirt and my hair was in messy pigtails. i went to the grocery store and everyone else looked better than i did so i immediately got pissed off and stomped around the place swinging my basket around like a sea hag.

the end.

so here’s raymi in all her “i want to look like a boy” glory in Brooklyn this past summer. you can see the WTC in the background of one of the shots from the roof.MODRAYMI

you can also see a picture of antidisestablishmentarian pinching his girlfriend’s titty if you wait for the page to load and scroll down to the bottom. do it. Tittypinch there’ also more of his funny complaints too.