Whut? These blog people think i’m not interesting enuff to make ‘blog of the week’?
Hrmmph. I’ll show ‘em. I’ll show all of ‘em.
Just wait.

I just realised that i’ve been wearing the same socks for three days in a row. They keep resurfacing in my drawer.
I’ve come to this conclusion becuz now that my shoes are off, it smells like somebody died in here weeks ago.

I’m tired, hungry, bloated and bored.

K, welp, i’m outta the howse now.
beeswax and bedhead are a bad combo. I can’t wait to pick my nose once it thaws out frum this blasted kold.
mike’s basement loox like a sweatshoppe. iz funny.
“Smells like chinese.” whut i say to him every time i walk in.
these three black guys made fun of our hats when we walked past in front of No Fr i l l s.
we’s gunna figger out how to post a guestbook here so all three people who read my blog can make intelligent insults about me.
U clever people, you.

Everyone’s startin’ to get real annoyed wif me ’round here.
“Uh ray, don’t you have sumpin’ you should be doin’ tonite? Like…..sumwhere to be?”
hmmmph.
ffuk you.
You always complain and moan that i am never home and now that i AM home you want me to go out. jeeezus.
My dad’s all excited and is out now renting moovies and getting popkorn and
“Coke! Dad, don’t forget to get me COKE!!!”
and my mum is lookin’ in disgust at me while i pick at my face.
My brother sez my hair loox all ugly.
I learned on Oprah that you can get red wine out of yer rug by using white wine to neutralize it.
kool eh.
Think at the next wine-party i go to, if sumwun spills red wine, i’ll lunge at the spot with a glass of white wine and everyone will cheer and applaud and this circle of light will shine all ’round me. ahhh.
Maybe i’ll throw myself together and go out into the world.
ugggghhhffffff…..
achy head.

two werds:

HANG oveR.
…urrggh.
It’s 3 12 pm and i am still in my pajamas, messy hair-ed and have not even considered brushing my teeth.
Think i’lljust stay in and watch tv, eat, nap and bug everyone else around here.
I’m on bottle of water numero 4.
I don’t know if i wanna say what happened last nite, or not.
hrrrmm….we’ll see.
I smell.

Didja ever notice that these “fun size” packages of m&m’s and snickers and doritos aren’t really all that fun cuz you hardly get any at all.

I tried to do this ultra-kool roundhouse kick on my boss the other day but i missed and he tripped me then smothered my face in a display of papertowels. everyone was real impressed. He went to watch sum white-trash wrestling last nite and was going on and on about it all day.
btw–many of these postings i have copiedand pasted rite in here frum viceland.com ‘s message board.
go there, i suggest for more background info of funnies and where/when/if you come ‘cross any inconsistencies with my ramblings.
I am under the name : Raymi the minx.

Suhweet.

Raymi is the name of a character in a book i’m dragging thru the mud, she’s this little vixen bitch whose real young and welp, does everything a minx does, y’know.
It’s called ‘the last minx’ , the book.
My friend and I are making it into a comicbook series as well, which is fun, but we’re real lazy and have all this talent but we like to sleep lots and do stoopid things like drink pop and try on ugly clothes at the salvation Army.
I bought this awesome Chocolate coloured velvet jacket for $6. I walk around pretending i’m Jarvis Cocker and when people ask me questions i look over their shoulders into space and drawl my words.