Fred

Hi Raymi, How are you? I was searching for someone for hot encounters and I came across your website so I added you as a friend. Tell me more about you hun. I.m 44 single. get back to me

Raymi Lauren White

do you know who i am (checking to see how far i can take this)(ps hot encounters what?)

Fred
No I don’t but I would like too, Message me back

Raymi Lauren White
i am hot and 26 years old. you are 44 (dubious)(and NOT hot). what do you have going for you that could possibly be of any interest to me?

meanwhile he’s simultaneously trying to chat me.

Fred

Hello Raymi

Raymi

yes (what?)

Fred

I came across your website and you had a interesting story

Raymi

i did?

Fred

yes

Raymi

which was?

Fred

Something about you purchasing chocolates, almost eating the whole box but then you decide to leave some for your brother

Raymi

guy are you fucking with me

Fred

no

Raymi

where are you from

Fred

********* (way too close for comfort)

you?

Raymi

where did you find this story about me

Fred

or what

Raymi

what blog

oh wait yeah i wrote that a long time ago

Fred

did you?

Raymi

no its ok

did you get the message i sent you

Fred

your cute hun

Raymi

no the one i sent to your inbox

Fred

but i like too

Raymi

no i said im hot and 26 and u are 44 what makes you think you have a chance (sorry being honest)(not sorry)

Fred

yes, you like older men

Raymi

older hot men

Fred

your are hot

Raymi

thanks i know

Fred

you don’t find me atractive

Raymi

you’re a little husky for my liking

no offense

Fred

Im 6’2″, 253lbs

Raymi

(and that’s supposed to impress me?)(ps the brackets are my afterthoughts to you guys not him) thats a lot

im 5’8 122

Fred

whats your background

Raymi

native indian?

Fred

how about you

Raymi

does it matter

Fred

No I was just asking?

Raymi

ok sorry for being bitchy im kinda busy

Fred

well I guess your not interested

Raymi

you think? (ding ding ding!)

Fred

maybe?

Raymi

sigh (fuck no)

Fred

you there?

Raymi

n

o

Fred

hello
your not in a good mood

Raymi

(it’s) you’re(!)

Fred

always

Raymi

(omg i wasn’t asking) ok i have to go now bye

Fred

chow

Raymi

(HAHA CHOW) ciao

Fred

bye hun
i’ll be on later we’ll chat

yeah no, we won’t.

well that was boring and what a scholar. blocked.

holy shit today’s been productive!

wise time to stop filming haha. that sure woulda been a nice picture.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3TCYljy62k

THU-RILLING!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK7bcNVHfrU

in a few other vids it totally looks like i’m wearing bike shorts. funny reverse colour double taker. it went over well at montana’s.

dumpy outfit choice one with dumb wet hair. preggo-vision!

lets slutty it up a few.

backyard is completely blanketed in snow. dogs are loving it. the kitchen floor is not.

well a temporary fix for now for sure though.

i laid in bed all day it felt really strange. like when i used to live with my dad in oakville, i’d sleep all day long til like 4 then get up and stay up til 2, just givin’er. definitely felt some guilt and a bit of anxiety away from computer. was thinking of getting a blackberry (my phone is archaic) but then wondered why? i don’t yearn to update the world about going for a tan or being wasted at a show. we don’t have cable here either so i am fully out of the television loop. again, don’t miss it. though there is a small hankering for watching shows i “couldn’t” before, real shitty ones like the (upcoming?) real housewives of dc.

anyway, the only social interaction i had today (most days) was dave coming by with gravol and pepto on his way back from getting some parts for work. resistors. i asked if they resisted much. he said they didn’t put up much of a fight.

last nite my dad and brother came over for some scrabble cards, scrabble and uno. we tied one on. right in the middle i came down with some bad nausea, dizziness, hot chills, very bizarre. dave’s mom made mention of a 4 day nausea bug going around. my brother just had it too so there you go. was woken up at 6am out of sleep. i started dreaming about wendy’s, a wendy’s frosty and then nausea pulled me out of it had to put on my hippie overalls and crouch on the couch for awhile. brutal.

it reminded me of all the other times in my past where nausea hits me like a ton of bricks and i’m up at 4am til the sun shines, it happened way too many times. that’s when i started to realize i had bad anxiety.

this post filed under COOL STORY!

stay tuned for what i actually maaaaade! (check blog title)

that’s what today was all about. i hope you catch it. no i don’t just kidding. no i’m not. ugh so weeeak what is wrong with me. nausea poor vision clumsy chills party.

elin: yeah i said it.
horrible pic.
too much hair dye and eyebrow waxing.

raymi: did you finally remove the margarita goggles? j/k
in his case he’s held up quite well also fame always trumps out some ugly

elin: also fame always trumps out some ugly

starfucker!

raymi: the only star i fuck is myself

please explain sweet tooths to me i don’t get how that shit can be enjoyable. mmm i have a hankering for pain right now i want my teeth covered entirely in sugar and gristle and chemical dye YUM. i think it’s a guy thing too.

see that bag of sour keys? i ate the entire thing.

saliva finally beat out the sour we’re on easy street now.

this is what she looks like in the morning. so much higher up in real life i will probably never stop mentioning that.

book proposal writing time ughhhhhhh. i mean yay! YAY!

the notion of the book proposal is funny to me. all that time and effort put into writing a document that is supposed to sell the idea of the book to prospective publishers like, why not just write the fucking book instead and be like here you go publish it. why waste time being all formal about it? if i was a formal writer i’d have a book in stores already hello. or like, i’d be somebody. no that is not a complaint. your face is.

RIP john lennon 29 years ago today. sigh.

how much does this sell you on londontown (the real one) sigh can’t wait to go back again someday.

I really think you would have the best time with Chloe & I. If you like laughing, cycling, eating good food, being a dick and going out dancing along with shopping for unusual things in unusual places, we’re your men.

And obviously, London is a pretty wonderful city if you know it well. Swimming in Hackney fields lido, wine at the Royal Festival Hall or Gordons, dancing at the Book Club in Shoreditch, boutiques on Brick Lane, comedy at Ginglik in Shepherds Bush, Borough food Market and roast Sunday Lunch on Sundays, beer in the cinema at the Curzon Soho or Mayfair, thrift and record shopping on Portobello road where you can get the best pots of tea in nearby Notting Hill. Friends bands’ in Dalston dive pubs…book market on the Southbank with crepes. Jack the Ripper tour in Spitalfields, with Christopher Wren churches too. Plus Chloe makes chilli vodka and fucking wicked jams and preserves.

kirsty you are the best. remember when you accidentally posted a text i sent you on your blog WITH my phone number in it and i got up in the middle of the nite to email freak you out about it. awesome.