interview rock collective says:

what’s in your purse after you already knew that someone was gonna steal it but only had 4 seconds to save something?

raymi says:

make-up concealer, bank card, passport, camera

interview rock collective says:

score. what’s in your hands?

raymi says:

right now coffee cup and computer mouse

interview rock collective says:

miss. what’s your favourite drink?

raymi says:

uhh red wine

raymi says:

yer kind of slow at this

raymi says:

you are the worst interviewer ever

interview rock collective says:

i know it

raymi says:

well?

interview rock collective says:

all i wanted was to know your favourite tree

raymi says:

poplar

interview rock collective says:

if you only had one more way to get off and one was mysterious mechanical bull and one was someone you’ve always hated, how do you do it?

raymi says:

someone i hated

interview rock collective says:

would you rather write a famous book or painting

raymi says:

painting

interview rock collective says:

what’s your worst kind of beer

raymi says:

one that tastes like the forest

interview rock collective says:

where was your favourite place to be drunk?

raymi says:

new york

interview rock collective says:

was your snatch still very beautiful in new york city?

raymi says:

what?

interview rock collective says:

i dunno i was thinking about next question

interview rock collective says:

would you cheer for israel or palestine

raymi says:

no comment

interview rock collective says:

with your blog, is it more ideal to get a lot of people or a lot of people who get it?

raymi says:

whats not to get?

interview rock collective says:

well yeah but it was a wacky question

raymi says:

i know

interview rock collective says:

what’s your favourite national flag that you saw

interview rock collective says:

just based on aesthetic

raymi says:

union jack

interview rock collective says:

what’s in your fridge

raymi says:

there are others that i cant think of right now

raymi says:

v8 blue cheese home made soup brita and a bunch of condiments

interview rock collective says:

does brita work?

raymi says:

yes

raymi says:

we never change the filter though

interview rock collective says:

do you ever feel inclined to listen when the v8 thing tells you to “drink your vegetables!”?

raymi says:

no

interview rock collective says:

do you care how blue cheese is made?

raymi says:

yes but i dont like to think about it

interview rock collective says:

and what’s in your freezer

interview rock collective says:
(i got OCD about that, i just look everywhere)

raymi says:

frozen peas maple syrup ice cubes

interview rock collective says:

well it’s already the worst interview ever

interview rock collective says:

so isn’t maple syrup supposed to go in the fridge?

raymi says:

ask fil

raymi says:

i hate maple syrup

interview rock collective says:

who would win polish oscar if you were able to make only three people polish

raymi says:

my three polish neighbours in my old neighborhood

raymi says:

wait they are already polish

raymi says:

nevermind

interview rock collective says:

are you going to eat their ethnic food for nominating them?

raymi says:

i love polish food

interview rock collective says:

yeah it’s good

raymi says:

they eat duck

interview rock collective says:

ok so you have to choose between polish food and ukrainian food at a very pretentious and omniscient ballroom and everyone’s watching you

interview rock collective says:

what do you choose

raymi says:

i dont know what ukrainian food tastes like. i would close my eyes and decide

interview rock collective says:

would you eat a duck in a cooler way if you were drunk when you shot it?

raymi says:

i would not shoot an animal

interview rock collective says:

would you listen to random internet bloggers who told you to eat some perogies and cabbage rolls?

interview rock collective says:
assuming of course that it has no connotation re: weight

raymi says:

no

interview rock collective says:

say they put you on letterman, do you know how to cackle too?

raymi says:

kind of

interview rock collective says:

would you practice?

raymi says:

just briefly

interview rock collective says:

can you turn your eyelids inside out?

raymi says:

no

interview rock collective says:

what if a really good girlfriend of yours went on a tear and raped straight chicks and gay guys nonstop and you only had one thing to say about it

raymi says:

dude you’re fucked

raymi says:

to her i’d say that

interview rock collective says:

yeah i pretty much laughed anyway

interview rock collective says:

what would you say to the 11th person who sneered at you if you woke up and ten straight people had also sneered

raymi says:

id sneer back and lose my temper and scream WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SNEERING AT?!

raymi says:

this interview is just gonna keep going right

interview rock collective says:

no i gotta go have a shower

raymi says:

ok bye

samir and i are arguing about the script i have to write ok no we were discussing it and the other nite while inebriated to the extreme we were trying to talk about it but just ended up talking over each other instead and it was funny. i wrote the paradigm structured and now i feel extremely productive.

today it is very cold outside.

saturday nite me and fil made dinner all by ourselves and it was good. when we were grocery shopping fil ruined the experience by making me explain in detail why i wanted to buy this fancy orange juice and i got very angry and said YOU ARE RUINING MY SHOPPING EXPERIENCE!

last nite i watched this flight 93 movie narrated by kiefer sutherland on the discovery channel and innit was actual phone recordings of people calling their loved ones before the plane crashed in that field and i couldn’t sleep all nite because of watching it.

the events of that day have affected my life in a very major way i don’t think i will ever get over it and i’m not trying to start a war over what huge terrible event in the world is most important like starving kids and rwanda i’m just saying that i have mini-panic attacks everytime i see/hear something having to do with september eleventh and yet i can’t stop myself from being obsessed and i have this overwhelming desire to explain to people exactly how i feel about it, not my opinions but how my heart feels like it is going to explode and my body temperature sky rockets and my hands sweat etc and so on, ungh.

anyway i found some pictures jack took in manhattan that day so i’m gonna put them up.

look it’s me in my i am kurt cobain stage except my plaid shirt is buttoned way up to my neck and my hair is slicked back like i am from the spanish harlem, yay!

poor parents yo, they must’ve been like why can’t my daughter be normal or dress like a girl even?

i’d be like you are not coming with us if you are going to look like a lesbo.

your book is like reading a giant 100 page drunken catholic
confessional raymi blog post. that needs to be said so that people that read your blog, the people that go there daily and adore you through what you’ve written understand that any paragraph from this could have been a post on your blog. and if they love your blog, and they read it everyday and they want to know you better and they want a glimpse of what you’ve been through and what’s inside that girl with the perfect nipples and the hilariously bitchy attitude, then they need to read this book.

i kind of always thought of blogs as public diaries. not anymore.
cuz i found your diary, raymi, THIS is your diary. i snuck into your room while you weren’t home and now i’m reading it and it’s not the stuff that you show everyone else, it’s the stuff that you keep inside, it’s the stuff that you write for yourself. it’s everything that has made you what you are, it’s everything that makes up raymi.

you laid it all out, sweets. they think they’ve seen you naked? ha. wait until they read it. you’re a brave girl, raymi, you really are. cuz you’ve totally opened yourself up and what’s left to hide now? and it makes me adore you even more and when you get home, i’m gonna feel guilty as hell for reading this, but i am gonna give you the biggest hug i can because you’re just incredible.

i’m so glad you wrote this, not just because you decided to share it with everyone else, but because you wrote it for yourself. because you can read it and you can say,
jesus, that was my fucking life? and you can get sad for yourself and feel awful that
you put yourself through so much but at the same time you’ll feel so STRONG because you survived it and you’re still here and you’ve lived so much for someone so young, even if all you wanted the whole time you were doing that living was to die.
you can hate that you put yourself through so much hell, but love it because it’s made you YOU. i hope that writing this and putting this out there helped you.

i like the addition of the stories you’d written. i believe you said that you just did it to fill space, but either way, it worked nicely. this shit is intense, you know? it’s intense and it’s ugly and it’s SAD, (yeah, i know, marketable depression.. it’s supposed to be sad, i get it) so some fiction interspersed with the truth was a sweet idea.

something i noticed, that i suppose is just something you DO, is that even when you’re depressing the hell out of me i’m laughing. the way you describe situations, the way you handle them, the shit you say, it’s just really very funny. i can relate to a lot of the things you’ve written about, as i’m sure a lot of other people can. we’ve had some similar experiences (drugs/drug dealer boyfriends/abuse/picturing car crashes/need i go on) and that makes your book much more personal to me. kinda like all of those books with the characters you identify with and the underlined passages and the OH THAT IS TOTALLY ME. so yeah. i actually wanted to die when i read
that part because.. you know that book i sent you? you know how i told you i had three books of the series and i’d send them to you? yeah, well, the reason i ended up
getting you the book that was the whole series combined, instead of sending you the ones i had here, was because i’d underlined SO MUCH shit in those books that i just couldn’t send them to you that way. it was way too embarassing. now i know that i could have sent them anyway and maybe you’d have underlined some shit too. who knows.

isabel

last nite i was brutally bitchy to fil and samir cos they were taking their jolly gay time in turning up to the mod club while i was ho ho ho-ing it up but then i got unmean once we left and i got paid and we went to sharpie’s and got mentally retarded and took turns showing our dance moves. more pictures later.