here is a poem

the woman down the hall
her name is sue
she is a dyke
why are all dyke’s named sue?

video of me as a skinny sketchbag.

sodasamson says:

are you drunk?

raymi says:

no

raymi says:

why

raymi says:

i wish

when you can’t remember what my url is never fear just type in girl that look so sexy that a person want to fuck and there i am!

if that’s too many words for you to type or remember then just google farting girl and i am second on the list.

sodasamson says:

the new ipod plays movies and videos

raymi says:

yer gonna get it right

sodasamson says:

i don’t know probably not

raymi says:

good

sodasamson says:

then you’ll think i’m shallow and selfish

sodasamson says:

like sharpie

sodasamson says:

she thinks i’m shallow and selfish

sodasamson says:

that’s why we’re friends

sodasamson says:

haha

raymi says:

i already think that

sodasamson says:

haha

sodasamson says:

careful i’m sensitive too

raymi says:

ya right

sodasamson says:

no really i am

sodasamson says:

ask sharp

raymi says:

ok fine

raymi says:

do u cry?

sodasamson says:

i’m crying right now

raymi says:

HAHHAA

fil is really anal about parking his new car and i get annoyed and then he gets annoyed at my being annoyed and then we have to “talk about our feelings” and “discuss” shit.

anyway, last nite we drove around the block 4 times to find a spot that was suitable enough for fil to park and i sighed really loud the third loop we made and fil got all huffy and we were having a little bit of a spat, nothing really, anyway as we are getting out and about to give each other the silent treatment for the following half hour, all these tiny crabapples fall from the tree and PLONK plonk PLONKED onto his car as fil and i were looking across each other over the roof and i busted out laughing.

so then we had to move the car. obviously.

i’m dying my hair black again AGAIN again. hopefully i won’t get dye everywhere. it has to be done because my hair is too soft and nice-looking so i have to fuck things up but also my roots are quite long.

that boy washing dishes
in the back of the hall
every morn’ he wishes
he didn’t wake up at all

that poor country
occupied for years
beheading all the tourists
no one really cares

yes i wrote it.