i barely took any photos this weekend, mostly gay hippie stuff, clouds and fields and old barns. our favorite chipmunk is dead, a dog ate it. there were hyper spaz kids up with us this time and at one point the 5 year old screamed CAN I HAVE SOME COFFEEEE!? yeah sure, right after we give you some speed. fil got a gun license, not that he has a need for a gun or anything but it’s a license you have for life so whatever. the scab on my finger is in a lot of pain and i think it’s infected cos it looks like a vagina gash, pink and slitty. i played with a chainsaw and cut down some fucked up trees and felt like a lesbian and i was wasted and imagining cutting off my leg through my shin and then having to be all pro-handicapped and i was thinking what my first blog post would be like after i got out of the hospital and i wanted to post a picture of my cut off leg in the forest with blood all around it and another one of me in a hospital bed smiling with a caption saying something like WHAT ME WORRY!?

Dear blogreaders

xo raymi

**is “barely took any photos” proper grammar?

i think i am stoned in this picture. i hope i am stoned in this picture. yeesh.

jamie found me a new boyfriend. i like that i have a lot of boyfriends and they are either chipmunks or fat men with headphones or fucked up hair or no teeth and are a million years old.

get ready to be jealous.

last nite fil and i went to the drive-in to see the island and wedding crashers, both brilliant movies in their special little way. we’re trying to remember a specific line from the wedding crashers cos when it was said i turned to him and was all bleh blahh new blog title! we drank 50s and shoks and there was a tiny cute little dog in the car beside us with a smushed up little face and the drunker i got the more high-pitched my voice went so that all the windows of all the cars ‘sploded.

we are going up north for the ten trillionth time in a row so fil can pretend to help build a cottage extension and i can get retarded on the sauce and do the easy crossword book. which is still kind of hard. for me at least.

i’m getting sloppy.

fil: i hope you’re washing your fingers so they don’t get infected.

raymi: i hope you’re washing your mouth.

fil: are you going to shut up?

raymi says:

my fingers are broken

raymi says:

because i take things out of the oven with my bare hands

raymi says:

my feelings are hurt right now because fil and alex dont want to play music with me

raymi says:

i started to play the drums and then they took their guitars outside

raymi says:

and so i went to the bathroom and fil got on the drums and alex is playing guitar

raymi says:

it’s kinda funny when you think about it

raymi says:

http://slunk.indiko.com/buseygary.jpg i didnt know you knew gary busey

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we walked to the supermarket and fil tripped on some gravel and i laughed at him and he said that was dangerous and i said yeah maybe for retards and then i felt bad and went awwww honey and tried to hug him and he said don’t touch me.

cool story.

at five in the morning some douche bag was talking to the girl down the hall through the building’s intercom in the alley outside our window. it woke me up out of this crazy sexy dream. anyway, fuckskag was all WELL there IS a coffee down here for you…if you want it, his tone was trying to be coy and tempting but really he sounded demanding and pathetic. so they chatted a bit longer and then she went down to get the coffee and they talked some more. who the fuck talks and drinks coffee at 5 in the morning. i stood up on the bed and was sliding down the window just about to say DUDE SHE IS NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU DON’T YOU GET IT SHE WOULDN’T LET YOU IN AND SHE MADE ALL THIS EFFORT TO COME DOWN TO TALK TO YOU GO THE FUCK HOME ALREADY I AM TRYING TO SLEEP and so on. so finally they said bye and he got into his stupid little car and cried all the way home. that chick just turned 19 and is living down the hall until the end of august. thank god cos her doorway is a turnstile of different dudes daily and there’s been all this destruction since she moved in.

wow i sound old and craggily.

today i had zero booze. yeah. but i’ve felt awfully fucking bored. i did four minutes of sit-ups. pffft. i watched pretty much ten hours worth of television straight-through and the movie cellular twice. also that movie called don’t tempt me with penelope in it, what a hot bitch she is. i’ve been tip-toeing around clutching my finger and whispering “ow” to no one in particular. i think all this indoor time has made me loony because during fresh prince and that 70’s show i would walk into the office and repeat to fil all of the parts that made me laugh except when i said them it wasn’t in english and of course he did not laugh. anyway whatever i’m a friggin’ comedic genius. this is the first non-booze day in a very long time. i can’t believe i still have a functioning liver. i also watched austin powers. name anything on tv and i probably watched it today. i think i only blinked three times today. i am so wired i could stay up forever and ever. oh yeah we went on fil’s bike to my house to steal food out of the freezer because we ran out of food stamps. ok bye. oh wait look at the unicorn orgy!