you can buy a raymi poster that jamie made of me way back when my hair was orange and shorter and i wore it in tiny pigtails occasionally because it makes you think i am 15 and chew bubblegum and talk about boys and write in cute little flowery journals with matching flowery-print pencils and put hearts as the dot on my “i’s”.
boink!
oh and ps if you don’t want a big dumb picture of me looking at you on your wall then you can buy jamie’s other depressing artwork things that will make you feel bad about yourself and lack of creative abilities and maybe call up an old highschool buddy and say hey tod, sorry i’ve been out of touch the last little while, you wanna meet at the museum and look at dinosaur fossils?
How do you write so poetically and heartfelt? I think you should write a blog or a book even on how you write better than jack kerouac. really. ive started his ‘on the road’ since you posted your old essay about it, and when i read it i think raymi does it better.
i want to be like you and write like you and look like you and
anyway.
maybe because i am modern day and a girl and aware of my drunkenry and
mania and because i am so lippy and sharp it gets others around me
going so then i have a lot of material to work with. one of my fave
writers is douglas coupland, he speaks honestly and i find his stuff
very amusing because it is simple and makes you go DAMN i know EXACTLY
what he is talking about. if u just relate everything you know or ever
experienced in life and then write it in a way so people are like wow
what a genius how does she know this, they begin to think that u are a
genius but really u are just writing about something u experienced
once. use humour too. i dont want to teach the world how to write
like me, only certain nice people who make a point to email and ask.
everyone has their own writing voice. mine comes from pain and
depression and cynicism, thats how i look at the world and i feel bad
about being negative so i put a spin on things by way of humour and
then everyone is like oh ok that’s funny, so it’s ok.
I don’t really know of any parties yet this Christmas. Not on the scale of the ones I threw at my old place. I live in a swank loft on Richmond now that’s too damn small for a party. They have a party Room in my building but I think that’s really, really gay.
And no more coke buffets either. I think I was one of the last hold outs….
but I’ll keep you posted if I hear anything
yeh those party rooms in loft buildings are totally gay and corny and
thats why theyre a hit because it’s like you rented out the community
centre in your co-op and everyone has to whisper and the lights go off
by 1am so you are not allowed to have a sleepover party
paxil never bothered me at all, barely knew i was taking it, that I guess is
the point with that type of shit, strange as this may sound over 1000 live
shows and the whole band was always sober while playing, with the exception
of a communal type 1 shot of booze thing right before we went on.
drink never solved a whole lotta anything for me either butt it never hurts
to see if one last time it will.
I just had a weird flash of something like Burroughs, Kerouacs’ friendship
obvious reason for you not as much for me, I met Bill in Kansas while
Ministry was hanging out doing video’s and such, he had such great old junky
wisdom, I was only about 20 or so and he kept telling me what an old soul I
was, totally blew me away.
non sequitor do you miss hockey? it’s fucking killing me not to be able to
see a game.
yeh i miss hockey
i am tired of hearing about football/basketball
there are only so many insulting complaints when it comes to the pigskin
currently i am not really reading any books. everytime i take a bath i try and re-read this one book but i end up just lying there with the cat looking at me and i am thinking about the futility of bathing because the not smellyness lasts for only so long.
> Apples or bananas?
both
> DO you have brothers/sisters?
older brother, 1 of.
> Did you ever fry ants or burn holes in stuff with a magnifying glass when
> you were a kid?
no we didnt have a magnifying glass hanging around. only at my grandparents there was one but we were too excited to bother with it for more than 3 seconds, we were too busy running around the yard in circles throwing tennis balls at each other’s faces.
> Do you speak fluent French?
i can read and comprehend it well enough and if i am around french speakers i pick it up quickly and so yeh i can speak it i guess
> Hows Blythe – Does she have many clothes?
blythe is wonderful and snobby and beautiful and she has lost total respect for me now that i have blond hair.
fil wonders what in the hell aimee and raymi are planning for his retardedly important birthday. notice how he is trying to see through time. pfft.
raymi practises wearing winter clothing with her backpack on and also gets plenty of stretches in there because the forecast is calling for lazy drunken assholeness and she is like, fil get the fuck out of here we have to get busy, aimee and me.
so fil left
and put on the stupidest not-cool at all hat that he could find. go fil!
aimee and raymi met up to uh, discuss, uhh, fil?
and then raymi took some dancing lessons and totally discussed preparations for fil the entire time.
fil is extremely occupied but still obsessing over how nice and thoughtful aimee and raymi are and he considers a total random act of kindness for them like maybe a unicorn and a rainbow and a trip to disneyworld because he is spoiled with all this attention all the time
gee i wonder what they are doing, for reals.
casual labour and contract espionage, basically
el cid telepathically begs fil to come back before he shoots laserbeams out of his eyes at aimeeraymi
fil begins to have doubts about aimeeraymi giving a fuck at all about him and his birthday
fil is turning three-hundred on friday and i am trying to convince patrick to have a big yuppie party that we all can show up at after the em haines thing. i figure a party will cheer everybody up. patrick and his young thing gone done broke up. i tole him we won’t be able to show up ’til maybe 1 30 or two or so in the morning. i know that it is last minute and selfish to ask of a yuppie party but that’s how things work these days when everyone is miserable and drinking a lot and it is cold out and we all hate ourselves and pretend that our lives aren’t awful, i guess.
anyhow, right now we are waiting for markus to finish up in the tanning salon so we can meet him for a beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer or two. i know, markus + tanning salon = sounds faggy. markus is going to someplace hot for two weeks with his girlfriend so he is getting a jumpstart on the shit i guess. markus had his picture in the townie hoity-toity paper what comes out and brags about local businesses and other fancy yuppie shit and we like to look at it a lot and make fun of it a lot because it goes into great detail about his hair and how it was cut and then about his clothes which we know he only got to borrow and it’s pretty classist the whole crap altogether but so what, i’d’ve done it if i had my own shoppe though the expression on my face would have been a lot cooler.
anyway.
all i really wanted to do was post that picture i drew and then i started writing about fil’s birthday which turned into making fun of markus and now i feel bad.
holy shit! no wonder blondes are dumb. there is only time to think about your fucking hair when you are blonde, i swear! it’s ridiculous. making it straight and keeping it not-big, as in, frizzy crackly dry is ruining my life and i have to think about it a lot and then when i see other blondes with their nice hair ends and then look at my hair ends i feel like a big lazy hippie and i want to hide in a library forever and make myself a pair of spectacles out of multi-coloured pipe cleaners and then i am looking at all the pictures of me with long black hair and it makes me hate myself, just a little bit. and i am still not use to walking around with this obnoxious hair, i want to hide it with hats and stupid ponytails and then when i go to all the trouble of making it nice and sleek and straight and i go out and take off my hat and NOBODY CARES OR SAYS ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT IT I WANT TO KICK OUT A WINDOW AND SMASH THINGS BECAUSE HELLO MY HAIR IS A WHOLE OTHER COLOUR NOW AND IT WAS EXPENSIVE SO FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE IT AND KISS IT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway.
blonde hair = my new enemy = it’s too late to turn back now = something new to complain about = awesome
