Hi Raymi

I hope you’re well. I am writing to you because my government worksite has finally decided to block you from being loaded onto my computer. They say it’s porn. What rubbish! I’m addicted to reading your blog, and I heard that your blog has been copied onto another site that is not blocked. If you know of this site’s url, could you please reply to this email with it. And do it quick, because I’m getting withdrawl symptoms.
By the way, are you still single?

Single yes. Other site ive never heard of, where did u hear that?

Raymi

A workmate of mine assured me that there was another website that relayed your blogs. He showed it to me, but like an idiot I forgot to bookmark it. It wasn’t blocked late last year, but it may be by now.
Unfortunately, due to some unfortunate personal circumstances, I don’t have access to a computer outside work, so I guess I’ll just have to bite the bullet and get access to one outside work. Yours is the only blog I read, so it doesn’t take too long to read it. I hope you’re going OK, because I feel I’ve really got to know you through your blog. It’s great to know that there are still ladies like you who are single.

How very flattering. Good luck finding it again. Im going to blog your emails. -raymbo

do you guys know what this guy is talking about? interesting.

i missed my family. was kinda blue on the train ride back. didn’t get to spend as much time with all of them as much as i’d liked to of, next week or something i’ll go out again. commuting wipes you the hell out especially when you schedule something between two other somethings. just bailed on dance rehearsal cos i think i’ll have a wig out if i push myself any fucking further today.

i’ve been trying to figure out what to put inside this locket for the longest time. joked yeah probably a photo of myself, why fuck around here right?

then i got a way better idea. hail mary full of grace the lord is with thee. kinda weird i know every single catholic prayer. hello useless!

you know when you have so many things to share, stories to tell, it all just cancels itself out on you. don’t even know where to begin or if i should even bother? i feel like a total whiner right now. gross.

so unbelievably frazzled right now. so tired. so half awake. running on empty. haven’t stopped in weeks it feels. i need a time out.

ha ha so emo. turned away a lush last nite. some asshole lifted chelsea’s ipod. disgusting.

nothin’ like a new suit to turn it all around though. hip scrape bonus.

you should see the reject photos. or not. i have no bathingsuit pose game. that bag of chips on my side dresser are pretty undelicious. if i don’t plow through something in 30 seconds without breathing, you know it’s a flop. india’s magic masala flavour, from my new favourite bodega thanks to rob.

can it just be summer now please?

here is a shitty picture of my ass and uv vodka plug.

this was just an in-betweener post. i’ll dazzle you in a bit. things get going a little slower ’round these parts when your brain is functioning at the speed of a skittle.

i fucked up and didn’t link to the evelyn room correctly down there so go pay them a visit thanks bye!

interesting times my (pseudo)(non)(sort of) friends.

seventeen degrees in a november forest from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

directed by Britt De Lara and music by The Evelyn Room starring this dickhead. shot by James Hellyer.

remember this day?

haha i like that someone came here by googling “i am stoned”. brother, you are in the right place. watch dem girl go. walked my ass across the entire city home my feet are sore but i loved every bit of it. could it have been a more gorgeous day? of course. totally cured me of all late evening debauch guilted feelings. yesterday was so bloody expensive. dance rehearsal was great, learned the can can, then hit ronnies. then dakota. then then. bumped into trish, hadn’t seen her in ages. we go back to elementary, though she only remembers me from high school cos i was a little wiener. she ran around with my brother. speaking of i have to hoof it to b-town to see those peoples of mine. the family. my brother is totally pissed i got him expensive shoes now he feels obligated to match the gift. whatever man you’re my brother and i love you, relax. about time to wear some cool shoes now anyway.

emma (chesty larue) the amazing harlettes choreographer extraordinaire.

before i cleaned up my act last nite.

i know, hey? my nana would DIE in here.

phillip on the right has a fucking steel rod in his leg, was hobbling around with a crutch. kinda gangster. would have absolutely none of my bullshit regarding my fucked knee, which was pretty hard to dance on yesterday, sigh, but i did it anyway. he and his gf were looking over the old bloggo and he kept saying how much they dug on my thrashed tights. i want to meet this chick.

pre-emptive drooling over the f21 gift card about to hit my back pocket. maybe will hit the one in mapleview mall tomorrow before coming back to city to avoid yonge/dundas square insanity. so much more space in the burbs. ahhh. can’t wait for lady gaga cat calls. happens way too much.

front sun porch.

i look to be missing way too many body parts here.

how no sleep does this look? visined the shit out of my peepers and that caffeine under eye roller thinger.

i look like an irritating teenager and i live like one.

i’d tell you to tell me to break a leg but i fear that that might actually happen.

i’ll be seein’ yas!

where did you sleep last night from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

http://vimeo.com/10829363

getting ready for work. heartbroken and high. skinnier today than in this video, should hit the head before walkin’ around in a bra, filming self.

have a callback monday for tylenol commercial, they dug me. down to me and two other chicks i believe. it was all dudes mostly when i rolled up and i was the only girl/person with a longboard so they musta been oh hey know look at this. showed them what style was all about wearing pretty much the opposite look of what they thought they were after. one of the players said i’m edgier in real life and the photo we’re using (in my acting portfolio? what’s that shit called?) nowhere matches how wicked i am in real life. pre-bangs, totally different person. knee is still super sore, a little worried. have dance rehearsal tomorrow too. i’m hobbling up and down stairs at work and dancing all over it like the smart person that i am. fucked with my bangs kinda worried commercial people won’t be feeling it. gonna go to bed super early tomorrow night and wake up looking 24.

happy birthday shawny!

Hi Raymi,

cheers
matthew

i read this a week ago in a cab to the sound academy chugging back jamesons mixed in de-stress tea (from tattoo nerves) and now i shall attempt to answer the questions baked. last nite got sloppy. i fell asleep in all my clothes though so, i was good. BRB studs.