the rest of the post is up if you already visitted, scroll down.
in case you forgot, i am a fucking movie star. LOOK!
i tried to dance and act really slutty last nite to get on the jumbotron, it didn’t happen. everyone in our section liked it though. these young dudes who kept fighting with us (jays fans too wtf) took off their shirts and i cupped my mouth turned around and screamed EW EW EW EW EW EW EW! at them to the timing of them swinging their shirts around in the air. i am mean. then later on this red sox kid came by me and was like you really fucked me over with that red sox thing and i went oops sorry! totally can’t remember what i said or did though (way too many things to choose from like hey to which burn are you referring, pal?) i think he just meant i want to have sex with you. fil was planning to pull my shirt down all nite long and i said ok near the end before we leave i will untie it and dance around and you can pull it down and it will be like it was spontaneous then we will run away but wait til everyone has their cellphone cameras out and ready first. didn’t happen, but on our way walking to the game he kept trying to do it. when i dance i cupped my boobs like a bimbo idiot and jumped around like kelly from married with children i am fun like that. oh and when we did the wave this guy held his baby up and i started laughing and pointing then he did it again total baby flirting with me!
pitt thinks he is in cocktail.
fil won a hat.
i am never ever eating anything deep fried ever again.
the hat trick funny how it rhymes with patrick.
sweat it out pitt, a glimpse into his possible future.
this dude kept taking pictures with his little flash on of the jumbotron DUDE the entire dome is a FLASH and so is the screen, unnecessary. fil wouldn’t let me tell him how wrong he is.
BABE ALERT!
radmad doesn’t like my nailpolish i said well look who has a boyfriend and who doesn’t! heh.
everytime pitt sat up to scream or whatever the fair blond kid beside him just stared in total silent awe like he was hypnotized it was really sweet. surprisingly, we did not get any warnings last nite.
i’m sorry but wells is TOTALLY eye-balling me in this picture.
i felt bad for looking really pretty so i let fil wear my glasses.
anita totally picked up the red sox chick behind us.
my dad told me to look up buffy st. marie ages ago cos he thinks i look like her, i finally did, what do you think?
hmm no wonder the native dudes who sell stuff on the corner get massive erections when i walk by. i bought a copper feather off one a month ago for fil’s mom and ever since they go quiet when i go by and one goes helloooooooo to me and i get all shy.
also, my mom and dad went to the same highschool in oakville, my mom was a new student and like the only one who had dark hair and everyone called her injun all the time. fucking oakville.
somewhat using the same voice i use when talking to small animals. haha “star wars’s” and i basically have no idea what the kid is talking about.
oh and for the rest of the nite and the following day everytime we passed each other he would say wemember the conversation we had? and i would say yeah i really enjoyed talking to you and he would say do you want to talk about star wars more later? we were talking for like 5 minutes before i even started filming that video.
it was rumoured last nite that beckham and tom cruise are an item so then i was thinking about perez hilton and gossip blogs and how celebrities when on talk shows are asked which websites they read and all they can say is perez hilton or some shit like tmz and it is embarrassing, anyway, i of course applied this to myself and what would i say if asked oooh which fucking gossip blog do i read i would say that’s like asking what i jerk off to, how is it even relevant and who cares really? why give more to that fucking blowhard who is famous solely for talking about famous people and for nothing more? he has (cleverly) based his entire persona upon the stupidest hollywood waste of space socialite ever, paris hilton, and thus never ever talks shit about her, everyone and anyone who is her enemy is his as well, he is the quintessential hag fag. his hatred for celebrities who “hate” being photographed by the paparazzi makes me furious, he states that they are hypocritical because it is the paparazzi who make them bigger stars than they are and get them more films, more buzz etc. to which i say bullshit, do not project your deluded ideals onto celebrities because it is your job to sit around in starbucks writing about people who are out there working, people that you have people out stalking for your inflated ego blog. you are so far-deep into your celebrity stalking blog/world you think that what you think is how celebrities think and that they are secretly thankful to be hounded and pictures posted with white photoshopped drizzle and dots and crappy disses all over them. how can you say that what you do has any bearing or makes any difference to their career, what you are doing is actually detrimental you fucking hack. there are celebs that are loads successful and get plenty of work without the aid of a gossip blog, sean penn for example, stays in the shadows.
you created your own reality and now you are buying into it, you built your little shit empire, it’s your perception, not everybody else’s, don’t make assumptions.
ungh in summation, perez hilton should lose some weight and quit with the i REALLY care about amy winehouse one day and then trash her ballet slippers and life the next and then post photos embracing her that’s so beyond tacky.
i don’t ever want to talk about this again i feel disgusting now.
anyone can make a celebrity gossip blog and hitch their enterprising moochy star to paris hilton’s, but, everyone else seems to have a little more class than that.
that being said, i would still totally party with paris hilton and blog about it, just for you guys.
+++
i have had this dreamy little sweater for four years now, got it for 2 dollars from some hippie garage sale in parkdale. it’s kind of like a belly top these days though.
uh oh someone got busted during sexy time.
samir as gino.
mine. mixed curry vegetable.
samir’s club.
as usual fil.
oh and guess what?
the one time i don’t order the grilled calamari, they give away TWO!
yes that is an emperor pin that noel gave me, yeah i don’t know anything about them either other than i made fun of them once on my blog and some metal geek completely lost his mind over it so if you buy this guy you would be holding a piece of blog history in your hands. i think they broke up. anyway, there will never ever be a shortage of material for heavy metal jokes.
his name is ruby and he is into gambling, sailing, and enjoys the musical stylings of john tesh.
if you are interested email me at raymitheminx@gmail.com don’t try and barter with me in my comments that’s tacky and embarrassing and shows that you are not serious at all but a 20 year old dickhead with no class, or money. also, if you want to special order one of my retarded creations and/or have suggestions/a request, or also want a painting done on commission, lemme know.
+++
every month or so, keith sends me an over-analytical, arrogant, novel-length email, criticisizing me or you guys or whatever, here is one he just sent, try not to let it make your eyes look in opposite directions. it’s not that i am unintelligent and lazy, i dunno, i feel like the dude is a bit unstable. i appreciate the effort and thought put into writing me this buuuut…. ungh. here is a blog post of his that is obviously about me.
dear raymi
brave? nudity
the last picture in your most recent post is actually a sweet picture, the movie poster all hazed up, the light glowing, the nipple, it worked out well.
aside from that
i was badgering you in earlier emails because i believed that seeking out attention was trite, and subsequently i believed that trite behaviors were to be avoided at all costs… which may be true, but now i see that as far as humanity, and general social existence, is concerned… seeking attention and getting it, in the way that you are, is merely an undeniable part of the social landscape. and my desire to see you use your literary talent in a way that transcends diarist blogging is just like hoping for any number of idealistic absurdities. i.e. communism or utopianism. because the sort of pursuit i envision with your talent might not be as advantageous for you as flexing within the model that has been proven to provide you with a version or a variant of what it is that you seek.
in essence, i am scum. and i have been looking for your attention all this time with these emails when i have been taking issue with the fact that you engage in the pursuit of attention and instant gratification. try not to forget that i know i am scum in all this. i dislike the fact that people idolize so quickly, however this is, again, a natural part of the social landscape considering that you play the role of…. say… a star athlete to a sports fan, to the people that enjoy reading quick-witted pop-culture critiques and quasi hipster-life stories. idolatry is just a brute social fact.
there are some problems with the issues i have taken up, i couldn’t possibly know the extent of your goal set, and i have no way of proving that the things i am calling trite are ultimately negative. but despite the fact that i realize holes in my argument and despite the ridiculousness of my choice to email these almost-diatribes… i think that there is something completely fucked about the dynamics of the cultural world that allow for your blog to be considered good entertainment. it certainly takes talent to do what you do, but talent doesn’t always translate in to a quality product. In comparison to all the diarist blogs that i have seen yours is by far the most engaging, but the nature of the thing is that you are providing details from your life to satiate the entertainment appetites of other internet lurkers. There are no achievements that come from reading your blog, it is more of a giddy laugh because of the way that you turn a phrase or the way that you view a given situation, but without fail those things provide people with a norm base that puts them no better off in relation to moral issues or general conduct issues, the normative framework your blog provides is based off of your version of cool… and that sort of thing can fuck with the reader’s head without them knowing it, and they are getting fucked with without reaping any benefit, of course that happens when they watch advertisements and MTV, but i am grouping you with those other things as a negative… in other words when they read your blog they are just numbing up for a while… like reading the davinci code or something along those lines.
if you assume the stance that you usually do upon receiving my emails you will respond with a sentence or less, which is probably warranted considering the difference in our respective styles, but i would like to hear what it is that you think about the idol loving and the normative structure you provide others (it really seems like a comfort-food variant to me) because you get to experience it from a completely different angle… i know you are smart enough to see the over-arching trends. i have jumped to my conclusions already and that is why i seek the opinions of others, to get me to see where the value lies… to provide me with some detail from a perspective that i have no access to. i am not looking to post anything anywhere. this is simple curiosity and moderate attention-seeking.
ok so not from the exact same nite but here is when i stupidly went blond, some days i liked it, most days i didn’t. i am really into memory lane right now for some reason.
clenching my winter ass.
napoleon dynamite dance.
that’s me using dial-up + aol to email some files at my brother’s work it was so boring and slow. good thing i could watch price is right and shoot off fire extinguishers ‘cos they had slow leaks.
ok it’s tiny but the one below is from the nite everyone was complimenting my greasy crimped bedhead garbage hair.
and this one is the day i fucked up my black hair (moments prior) and dyed it myself then had to fix it profesionally the next day sigh.
moron.
oh i transcribed this post out of generation x, enjoy.
hmm looking at that is kind of where i am at right now, the beauty before the storm.
