i don’t want to make you jealous but i just bought some whipped onion cream cheese and cheese/onion/everything bagels and well, the rest pretty much just writes istelf.
also on my way to the supermarket, i’m wearing this skirt over my tits like a shirt cos i’m going for the pregnant britney look oh wait it’s the same thing inthe above foto anyway this whiter than white trash kid and his dirty retard chick accomplice are chatting and as they pass me they go quiet and the kid as we pass goes NIPPON referring to my nipples and guess what? I DID NOTHING! I LET IT GO! ME! I KNOW! ME!
tho i severely considered putting my bag down, turning around and punching the ugly pubestache off his ugly fucking face BUT I DIDN’T anyway the girl laughed when he said it and if he can reach at least one person then that’s all that matters.
I made the trip to calgary for a shoot and the photographer didn’t call me back, so I’ve got a more attractive one lined up for sept. might be trouble..hah
So, I was feeling pretty musically inspired one day and in search of finding a used trumpet for sale I came across your cunt trumpet article. It’s funny because when I saw the name “raymi” I pictured you as the chick off queer tv.. hah or maybe it wasn’t that show. She was a lesbian brown girl off a toronto sex show or something. You probably know who I’m talking about.. haha anyway, then I saw your tits on your blog and I was surprised for some reason.
Anyway, I was like 18 or 19 and going through the what am I doing with my life stage. I was going to school for shit I didn’t want to do but I didn’t know any better because I was a nervous and confused stoner when I was in highschool and still then, well I stoped smoking weed. The truth is, I hadn’t met any girls who were expressive, or creative the way I was. I have always been the one who upstages everyone, whos friends call crazy and say stupid shit like “you’re unique”, and highschool kids loved me but even with my friends I felt like no one could match me, and that I was making myself more boring than I wanted to be. anyway, at that point in time drinking my face off, making out with the whole town, skipping class to sew and reading your blog helped put my head on straight. In some ways i’m not trying to feed you a success story, but at the same time, that’s really what it is. I’ve gotten my shit together, and reading your blog was just there on the side to remind me why I was doing it.
In you I recognized qualities that I saw in myself. your spazz tactics, an imagination that anilates everything in it’s path, And innovation. a fucking ingenious way of creating your own stardom. And you know some people hate you, but there are so many more that respect you for doing your own thing. Plus you’re a babe.hah.
I think people just want to identify with other people. I felt like I could do that with you, or the you that I know through your blog. I want to create something that people can identify with, and that’s where I came up with the label “vixengrity” Its an adjective for an attitude. It’s for women who are doing their own thing, but who come from a common ground, of being crazy, or eccentric, or just imaginative and a show stealer. The name is meant to represent women like you and like me, who are powerful and sassy and but so much more. The clothing fits the name.
who knows you might think my clothing is fucking hideous, but it would mean a lot to me if u would do a shoot with me because in my eyes you hold the name “vixengrity” so well.
I’m still pulling my shit together and i’m planning to take a trip to Europe in the fall before I charge into the whole starting you’re own business thing full throttle. So i’m talking a bit farther in the future..
The hassle I’ve been having from quitting that job just drove me to email you because I quit it so I could focus on developing vixengrity and I felt it was time to say thank you for being a part of my inspiration.
don’t forget there would be around the clock indoor pool parties with flotation devices and a drive-in movie screen on my front lawn and free admission and a wetbar everywhere you looked and cabanas to crash out in!
so cool in fact that after a babillion drinks saturday nite i said to fil that i shouldn’t have drawn him so hot-looking cos he was prolly talking a lot of smack, he did not like my comment so he took the drawing down and painted over “phil” and then we fought for the rest of the nite and i cried on the couch and then when i went to bed fell asleep straight away but fil tried to uh hug me and in the morning i woke up and was all I AM GIVING HIM THE SILENT TREATMENT so i puttered around for a little bit ignoring him then he said something like I TRIED TO “HUG” YOU LAST NITE REMEBMER? and i was like YOU DID!? FUCK IF YOU HAD TOLD ME THAT I WOULD HAVE LET UP ON THE SILENT TREATMENT TWO HOURS AGO DUDE!
ok this is the dress that has changed my life and provided i don’t spill grape juice on it or get thrown into a thistle bush, i will be wearing it to THREE weddings.
