Hey Raymi

It’s been a while since I’ve written to you, and last night Nate and I (Nate
as in emo-Nate of fourtyblocks who is on his first trip ever
outside of the US) got drunk were calling random bloggers around Canada and
we wished we could’ve called you but neither of us had your number so we
decided emailing you in the morning would be the next best thing.

I don’t have the internet which blows and is why my blog sucks balls right
now, and I was also wondering how you’ve been? Nate says you’ve been
painting and that they’re really good so I guess that’s cool. I want to
check out your blog but stupid internet filters won’t let me at your site
because it says it’s pornography.

I thought that was kind of funny. The only blog I can actually manage to get
to is ciavarro‘s which is also funny because his should probably be filtered
above all of ours.

Anyways, miss you. Hope you’re doing well. Write back sometime soon because
Nate’s only here until Monday morning.

He says, “We just want to get drunk and talk to Raymi!”

Ciao Bella,

- Kira

P.S: He looks older in real life than his pictures.

i have a garbillion photos to shuffle thru from what is gayest to least gay and i have a massive headache and my body hurts from 8 hours of solid sun and drinking yesterday with fil and pitt.

ok so the first wedding we are going to is very important because it’s the wedding of that chick who called me a try-hard the first day we met and she is marrying one of fil’s childhood chums and he is in the wedding party and i don’t even get to sit with him anyway she calls me a try-hard basically the first day we met and when i asked if i was invited to the stag she said ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE STRIPPER in front of fil’s friend’s parents and grandparents during the 5 course meal that SHE was preparing for us all now i’m not an expert in the WHO IS A REAL TRY-HARD department oh wait YES I AM.

anyway YOU FUCK WITH ME AND I WILL SHOW UP TO YOUR OUTDOOR WEDDING IN A DRESS THAT LOOKS ALMOST WHITE AND JET BLACK HAIR AND THE HIGHEST FUCKING HEELS IN THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTIME YOU OR ANYONE ELSE LOOKS AT ME FLUFFY PINK HAPPINESS CLOUDS PART THE BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKIES AND ALL THE LITTLE ANIMALS OF THE FOREST REST ON MY SHOULDERS AND SNOW WHITE AND CINDERELLA TAKE ME AWAY IN A CARE BEAR CAR ETC AND SO ON AND YOU WILL CRY YOUR HEAD OFF.

congratulations.

wow i guess i just can’t let this go.

it’s not even that i can’t let her comments go, this chick just straight-up SUCKS, we saw her about a month ago and yep STILL SUCKS. she tried to make convo with me and i gave her cold shoulder all weekend long because THAT’S WHAT AWESOME PEOPLE DO.

so to celebrate my new hair i of course had to dress like the biggest whorejob ever last nite – push up leopard print bra sticking out of that dress i’m wearing and brown checkered knee socks and wedges and black hair and a lot of makeup and then i sang karaoke and did stripper moves on the mic stand whilst singing take me out.

i will NOt be going back to that pub for another three months AT LEAST.

Patrick:

i thought your post was real
so you can hack on me now instead of later

me:

which one
my poem?
havent checked comments yet

Patrick:

no the dead uncle one
i wrote you an email saying if you needed to cancel we could

me:

oh my god u got dead uncle out of that??
nice interpretting

Patrick:

dead uncle
grandpa
whatevera

me:

oh my god
i mean

Patrick:

shaddup

me:

u interpretted death

Patrick:

look

me:

u are SO EMO

Patrick:

at 1st i thought it was a joke

me:

SO EMO

Patrick:

and then i noticed

me: EMO

Patrick:

there were no comments

me:

are u crying right now too

Patrick:

so maybe it was the real thing and you were at a funeral
fuck off

me:

thats cos they hadnt been moderated
are u mad

Patrick:

no

me:

ok
EMO

Patrick:

how does that make me emo

me:

i dunno
just does

Patrick:

all i wrote was if you can’t make it to the game i understand
the **** isnt all that matters

me:

only emo people understand

Patrick:

so how is that emo
fuck you

me:

HHSHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Patrick:

SHADDUP!!
i’m writing a poem

me:

HAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

about crying?