guess what world there is free shipping over at cafepress and it ends december 6th so when you order my book just mark it as a gift and you won’t have to pay shipping. i just realised this now though, sorry everyone else.
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three seconds into practise i spilled red wine all over my white hoodie and it got in my hair, all over my face and in my RIGHT EYE ON MY EYEBALL WTF!?! it fucking hurt dude!
that is all.
oh ps somehow i got more in my left eye just now.
Dear Raymi,
When I first went to your blog I wanted to play you in a movie. I wanted to wear ties with saints on them and dye my hair black and be in a band and drink gin and be all witty and tempestuous like you are. I don’t think I could ever actually do it though because I always end up screwing up characters and they end up completely like me, and I don’t drink gin and take naked pictures of myself and I’m just not witty so it just wouldn’t work.
So maybe you should do a movie one day, I mean, I’m not saying that you should, I’m just saying I could see it being really good. I can imagine it being all indie and sort of pretentious. But pretty, with lots of shots of dandelions swaying in fast forward and broken grocery carts in ditches and kids laughing and maybe there would be something sad like a dead rabbit on the side of the road and an ‘OPEN’ sign with the E burnt out. At least that’s what I see in you.
I don’t know.
-Kris
so i’m gonna be a slutty ms. claus this friday at the mod club. wheee. come and see me and all these other people:
The Andy Kim Christmas Show
w/ Ron Sexsmith, Shaye, Andy Stochansky, Danny Michel, Esthero, Haydain Neale of Jacksoul, The Hidden Cameras and Jully Black
December 2nd, 2005 at Mod Club in Toronto.
4-10pm
ps. dude from the santa claus parade will be the santa at this event. sweet.
SANTA!!!!! I KNOW HIM!
Oh Rodger Dodger, what have you said this time… says:
how are you these days?
raymi says:
fat
dear raymi,
i bought marketable depression today because i’ve been enjoying your
blog for over a year now and that comes out to about two bucks a
month. this makes me feel like a cheap bastard.
even more so, i cant imagine being able to write about all of the
nonsense in my life and then being able to share that with others.
this takes courage and my little purchase celebrates that.
ok so i bumped the price down to $18.25 for all of your holiday shopping whatever. hey why don’t you like totally do a nice thing and buy my book already? there’s a good possibility that you are shit-talked in it and it’s like only a book about my real life and all the bad things that have ever happened to me, it only like, brought me to my knees writing it, what with dealing with the demons and pain of my past and everything, like FUCK!
ps you are not allowed to email me and give me a song and dance about poverty and credit cards.
