my friend ward is awesome. one time he stuck a circuit tester i got from the hardware store into the cigarette lighter of his car because he is ADD and i was ignoring him by using his cellfone running up his fone bill and so he got a fantastic idea and it was to touch every area of the interior of the car that was metal to see if there was a current running through it and so once he got to the cigarette lighter it went NREEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOWW and all these sparks flew out at us and the radio and the whole fucking car shut down ‘cos ward blew a trillion fuses but it was ok because we were going to the hardware store anyway ‘cos i had to work so ward hung around the parking lot taking apart his car and once he figured out which fuses to get he went in and my boss and i were laughing at him the entire time because of course i had prepared my boss for ward’s purchasing requirements and why they were required.

ward just told me he is special.

ward quote of the day, “ADD is FUN!”

and now he is laughing like a fucking donkey.

i wanted to be a vj and i was younger and less secure with myself and i wasn’t marketable at the time of my audition, read on for the robot email they sent me two years ago.

>

>Thanks for coming to the audition, submitting your

>demo tape and considering MuchMusic as a place you

>would want to work. We had a look at your application,

>audition and tape, and while we appreciate your work,

>it’s not in the Much style we are looking for at the

>moment. If you wish to send in a new tape in a couple

>of months please feel free to do so. We wish you the

>best of luck in your future ventures.

they forgot to say ps. george strombooolupagus wants to eat me out. oh well.

Geek Chic.  Offbeat and with a thumbful of calluses, this hipster/trekkie hybrid spends most of his time catching Simpsons reruns and sucking down raspberry Jell-O.  However, he's still hip

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Simpsons reruns and sucking down raspberry
Jell-O. However, you’re still a hipster,
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probably dig the Velvet Underground’s “Who
Loves the Sun?”

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-girl in pic with raymi is not the author of the following letter.

To LW aka raymitheminx

Dear. abused Friend

I am truly sorry you were a sweatheart and still miss you, but it is much easier to be alone. I wouldn’t like anything more than to be able to wright you every once in a while. I was being “selfish” I know but I’m natural any asshole to those I care about.

On a lighter note I hope that you have started to relax and not worry so much, it’ll be the death of you and show on your face.

lauren I would still love to be your friend because true blue buddies are hard to come by. There is just something about you I love.\ Sorry I just wrote that not even thinking, but there is definently something I really like about. I definently will understand if my being so crass on the phone will lead you to spit in my face, or if you tell me to fuck off, or have someone beat me up, but I must say this.

I have done a lot of thinking and a lot of things since I last saw you. I worked I few nights down in the T.O. got a new job changed houses twice, and went up north with my older friends and they helped me find a balance to it all. It’s been a personal growing peirod that made me see that it is not healthy to sacrifice things that make me happy for my futurie and visa versa.

(Back)->

all I know is I hadto write this to you because I felt like shit but all in all I am just glad I knew all the face’s of lauren.

PS. I would love to see you for a coffe or even talk to you on the phone to see how you are.

If you want to leave me a message you can at *** *** **** but please don’t leave a shity measage with my grandma

Thanx

sorry

sorry





Hi, hello there.

My name is Raymi, i am 21 years old and i am a woman, and i have been a product of consumer victimization of the all mighty MegaTouch for seven years now which is great for you, great for me even, because MegaTouch sharpens my senses whilst getting soused in pubs all over the place, specifically in Canada, however, it is not so great for me because it is MY dollar in YOUR pocket(s) and yes, i know it’s a capitalist world we live in, and how great that is, and so on…

anyway, i am writing you now on behalf of the patrons of PrimeTime and myself.

What is PrimeTime?

Well, PrimeTime is a sports bar what used to be known as the Bearded Collie way back when things in this town were less “let’s get modern because that’s how we will make the monies off the rich kids” etc. and this town is Oakville, well actually it’s a city but still, it’s pretty much a town. It’s the richest town in all of North America, basically, and 87 per cent of the population is European.

The town of disposable income, pretty much.

However, not everyone in this town has their shit together enough to work hard and play hard, you know what i mean? Not everyone can afford to MegaTouch their heart and soul while they cry into a pint during cheap wings nite, popping coin after coin after coin into the slot.

And now that the lucrative geniuses you are have upped the prices, we will be forced to MegaTouch not at all because the MegaTouch machine in PrimeTime, essentially the only entertainment in the town of Oakville, is 2 dollars for 2 credits, ahem, where exactly is the fairness in that?

Did you actually think this would work?

We’re pretty angry, you know, we’ve pumped so much money into that thing, mastered all the games, convinced ourselves it wasn’t that bad we were wasting our money because for a dollar one would receive three credits of play and for a twoonie (2 dollar canadian coin) you got six, tho’ in other establishments you get seven credits, what a bargain, don’t you agree?

Anyhow Mr. Ballouz, i don’t intend for the tone of this email to piss you off, i only hope to persuade you to give us more credits for a twoonie, four would be sufficient, two is just plain insulting.

Here we are playing this game 365 days of the year, makin’ ya’ll think oooh it is SO popular, we’ll put some new flashy games, give ‘em less credits for their $$$ and WE will be RICH.

Honestly though, MegaTouch was just fine the way it was without having to add some hokey TVguide crossword game to it.

How would you react if you were in my position?

I know, you would simply NOT PLAY MEGATOUCH because you wouldn’t be able to afford it, tho’ you’re addicted so you will play it anyway, right? Just like hiking cigarette prices? Fantastic.

We’ll play it anyway, you think? You hope?

Time will only tell.

Anyhow, yes I have considered that it is possible that you have absolutely nothing to do with any of this sort of thing, though you do have the fancy VP title of sorts and really, a response from you and yours, i know will not grace my inbox, this simply was/is a writing excercise for me and my fanbase and this whole email will be on my website, so, yeh, thanks for your time.

i am still your friend.

xo

raymitheminx.com

ps. good luck with the whole marketing strategy thing and the like.

we watched taking lives and i remember you said that she was me in that film and so i see now that you were right because her mannerisms and crazzy-ass intensity and long hair and swoop-bangs thing, yeh, definitely me, and she plays with her hands when she is thinking

i am happy it was filmed and took place in Quebec city and montreal

there aren’t enough hours in the day for me to count all the bruises on my legs from corners of futon and doorway frames

then we watched the butterfly effect and if i wasn’t so innebriated i would have cried

oh but i did cry but just not on the outside

i knew i would relate to that movie on too many levels

i told serah i am going to need botox injections in my forehead because i express all emotions with it even as i type this i am all smooshed and furrowed up in thayuh.

FOREHEAD WRINKLES!



After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…that you really are strong,

And you really do have worth.