yay lookit me and my stupid hair. wheeeee.

i dyed my hair black. so it looks like this again. yippee skippee.

i was so bored last nite i did my niece’s beauty and the beast puzzle.

miu mu raymi says:

how do u spell neice

miu mu raymi says:

or is it niece

Laura says:

neice

Laura says:

i think

miu mu raymi says:

isnt it i before e

miu mu raymi says:

or some shit

miu mu raymi says:

i think its niece

Laura says:

except before c

miu mu raymi says:

except after c

Laura says:

i b4 e except before c and in words neighbor and weigh

miu mu raymi says:

not before

Laura says:

there are no words with ei after c

miu mu raymi says:

yeh there are

miu mu raymi says:

perceive

Laura says:

what?

Laura says:

oh

Laura says:

oh yeah

Laura says:

crap

Laura says:

i dont know

Laura says:

look it up in an online dictionary

miu mu raymi says:

meh i dont have time for that im spelling it niece

miu mu raymi says:

it looks right

between 9-5 mon-fri.

wetst coast nigger say it to my face like that jdh fag she use to date u never knew the truth . com this whatev, this secrest slum in the $$$ part of town, yeh, nuff said.

love yer #1 fan. gay-me?

x

istoleyourshit.com

ps dont dis yer younger sisters kuz u wanna eff them and u knew they wanted to all along. ftbfrieb=nds4life

ffffagf. the real spy wise guise

mania wins over drugs.

i dont have time for you anymore

do a member search for the girl who never cared to extra mania her life. take advantage now. her peronnel cell? fucking earn the canadian cheaper? sghit first.

it is a john cleese thing

u should call and leave 24/7 messages.

for that?

too much info already.

why does shanes shit always bounce back?

ill ask eddy. ill headhunt the nicest closest to ‘sauga 905lander dude. i hasve too many roots.

real raymi.

fullstop

read what i sent to suroosh before or after

u call me

b-bigger dick

bigger ego

blogs won

vice inspired it

dont stealmyshiteveragainbeforeicaretodealwithyermistakes

dot

com

laughing yet?

its a jnash thing

google john nash

thje real one

thats who i am smarter than

self tought fags

niggers

say it fag to me

hmmm

email me to raymiraymi@yahoo.ca

then u get my west coast office hours.

fullstop n o w

i got all the proboner u never asked for

i asked the wrtong brain

x

o

Dear Douglas Coupland

Hi it’s me. been awhile huh? do you know that you made me go crazy in Los Angeles? it’s true. you and bill gates did it. oh and ten trillion bong hits and zero hours’ sleep. i made the whole neighborhood hate me by dancing around in the street in my pajamas singing justin timberlake songs. my hair was crazzy too all the time and when i got back to canada my hairdresser was mega-pissed to see this big-ass rat’s nest thing she had to cut it the fuck out.

one nite i thought it would be a good idea to hop the fence of this one house and root thru all the shit in the backyard and then i went to the car and pulled off the cover and sat in the driver’s seat and then this army dude comes out and decks me to the ground then the fuzz came by to say hello. that was great. im all like yah im french canadian and that’s when they took me for a ride to 420 for a 5 hour hang-out session in a cell. they even took a polaroid of me. i wish i coulda kept it. i looked awesome. oh then me and anti went to go see tony and put my cigarettes out in his pizza dip and give the middle finger to the scientologists across the street.

i talked super-fast too, and quite frequently. no one knew what the fuck i was saying. i’d ask all these dumb questions and then cut people off before they could answer. i even talked in rhyme and riddle. it was so gay. but i couldn’t help it, you see. i was totally concussed to fuckin’ mania. i’d walk into a room and let my bag explode open and throw my shit all over the place and change outfits every five minutes. i spent all my money on useless crap too. i look at that shit now and think why the hell did i buy that for? i went thru at least fifteen pairs of cheap sunglasses and every single magazine ever printed. i even got surf booties and i don’t even surf. i wore them in the shower and sometimes out like regular shoes because i was so damn hip. for some reason i liked to spend most of my time in the car. when it was parked. just listening to music, chainsmoking my face off and applying sparkly nailpolish everywhere.

so eventually we went back to canadurr and hit the bottle immediately. luckily kristi my cousin and neighbor had weed connex all over town and hooked us up asap upon arrival. and then that was all we ever did. order pizza everyday smoke smoke smoke and drink soda and still no sleep for me.