i am still a little, um, messed up. go to Jamie for all the serious raymi adventure updates.

and now, you may see the whole show. enjoy. FUCKIN’KARAOKE

this is hardcore

Sometimes, you are so fucking cool it hurts and when people stare at you with their eyes you just know their retinas are on fire and then they point and think, my god, so cool! And the bandwagon is pulled right up at your house and you jump right innit and wave to only a select few as you go along. It’s like jesus has told you a special secret and he tells you that it is your time to take it to the streets and you are like, ohmygod, finally. And all those fancy clothes are made just for you, and only you are smart enough to figure out what goes with what and you know, these days, your extreme coolness is so much that say, you could wear flip flops and a burlap sack and damn nigga, you is the shit. Man, even old people know you’re supafly. you don’t even have to wash your face or comb your hair anymore ‘cos when you wake up and put on your party pants, it all comes together, full circle.

oh right, you may want to check out my l’il photo essay on NewYawkCity to see what cool is all about. lots of traffic will make the page unviewable for an hour’s time or something. i really need to switch this all over to my own domain. one day, one day for godsakes i will.

k bye.

Robot Something

this dude is a good read and he is tantalized by the raymi.

i have to go have sex with 3 girls now. k bye.

Benny said his sister’s brother took him out once to get a hooker. she was pretty and forty years old. after she finished her job she stole his wallet. he didn’t understand. when he was born there wasn’t enough oxygen to get to his brains and thus he is mentally retarded. he has extreme separation anxiety and when i don’t answer his emails he takes it personally. He is on disability and he doesn’t have any friends. He needs lots of attention, even if it comes from people on the internet.

Monday, July 12th, 1993. 5:27pm – in the car –

I just came back from the grocery store: me, mom, brother, and my dad. “Will the Ice cream melt?” I ask my mom. “Yes. It’s melting now.” she said.

5:43pm – at the kitchen table –

When my brother goes swimming, me, my mom and my dad are going to the store: Queen video, to get two movies: a three stooges movie and another movie. (I get to pick that.) not.

6:37pm – on the couch –

me, my mom and dad are going to walk to Queen video because my mom isn’t going swimming with my brother. Then we will walk back (we’ll get the movies first.) to watch them. bye.

7:30pm – on the couch still –

We came back from Queen video. The movies we got were: The Three Stooges and Thunderheart. I have never heard of Thunderheart before. But, I think I’ll like it. We’re watching The Three stooges first. (Of course.) I got a Babs Bunny candy holder. ps. My favorite stooge is Curly. My dad says he is the first one who died. And he really is brothers with Moe and Shemp. But not Larry.

8:50pm – in my mom’s bedroom, on the bed –

I don’t feel like watching Thunderheart. So I’m watching Weekend at Bernie’s part one. I saw it already, along time ago.

You have no idea how psyched i am to learn i make the cut when you search for Rich, snotty bitches and what they do to working class boys

In other news, Raymi has looted a local vintage clothing boutique and has acquired many a skirt,shoe,shirt ensemble. Still high and daydreaming about walking around in new outfits.

My jackass the movie review:

Um, opening sequence rocks. Mass explosions, punching each other in the face, rolling down the street in a shopping cart. Then, obviously ten-zillion stunt/skits involving shit, puke, blood, pain, golf carts, panda suits, drinking pee, tight-rope walking over a gator pit and other stuff. If you don’t fantasize about having sex with Johnny Knoxville (even if you are a dude and not gay) you are such an asexual loser. I think i need to get my agent to hook up a few pranks with these boys, however, i can’t really think of anything that won’t make me cry or crap my pants, which i’m not really into. well, the crying like a suckface, i can handle. maybe i could just do illegal things. or eat glass. meh. anyway, go see this movie.

Yah um, hi, please email these people/persons and tell them i am not a student. thanks. And, of course we are a perfect match, but only if he gives me twenty-million dollars and i blow him.

Paul Barman, nice dude, however, should change his career.
me thinks. he made the other dudes seem like jimi hendrix.

my best friends.

Ahh yes, tonite @ Tequila Lounge – Paul Barman, FVK and those whirlwind guys whom toured with the white stripes. i’m going but i’m not go go dancing. and i’m not drinking. much. And they’re all coming ’round to mine to have showers and wash their dirty montrealness away before the show.

and oh right, i went to high park yesterday extremely drunk and hung over about 1 in the afternoon to be in this supreme court of canada film thing and well, i’m still a bit burnt-out from booze and stuff so just read jeeff’s entry and you’ll know what i’m saying. or something. when i got home i had champagne ‘n juice and jalapeno poppers and vodka daquiri’s and vodka ‘n gatorade and then i burst into flames.

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