So the rap show last nite was, um, interesting. At one point the room was full and i was nervous and then the room emptied and i got more nervous and then i went to the front to say my three little lines and i almost barfed and then the track skipped two-thirds thru the song so i just stood there like a honkybitch, holding the mic and feeling very shy. Before even going up there I almost wussed-out twenty times. I sat nursing beers at the Dun rite Inn trying to figure out if i should do it or not and then i was told there would be no camera to document the evening so then it felt like a waste but, in the end, dave said, “you can’t wuss out” so then i was like, “fine.”
At least i didn’t get stabbed.
This place rules. Check out Ghetto Neel and Wafro and other dumb photo collages.
ooooh i see the mailman coming up the street. RRrrreeeeeeooooooW.
Who knew Kahlua ‘n milk about 11am gives you that funny little feeling in your stomache – the one you get after about four beers. Nice. Last nite Mod club was dead but i still danced around a bit and tried to hump people and i touched this girl’s butt and she smiled so i told her she was beautiful and i liked her outfit and she was a good dancer and then i felt sleazy so i walked away real fast. Went back to the gang’s place and tried to do old jazz routines and generally spazzed around the livingroom until my knees exploded. I can’t wait to take a cabride.
I’m sorry what? Hello? Yes it is all true. I am going to be doing dumb things tomorrow nite at the Hooch with Coolhandluke around eleven-thirty. i don’t even know where that place is THAT’S how fucking cool i am. I will just stand there in the background going, “aww yeh” and ” word muthafucka’ ” while he raps. RAP MUSIC!?!?! Woah, Woah, Slow down Coolio. i don’t even know if you should come. I am so having a nervous breakdown right now. Raymi freestyles? Who knew. I hope we are as good as Gospel Troops
It’s fuckin’ raining. I hate that. It ruins everything. My outfit, my hair, my plans, my life! However, it has helped me get it on with my favourite mode of transportation – the Taxi Cab. Man, that shit steals. Fuck you, people waiting for the bus. Fuck you, people walking with umbrellas. Fuck you bicycle! I love spending money on things i don’t really need to be spending money on. And i also love bribing people with 4 dollar meals from Kos to hang out with me. Like our favourite Asshole. Now what was I going to say? Oh right, I stood in the rain for ten minutes trying to make a new voicemail greeting because the asshole said i sounded like i was dying of a heroin overdose on it. So my signal kept failing and I kept getting rained-on and my message sounded all warbly so in the end it just says, “Leave a message.”
I am also dying my hair again. It’s true. My roots are outta control. I figure the bleach blond highlights will still come thru and look somewhat cool with this red brassy color.
Oh right, i was spotted three times last nite at the chicksonspeed/peaches show. Guess how important that made me feel?
This girl is in love with me so that means i am in love with her too but coolhandluke is in love with her more and is worried about me linking her because he wants her all to his fat stupid self. but whatever. we love sixteen year olds.
xo
so i’m going to this peaches and chicks on speed and other acts type show thing tonite except i’m going to be fashionably late and i am going to sit in the back on a stool drinking domestics and pretending to pay attention to what is going on up at the front and fuck i might even play space impact II on my cell phone and smoke cigarettes and make frequent bathroom breaks. Coolhandluke bought me a ticket because he owes me ten million favours.
I am so hungry right now i could eat a fig newton. Now that I am done taking dumb pictures I will get dressed and go out to eat greasy eggs and cheese with sour cream, YES, with sour cream. I stayed up til 6am reading my blog. I totally felt sorry for myself. Another thing i quite enjoy is Bccing myself when i email people and then i re-read my fantastic responses to people and think, man, that person is so lucky to get that email from me.
rules because he draws all those paintings I post of hot half-naked girls and he also likes Hello Kitty and likes to complain about stuff and he rode a bicycle in Amsterdam and he is also in love with me and tells me how cool i am all the time.
I hate these girls but i love them so much. I want an empire, dude – magazine, video games, clothing line, crappy tv shows and movies and books and gahhhhh!
I fucking love laundry, no, not doing it, not rushing home to do it or worrying about doing it and then delaying it for weeks and weeks, I love it when it hangs all around my room on hooks and nails and doorknobs after F I N A L L Y doing it. And i like smelling the armpits of shirts that no longer smell like stank and also the crotches of pants that still smell like mysteriousness. I am so psyched to wear this shirt i haven’t worn since August to the Glad-fucking-stone tonite. Yep. it’s true. Karaoke.
biznitch.
RAYMI’S MOM on Positive/constructive Expressions of your Anger
-aknowleding and validating your anger
-physical activity while visualizing your anger being released and expelled
-visualizing positives
-journalling letter rutal music, self soothe
-rest and recoup
-state directly “I” vs you statements
-invitation to talk
-relaxation and deep breathing
-reconginze that your anger is telling you something
-laughter
-crying
-talking to someone
-recongnizing the feelings under the anger
-hurt loss sadness non-acknowledgement
-resentment
-disappointment
-time out
Things I can do with my anger
-knitting/crafts
-drawing,painting,finger painting
-letter writing
-listening to music
-garden work
-snow shoveling
-being by water
-listening to relaxation tapes
-walking dog talking with pet
-pause
-be aware of what is happening in your body and what it needs
-counting to 10
-silent screaming
-running
-20 minute workout
-pottery, breadmaking
-hammering nails into boards
-throwing stones in the water or a fence
-racquetball tennis sports
-pounding a pillow
-screaming (not at someone)
-spraying silly string
-heavy duty cleaning/scrubbing
She left out: punching people in the face, chainsmoking, sucking on bottles of scotch, setting things on fire, screaming at small animals and children and kicking dogs. Meh. Honest mistake.
