Maybe you shouldn’t reshedule. It doesn’t look good on your part. Try and keep that appointment. I can’t call them for you, you have to take responsibility yourself.
RAYMI -
jesus christ i told you i CANT call until you give me that 6 digit number.
time is running out!!! i need to reschedule, mom.
otherwise i am not going period!
give me that fucking number on the fridge now
i am going to be in massachusettes AND then new york
so i obviously won’t be able to make it.
don’t bother calling them.
just give me the 6 digit number i wrote down on the fridge. you are driving me insane. how can i calm down when you dont listen/understand a fucking word i say?
RAYMI’S MUM -
This was the number from the fridge.
take a deep breath, you sound stressed out,
why are you going to NY?
RAYMI -
Stressed out? hah. fucking hell, do u erase my emails? i have probably told it to you a million times.
RAYMI’S MUM -
Sometimes you are eerily disrespectful, why would I be saving your emails? watch your anger and your mouth, show respect,respect yourself, are you working out? This would help with your snappy answers, and make you calmer, give your head a shake and lay off the booze, send this to your fanbase
RAYMI -
eerily disrespectful? why do u make up all these weird sayings?
grrlfreak is right, you should go here and like, nominate my blog or something. all you fuckers who hate me can vote my blog into a sucky category. so just do it.
ok pictures are a litle effed-up again. ah well. karaoke nite was last nite – the most important nite of the week. they let raymi sing 5 songs. i rocked the joint. i teamed-up with this drunken hippie lady to sing Hey Jude and she screamed the JuDeeee Judeeee Judeeeeeee part really loud. it was great. the karaoke lady and gentlemen asked me to be there every thursday. try and stop me from not coming back.
Quote from Raymi’s mom – what she thought about “Cunt Trumpet Music” the article Raymi wrote about Queefs.
“Raymi, I’m not sure this article is something to write home about, I didn’t even know there was such a term, I can’t even type it out…is this what you think about in your spare time? What about all those dance lessons I gave you, and swimming,skating,Brownies,guitar,journalism at Oxford in England…….oh well, anyway some advice for trumpet noises, just giggle, cough, or pretend that it didn’t happen or it may spoil the mood. Love mom oxox.”
this is what my mum thought about my drunkAsshole piece.
“I started to read your drunkass stuff but didn’t finish it because there was a computer error and I couldn’t get back in, I hope the stuff you wrote is just a joke, you wouldn’t really want to get drunk and make people feel bad about themselves, that would show insecurity on your part, it’s always good to be nice to people Raymi.”
by the way, the drunk asshole piece is on a fancier page now. look at it.
the television paralyzes me. if you were to walk in the room with your hair on fire and i was watching cribs on MTV i would get mad at you for distracting me – that or i wouldn’t even notice. television is very important to me. yesterday i learned about the bermuda triangle and about Las vegas showgirls and the true story about the cosby kids. televison makes me so happy. and lazy. and fat.
