hurray. figured out how to get my archives up again, so u click on that little link thing and it brings u to a separate page, all nice ‘n fancy then u get to choose which archived month u would like to read from.

this is how cool i looked with my short little dyke haircut. i am so cool i am like all orangey red and glowing and shit. hehehh.

i’ve been playing a lot of Candy Land lately and i almost always lose. it is driving me insane. i cannot defeat and conquer this fucking measly little board game made for 4-8 year olds. ARRR. i think i’m cursed, that’s gotta be it. for sure. u see the thing is with this game, there is no dice, it’s these dumb little color cards u flip over and then u advance on to the next color square. it is not at all complicated. In fact, a blind, deaf, dumb lunatic could figure it out and THAT is why i am so fuckin’ pissed off everytime i play the effin’ game because i never win! Not even when i cheat. the only way i can justify losing over and over again is me being cursed or jinxed or hexxed, one of those weird spooky bad luck things. damn you candy land damn you to hell!

one more thing, go to emergeworld.com ‘cos i am like their “it girl” writer, scroll down a bit and you’ll see a picture of my face, click it and all these dumb pictures will come up and old article things you might not have seen before. it’s kinda dated but whatever. look anyway.

so this is me in pagoda-head fashion. some fucks say i look like that colleen whore from the first survivor

sure

it’s been pointed out that i make a special face for when i try on hats. like i purse my lips and tilt my head in this gay little fashion. that’s my “i’m putting on a hat” face. or when i am dancing i make this, “i am dancing” face where i scrunch up my nose and squint my eyes. it’s suppose to be sexy. hmmm.

i took a spill yesterday. i was running toward the car unawares of this huge curb-like thing on the passenger side so i end up running into it full-force, creating this magnificent faceplant into the cement curb thing, dumping my bag under the car, bashing up my left knee, left elbow (which spurted blood) and left hand. and of course i cried like a four year old. everyone laughed at me. you’d be stupid not to. it had been awhile since a blunder like that. too bad you weren’t there.

a wanky site talkin’ about how wanky raymi is. pshhhhhaw. these guys suck, all they do is look around and feature other people’s shit. hi, lets make a website but not have any creative input whatsoever. yah yah, great idea. anyhow, the negative attention intended by this site actually backfired, my inbox is having orgasms. full of positive support and all that warm fuzzyness. thanks wanks. by the way, raymitheminx.blogspot.com will be looking fancier very soon. it’ll be minxraymi.com and’ll have a messageboard, community, more features, and more writers. so if you wanna be part of my motley crue, lemme know.

wanky suck my shit bitch website featuring raymi

old fucked up train from 1923, off some ole dirt road in NH. That’s me being pretentious in the aisle.

do you like this cottage?

yes

are u sure?

YES

well if u really like it perhaps you should snuff the fire out on the kitchen table and the flames flickering across the carpet toward the curtains.

OH fffffffffffuk!

fuckin’ eh.

from now on i’m trusting no one’s judgement over that of my own. i told ‘em to put the friggin’ candle out but do they listen to me? course not. at least it’s not my cottage.

i am not a very smart person before 1 in the afternoon. i cannot make decisions. period. so i go back to bed and sleep off some dumbness. i decided to paint my toenails buttwasted at 4 am. it looks like i dipped each toe in pink paint and let it dry. purrfect. all i seem to do these days is walk around picking my nose. i fuckin hate shopping. it involves making decisions. i walk in and the first thing i see, i buy. done. i ask the clerkperson ten questions before the first question is answered. i am a walking anxiety attack. plus i hate crowds. and now since it’s gettin’ to be christmas time there are people every fuckin’ where. this makes me want to stay inside forever.

and then we decided to get shitfaced at one of those bar type places. just my luck i sit beside this sad drunken german complaining about this, that and the other. he’s all, “you know raymi, i don’t wanna hear your somber story becuz my brother lost 100 per cent vision in his left eye…blah blahhhh blaahhhhhhhh….” so we kept buying him drink after drink until he couldn’t talk anymore. we left. and then i painted my toenails until i passed out.

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here’s a short video of me eating popcorn, getting angry at ward for deleting my pictures and then i get a papercut.