i am the most dainty thing to ever happen to the internet. i’da gone for whimsical but that word is dead to me as everyone has decided to destroy it.

dear raymi

hi hi.
wednesday night i was at lee’s for a show and lucky me, afterwards was in a bathroom stall that you had written in! my friends waited 1000 hours for me as i drunkenly tried to find something to write with in my purse. i think i just ended up writing, ‘i love you’ hahahh. it was almost like seeing you. (my dream throughout the whole day/night i was in toronto). one day raymi, one day.
*love erin.

yeah i got nothing today my brain is fluff.

i drew this when i was in high school, gave it to fil when we were courting and he hung it up at his old job, said his retarded cousin drew it. ha.

brunch of champs. pre-perogies RULES. post-perogies does not. i feel like i am having a heart attack but why is my right arm sore? so yeah my right arm is having a heart attack.

i was the last one to wipe down this table. hint hint hint. fil hint.

a deal is a deal, fil’s actual artist cousin owes me a painting. that is a ketchup chip thumbprint in lieu of blood.

this new camera is kinda wonky a slew of dumb self-portrait pics have totally disappeared, from camera and computer. weird. they were of me in my shrooms outfit i was going to wear yesterday to be funny. feh. meh. leh. keh.

waiting for the rain to stop so we can go do some super fun errands. remember being a kid and how errands were the most BORING soul-sucking pieces of shit ever, being dragged around in the car on a saturday afternoon like a monkey and now being an adult in the city it’s like, somehow fun? man adults are teh ghey. this (rain) is what i get for completely wasting yesterday. the way i dickheadedly see it is whatever, more warmer days are comin’ this way why do i need to stroll the hood in jogging pants to experience some EXTREME 17 degrees wow SO BOILING hey lets hop on the patio train choo choo predictable toronto express i need to sit on a patio everyday until next winter everyone ready set GO. i guess i treat life the way los angelinos treat their weather, totally for granted. it’s my life and i can rain on it all i want. sorry the gung ho fairy was out takin’ a wizz when i was conceived, not my fault.

drive-thru lazy i wish everything was drive-thru. americans know what they’re doing.

dear raymi

what the fuck, cognition?

click this.

see you when you get signed. you can thank me in the liner notes.

*haha fil had to point out to me that you can type WITH the keyboard letters/buttons not just hover over each one with the mouse. SMRTSAUCE.

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here we go again. friday internet sucks and i just made it suck more, de rien.

OZZY soaks us.

sigh, drunk history

dear raymi who the fuck do you think you are?

yesterday was fully a stuff white people like day, sundays, walks, nature, torturing your children with all of the above.

le fart

that’s like punching out a librarian.

loblaws sent me a ten dollar gift card from the wood i found in my spinach. that’s it!? what about my tv spot and trip to bermuda? cheapskates.

unlike this totally eloquent post that should win a literary award

and hey look you gothy little shitbags, coffin pool!

both times it made me feel like feeding myself a burger, then burgers, then boogers, then booger from revenge of the nerds.

if i wanted to look like everybody else, i would look like everybody else.

britt’s bday dinner.

don’t worry, these chats are incredibly long winded and pointless.

oh hai it’s me at barely 21

here’s a few excerpts from an article what a journalism student did on your hero recently

so if you want to come hang or stare at me from a dark corner of the room while i’m at the bar being bitchy and irritable come out.

yeah t3 always makes you kinda queasy, t3 + barf milkshake = spewiest idea yet.

i feel destroyed right now anyway as yuje!

saegbweliguweoghewgldshl’

badonka much?

i get tired of having to find an inner sanctum within myself not to upset the herd, standing really still and looking like you aren’t enjoying yourself takes a grand effort.

fred perry shoot

how offensive is this? oh it’s ok cos it’s high-end?

glowering at you through the window from the back seat.

port dover, where the folk come to sit in their minivans and stare at seagulls and water and drink tim horton’s zzzzz.

surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!

the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.

i almost blew my head off from listening to fil and broszkowski discuss their fucking cameras all goddamn day/nite long, it is even boringer than listening to samir and fil discuss motorcycles, which makes my eyes glaze over like an opium pipe packed to the gills.

now i get what all you’ve been nagging about re: this exercising shit.

total office affair goin’ on here, she’s early 20’s, he’s a billion, and it’s 11 at nite, at a casey’s, come on people!

omgZlolZrofl!

white people vs. live music in toronto.

i look like a muppet.

some redonk.

fitness chat with alicia.

nachos sans nachos.

i saw avril lavigne last nite.

oh look it’s me at ANOTHER SHOW

one thing about exercising that’s fun, is coming up with more and more retarded outfits to sweat to.

on the couch right beside us and we had to act like it wasn’t at all awkward.

lesbians eat yogurt

earth hour

pure ray caesar <3 though my drunkaoke 25th birthday party.

prezzies from you lezzies.

matt finally took his canon away *sniff* but that’s ok i’m finally making use of the back-up miranda so generously gave me i think the megapixels are even higher than matt’s and that camera was a sweet ride. also this means there’ll be more raymi retard videos (sick dude!) cos the sound on this new guy is louder (i could never properly figure out the other camera, way too many bells and whistles that) and while i hate change eventually i’ll learn this camera inside and out and be rockin’ man i felt like such a geezer last nite FIL HELP ME FIGURE OUT THIS HERE TECHNOLOGICAL DEVICE PLEASE DEAR.

we watched changeling, it was stressful, disturbing and sad. there is one terrible actor kid near the end ugh drama class much? angelina’s performance was alright though i can’t help but feel like there was a little brad sprinkled onto some of her mannerisms and she was so basically just playing herself, not many hours spent developing the character but what do i know, i couldn’t act my way out of a wet paper bag.

deericious soup i made yesterday.

**REMINDER** tonite my dad’s band (Dr. Robert) is playing at the slye fox in burlington. they go on after the dinner rush, say 9/9.30 it should be a good time oh and no funny business either my bro and his thugged-out friends will also be there heheheh. maybe if they’re blasted enough i’ll get up and sing. who knows.

here is a flickr set of the shockingly still available paintings i have left for sale. email me at raymitheminx@gmail.com to have a chat about which guy you want. make an offer i can’t refuse.

my wall street yuppie friend is quite please with his new buddy.

nice view, GO AMERICA!

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christina ricci time. duh.

err uhm, i feel slightly creepy right now. just slightly. it’ll pass.

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i saw a girl wearing flats yesterday WITHOUT SOCKS OR ANYTHING and a normal looking winter outfit, jeans jacket backpack etc but like satin joe fresh flats with porcelain veiny shocking white skin sticking out way too much so and i could tell in her face she was like woah, this was a bad idea. she was pullin’ some sort of robot hustle. in summation, yesterday was not at all warm enough for sockless flats.

oh and guess who is never having vodka shirley temples ever again?

JAJAJAJJAJA

the intensity of these shots will make more sense another day. oh but if you were wanting to road test a v shirley make sure you have a good base that does not primarily consist of HOT salami. sugar hangover plus fire bathroom trips ahh man, cool story. yesterday’s hair did not rule. it slayed actually.

where my kurt painting ended up.

this nite was awesome!

of fun to make shit finding

WHITE PEOPLE LOVE DANCING

fil had the danforth pizza, it was meh. i asked what was on it, garbage collected from the streets of the danforth?

sunday internet sucks.

gill still has my flight attendant dress.

SURPRISE engagement party for samerin!

2007 marchives!!

RIP aladdin slippers, also i had to take a shortcut home to ditch those chicks so they wouldn’t know where i lived, heh wink.

that is the jugo juice story.

we partied to the clock radio, it was good.

Horse loves you when you move with him People hate you when you’re changing

time flies when you’re an idiot.

i’m such a lightweight sensitive drunk now these nerds dancing made me weep.

Tagged

free party is the best party.

chuck norris hangover

my troll collection, i think i should have spent more time collecting friends, or better clothes back then.

when i cracked that it sounded like a gunshot, it startled the entire room.

watch out jerry lee i got your number, oh wait are you dead already? ok i just checked wikipedia, you are living on a ranch with your family right now. we’re cool.

the indiesssssssssss

there is a special place in hell reserved for homophobes.

so over shows.

i know what you’re doing!

no one ever played 20 questions with me before, so i was like WHAT DAY OF THE WEEK ARE YOU, IF YOU WERE A COLOUR WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?

this update is brought to you by garbage.

book transcript. being published this summer fyi.

limited dance moves in this limited space dudes.

oh and don’t go through beer caps if you’re on a no beer diet, you will salivate like mental.

this weirds me out too don’t worry. wait til cid shows up though. man, that was a long winter.

old chicks are the rudest people ever, sorry for existing and reminding you of your old wrinkled faces.

fil said he is sad because i wanted to move date nite to friday, so i made him a painting.

and then i got really mad at this pencil

this goes against everything i believe in

when is cool too much? when you have five gold spray painted cassettes on your necklace? maybe?

girl friday

oh i made up a song last nite called DUBIOUS FIL and you sing it every time fil disagrees with you, which is every time you open your mouth.

and sigh to myself like the saddest poem you ever heard

i’ll have to make this a two-parter i got ‘tings to do now k bye.

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