hey raymi, i’m vaguely recalling memories of my younger years and you’r willingness to put a letter on your blog, feeling that you had given me a taste of something bigger, greater than ourselves. i think we all feel it, at one point or another, it just needs someone to confirm the idea. How hard you look for it is probably important too. it was strange, it gave me hope, tanks.
i stopped looking at your blog for like 6 or 9 years, i do a bit still. i pay attention more to my sister on facebook. i could use some blog writing lessons, i’m a html lazy fuck.
anyways, your like make ur own fucking hollywood, and i say fuck yeah! anyways… if you or phil are ever in connecticut, land of the cursed, y’alls got a place to crash. later gator. mp
we ate so much saturday nite then rode home to watch the who can eat the most meat episode of k vs. s and then i woke up at 4.30am and couldn’t stop picturing the puke and meat milkshake so i had to sleep on the couch and tried to read, now in the future when i feel nauseous i am going to picture that fucking episode. samir got sprayed with kenny’s puke during it. it is probably the most disgusting thing i have ever watched in my life aside from the puke scene in pet cemetery, that one is gross and scary at the same time, ultimate nightmare. oh great i feel sick now. a few months ago during one of my marathon nausea evenings spent on the bathroom floor (not even from being loaded) i was reading the bust article on beth ditto and i was feelin’ fine ’til i go to the word puked then i hurled my face off.
more cats are little retards evidence.
oh i held a little kid in my arms yesterday afternoon at a bday party and fil got SUPER JEALOUS on behalf of cid, he said in my ear that holding cid is way better.
little asianRaymi (hates being called that) took aunti raymi on a date to impress and spoil friday nite.
fil and pitt had regular seats, i told sass so she one-ups them just cos, they were a leetle beet miffed.
k see you later snicker snicker mwah.
it took us forever to figure out where they were sitting, everything is a giant blur after staring at the moving ants w/o blinking for several seconds.
FREE FREE FREE FREE SMELL THE FREE
retro uni’s
there were some other v nice people sharing the box, i am super shy for the first two hours until everyone is soused then i let the jokes roll.
OMG WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!? we had been staring into the wrong abyss til they called us a couple times to direct where to look.
see my burnt collagen lip
no prob
that guy bought a bottle of tequila, nuts right! i made the toast and then i was the champ, i regretted it a little afterward: to wives and girlfriends pause pause pause AND MAY THEY NEVER MEET.
our server was redonk. charming.
am i the only one who feels insecure at buffets or formal functions when food is present, i don’t feel like people are judging me for what i choose it’s the time it takes selecting what i want to eat that makes me feel under a microscope, which can be narrowed down to that stupid little salsa scoop shovel! am i supposed to dab a teeny bit on each chip or do i make a glob on my plate which is beyond impossible to then get onto your chip when you go sit down. so then i am standing there putting a tiny mountain on each individual chip and the entire universe is standing around waiting their turn watching my every move. this is why you do the whole chips and dip thing in the privacy of your own home shrouded in mystery and shame!
wha’gwan
so chio lor leh la eh ha wah eh
aw dinky.
he was so wasted.
ice cream time.
i don’t eat that shit.
bangs are beginning to drive me up the fucking wall.
rock paper scissors anyone?
hope y’all kept your tickets cos it’s free racist pizza for today only.
BYE GUISE I LEFT YOU MY CARD.
i tried to smuggle some tequila down to fil, elevator lady wasn’t havin’ any of it.
can you believe this chick doesn’t wear any underwear beneath these tiny skirts she wears ugh enough wear in this sentence?
playing with fire kid.
then we meet up with the dewds.
turns out highwaister‘s there i’m try’n to get’er on the voicebox.
orange you glad we are in love?
here she comes!
now, what was that thing about short shorts?
popeye march?
bye have a good one!
then we left fil/pitt to have a little late nite snack together, sass and i hightailed it home to meet up with our other little wiener friend steph. we stayed up til 4.30am and i was a total shitshow the next day for the garage sale, i almost had to bail. sass reminded me that the lemonade was my responsibility. oh that asian guilt! if you see anything you like in the pics email me and i’ll let you know if it’s still up for grabs.
i am addicted to just two blogs on the net – lame old Torontoist and hip happenin RtMinx. i saw a crazy gunfight on ossington eaaaaaarly sat. morning, like i was 10 feet from a blasting gun, only one on the street it was insane i made eye contact with the gunman. anyways, i submitted a thingy about it to torontoist and was just re-reading it, and it hit me, your writing, reading your blog so often, has probably had a big influence on my own style – because i admire your writing – i can see the influence, its tangible. i figured you might be interested in it, maybe not, but here is the thing . so now im thinking that probably the biggest influences on my style (not that my style is any good, or even exists) are fitzgerald, nabokov, bukowski, thompson, and now raymi. Raymi and the big boys. which is actually really interesting considering im a dude and know next to nothing about female literature of any kind. as always, good work.
R
p.s I’m banned from your comments, I don’t know why particularly, but I probably left an extremely offensive joke-comment when wasted or something. so yeah i am banned, but i still read you and i feel no animosity toward u or nething.
so it’s nothing to you that yer banned but i ban people only when they go too far and zing the fuck out of me for no reason i i get a lot of abuse i “inspire” a lot of people and these same people are no different from me yet i have this gay ass blog that all of toronto reads so im the retard out on display it’s almost not worth it im glad u werent shot i might blog your email i feel like shit right now xo
i didn’t mean its nothing to me that i’m banned; its significant, but what can i do. you def. don’t owe me anything. i would ask that you not blog my email, but its your call. i couldn’t have written anything hateful in your comments – even if i was drunk, i still like the blog and you, so it isn’t like i could have let anything slip – i think i said something prob. pretty offensive which could have been percieved as a mean zing in your direction, i do that sometimes, stupid. i probably shouldn’t have added that little p.s – but i probably shouldn’t have sent anything, did it on impulse. i just wanted to send some props. i’m not some internet weirdo. i hope i’m not some internet weirdo haha… sigh. R
i hollered to these dudes if they wanted some vodka lemonade, sure! they say. uh, are you guys cops? v funny i am funny this guy is funny.
when olga showed up she said I THOUGHT RAYMI WAS NAKED.
here, on the house lady.
then, an embarrassing exodus down to queen to collect more garage salers, buh, passing the drake patio everyone was a fucking statue (typical) then once we have gone on up the street a ways, they react. oh please toronto you are so predictable. dude in the black socks is olga’s old professor.
no, act like you are really in love!
so it got to the point where we pillage through each other’s clothes and do tradesies, we both did quite well. fil even got a grey peacoat.
oh hey samir.
now i finally have a proper leather jacket for riding with fil.
i have so many more pictures to put up, bye for now.
come see how much of a scumbag i look like right now please – i’ll be little edieing all over the place in about an hour. not even bathing today woooh!
32 Mackenzie Cres North of Queen, West of Dovercourt 8AM – 4PM
it’s kind of a whirly bird street to find but trust me you will be blown away by its whimsicalness, come on brunch crowd come have a drink and maybe i will barf in some shrubs, free of charge.
sass took me on a date to a private box for the jays/sox game last nite where we were treated to free food and booze all nite oh man and that’s where the hangover originates, t-e-q-u-i-l-a. but i have to get a move-on right now. oh and the burn mark on my lip from the butter chicken is now paired with a red wine stain, it looks so stupid!
hey fucksicles tomorrow shedoesthecity is havin’er a garage sale jam and i’m gonna be there throwin’ down some mad lemonade stand skills and maybe even russian them up for ya if you know what i meanzies?
32 Mackenzie Cres North of Queen, West of Dovercourt 8AM – 4PM
jen has some wicked junk to get rid of and i think i’m going to bring some garbage too, maybe i will even sign it for you yes? clothes that smell like my BO! some of my hair clippings! trinkets that mean so much to me sentimentally i price them at $50! maybe some embarrassing photographs of raymi as a kid. think aboot it! whenever my hangover gets lost is when i show up. so come come come have yourself a little toronto saturday walkies. just a taste of some of jen’s items…
