i just spent an obscene amount of time searching for the ultimate picture of a unicorn to use as my blog background and was this close to joining the mystical unicorns webring but then i realised i don’t have that kind of time to pretend to be all about unicorns for maybe a week but if there was a teddy bears and pink balloons floating on clouds webring i would be like president of it.

I LOVE THIS STUPID BITCH!

The cat on page 54 is awesome it looks more like Gus to me than El Cid but it is probably just a cat.

I drank coffee and smoked bowls while I read it, I was going to read it in one sitting but am depressed right now and went to bed at 8pm last night.

I got pretty tripped out when I hit chapter six and read about Jack Kerouac having recently left a comment on your blog saying I was reading on the road which isn’t a big deal in itself I just felt like a moron I guess. Adam, (my dude, I think I talk to you enough you might just know his name is Adam) Adam’s favorite book is on the road and he recently asked me to read it because he said it would give me way more confidence in my writing style. I’ve always been rambly and hated punctuation and find myself going back over things and putting it in ’cause I should not because I want to. I think that is why it made me feel funny. I read that chapter aloud to him but he wants to read the book so only that part I don’t want to ruin it for him.

I’ve been reading your blog since before I blogged and I almost let myself fall into the envious, bitchy, I’m never going to write as good as her so let’s bash her category but there was something else there and I saw through it. Like a couple people have ‘seen through it’ with me. And I decided I had come too far and worked way too hard on myself and had already BEEN there I didn’t need to go back. I started getting help in 2000. I left a small town for the city to hide and die and get away. But I’d already been here suffering since 1996 alone with my cat and my head and my pot.

I was totally miss diagnosed in the beginning with bull shit Border Line Personality Disorder and I ask you when you read the 9 symptoms, and you need 7 of the 9 to have it, if you are human don’t you have at least 5 for simply being human doesn’t that like prove you are? So whatever fuck you I have depression that label will do.

You work at Raymi you work at it hard. I can’t even handle the way people bully you and judge you and I feel so protective and I think it’s because even though I can’t do a fucking thing I feel good knowing I care, that I believe in Lauren. Because until 1998 no one gave a fuck about me and how fucked up I was and as far as I’m concerned wouldn’t have given a fuck if I had died.

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that there will be a volume 2 and 3 and 4 and I’ll get to say HEY I considered her a friend I don’t know if she ever really cared but I cared about her and I’m gay as fuck proud to see where she is now…

-gus

who is this little retard?

a small (medium size) letter from a big fan

hi raymi,

you obviously don’t know me, but i thought it was time
i e-mailed you. why? well, here’s the reason.

i was casually looking at some pornography (classy
porn, mind you), and i came to this gallery (no pun
intended) and the girl in the spotlight was very
familiar.

this chick was, as it is known in popular culture,
hot. she was not just hot though, she was subtly hot.
i don’t even like the term hot. and not just that
either, she was totally off beat hot with that
spaced-out, yet smart look. hair that was a confused
brunette on xanax. she was real. and cool. maybe it
was me, but she looked slightly canadian, too.

who was this girl? i know know her! (via internet and
not by proxy). that’s right, raymi the god damn minx.

i googled your image and name –and lord knows there’s
a few results. i was back to where i was in early
2000’s– your blogspot site.

wow, i can’t believe she’s still doing this! i was
hoping you weren’t dead or something. –i was a daily,
yet silent fan back in the day. always admiring your
whimsical take on life and your truly funny entries.

i would like you to know i like you a lot. i have for
years. you still look better than ever. i am not a
stalker, please note. i can’t believe i ever stopped
looking at your blog and, more surprisingly, never
gave you money or bought you anything from a wishlist.

in closing, please keep writing your blog and taking
your digital pictures. I am re-born to your blog, but
might relapse in my drunkenness drug induced state and
forget to check back, but rock on anyway, raymi.

your pal,

brad

ps: once, or twice, i saw your nipples. they were sweet.

i cannot fucking stand it when girls are all ALL MY FRIENDS ARE GUYS BECAUSE GIRLS ANNOY ME COS THEY ARE ALL GIRLY like they are bragging or something.

1. it isn’t impossible to get any dumb guy to be friends with you, what did you climb a bunch of pyramids too? that guy is your “friend” cos he assumes one day he will be fucking you, congratulations.

2. girls don’t hang out with YOU because YOU are nasty and annoying and are incapable of getting along with them, do you really think that it’s the girls who should be bending to your standards and moods? say there are ten girls including you and you are the only one who can’t fit in and you say it’s cos all they talk about are boys and shopping and THEY are the problem all 9 of them and you are the only one who isn’t annoying? get the fuck over yourself and learn to get along otherwise you will be bitter and lonely for the rest of your life.

i use to be one of those all my friends are guys types and you know why? it’s cos i was a snobby stuck-up insecure piece of shit and you are too so once you recognize that, expand your circle of friends and plunk some bitches in there.

BONER OF THE WEEK: MILA KUNIS

she’s kind of like a DUH boner but oh well i have feared and ogled this meanie for a long time. i could go on and on about how awesome she is but really is there a point? bitchy rich privileged airheads (the one she plays on 70s show) are the best cos they make it sting for no reason and they flip their hair and eat cotton candy and live in a sparkly purple castle in the clouds FOR REALS!

she had me at you’re stupid.

she’s like this cute little ant in a polyester pantsuit and for added nerd jerkoff material she’s the voice of family guy’s meg. all you have to do is close your eyes and let her read from the yellow pages for about two minutes and you are like UGHH UNNNGH UUUUUNNNNGH SPLOSION!!!!!!!!!!!!

i would totally let her be alone with fil and pee with the bathroom door open so i could hear her say mean things to him and i would be like trickle tickle trickle SWOON.

i hope she gets typecast as jackie 4EVR! i would carry her around on my shoulders and take her out to beat up people i hate or we could travel back in time and hate on people together like the player hater’s club.

i keep coughing i keep coughing up phlegm and there’s some sort of summer camp children thing happening in the park and they are very loud.

so it wasn’t a vibrator they found in andrea’s bag it was a bunch of candy, whatever. that racist brandi chick is gone GOOD!

i bought these feta spinach pie things and they were gross it was like rotten grass shoved into nice little pastries with sesame seeds sprinkled on so we covered them in ketchup.

fil was waaaasted.

we watched brokedown palace. i like that movie a lot and i like claire danes’s ugly cry where her chin shrivels up inside itself, it’s awesome. i told fil there was no fucking way in hell i would take the heat for him or anyone and he says oh great that’s nice i would do it for you and i’m like OK PEACE! have fun in a thailand jail for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

how come claire danes and kate beckinsale got wicked ass haircuts and all the other prisoners got their heads shaved?