it sounds like children are killing each other outside in the park, they are tiny children and when children that tiny are playing they yell a lot and talk loud all at the same time, much like me when i am wasted hanging out with my friends. gay, i just said hanging out.
i have to do laundry and i don’t want to because i am allergic to responsibility.
the ending of the eggers book was not as good as i thought it would be. i get what he was getting at though, he could’ve done better i think. the ending of my book is pretty half-assed so who am i to talk, no one.
i’m starting to lose my mind a little bit over these loud kids, don’t they have homes? and their parents milling about watching them, encouraging them to be loud, THE NERVE.
my children are going to speak in sign language only and live in the cellar and eat mice.
i feel emo again today i think i might be pre-menses maybe, or i am listening to sigur ros-like music or cos i have cut out pretty much all carbs beer included or i am just a mess. i am almost finished reading the dave eggers book it’s the only thing inspiring me right now. i haven’t made a felt creation in a long time.
when people go “raymi is SO honest” i think so what, who isn’t, big deal? what’s to hide?
apparently i wear my sickness on my sleeve, i guess so maybe, why not exploit it for profit, i may as well get some money out of all that pain and if my story helps at least one other person, good.
fil gets to go on a ski trip next week with work and i am not invited, it reminds me of when i was in grade one and this little girl found out our class was going to the zoo, her brother included, and she was bawling and screaming cos she wasn’t allowed to come, i haven’t bawled and screamed yet but maybe i should or i will stage a silent non-violent protest and starve myself in the hallway and fil will have to drag me back into the apartment and as he’s pulling my legs i will try and hold onto the walls and doorways and eventually he’ll just be pulling me by my pants and i will be wearing underwear only and the neighbors will come out and see me on the ground holding onto the corner of the wall in my underwear and i will end my silent-protest by screaming HE GETS TO GO ON A SKI-TRIP! then the door will slam behind me after fil yanks me violently into the apartment.
or i will just threaten to have a big crazy funnest party ever the nite he is gone!
when cid cuddles up in my arms i am thinking, well telepathically communicating to him CID I FORGIVE YOU FOR MAULING MY FACE ALL THOSE TIMES WITH INTENT OF TAKING MY EYES OUT AND FOR ATTACKING ME AT LEAST 4 TIMES A DAY.
i had the best dream, there were all these flowers and colors and i think some degree of celebrity involved and a dog was my friend too and when i told him what to do, he listened!
last nite we didn’t drink.
i invented this great side-dish, organic split-pea soup with kale and garlic and parmesan i am a chef. cid likes to help by yelling at me his meows. when he is meowing fil says HI MEOW and i am like YOU CALL THAT A MEOW!? cid helps in the kitchen because he thinks he is going to be fed and i’m all pfft stupid i am opening a can of pea soup not your garbage cat food.
we watched the constant gardener last nite, amazing amazing amazing film.
adan called me at 5 in the morning to ask me stupid questions and i was like uh why are you calling me to ask about this right now and he says to get it over with, pfft more like coke party over there then his girlfriend calls and says raymi can i talk to you for a minute i said WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT I’M SLEEPING and she goes oh, i thought you were fighting? fuck. then i couldn’t get back to sleep. thanks guys.
Thats funny that you get tons of emails when you do the emo posts, i guess those are the ones that people really relate to. I could really relate to the shitting to the life aquatic post from the other day. That would be intense.
Today it was cloudy when I went to work, but rainy when I left so I took somebody from work’s umbrella. (they left it behind) I hope they don’t go back to look for it. I just had to get that off my conscience. I feel better now.
I bought your book for christmas and then I gave it to a friend. It was really good. A sort of ‘the Catcher in the Rye’ for our times. I bet 50 billion ppl have already made that comparison haven’t they? I would tell you my favourite parts but i would want to have the book in front of me so I could quote it properly. Or not… i really liked the part where you say that if you feel shitty in xyz suburb and you think going to xyz city is going to make it better, you’re wrong cause you’ll just feel the same. Pretty much true.
Say hi to your cat for me.
-laura
ps. Is your cat really big or is that a normal cat size? I’ve never had a cat. Your cat looks like a cross between a regular cat and a lynx or something. Its huge. Or maybe that’s just your expert trick photography…
the quadriplegic twelve wrote a song about me and it is the best song ever because part of it goes like this: shwa malooba meh meh! it is called raymi the minx.
they gave me their cd and signed it. the one guy in the band is the dude who made those raymi comics and my banner as well.
