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.
Hi raymi, me again!
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.
last nite was suppose to be dinner and a movie no drinking nite, well, we had the dinner. then we met samir and some other woman at victory cafe and the other woman bumped into this girl she went to highschool with who introduced her to drugs who had bad hair and is a lawyer and is married and didn’t ask my woman-friend anything about what she was currently up to in her life she just prattled on and on with that bad hair of hers and waved her wedding band around and went upstairs to listen to that garbage music those nerds play up there and so woman-friend and i decide to go up there and confront her because WE are exciting and are at that part of our drunk and of course i am a fan of involving myself for no good reason…
so we mill around up there for a bit and get introduced to her husband with the wide face and wide glasses necessitating the wide face and i say so what do you do? and she says lawyer and i say what kind of law and she says litigation and i say THAT’S SO BORING and she makes a face and says no it isn’t and woman-friend ME WHAT HAVE I BEEN UP TO? then says what she does and boring bad hair lawyer asks what i do and i say I’M FAMOUS I WRITE and she cuts me off and says THAT’S BORING like a ten year old and her face was all witch-looking and i said actually it isn’t i get to drink and party and pretty much do anything i want and you know there’s like, the fame and zero-boundaries so yeah, too bad you’re not an entertainment lawyer.
so we go downstairs because we have WON and lawyer calls out SORRY I DIDN’T ASK WHAT YOU DID to woman-friend and then we get in a debate with a dude wearing an indiana jones hat who is writing in the smoking room and i think that he is writing down what we are saying, who wouldn’t want to i say magnificent things anyway i ask him and he says oh pardon my language i’m writing a piece called the rape of the ROM and i’m all pffffffft and woman-friend gets in on it with the man and i got bored and went back to samir and fil.
i write things you’ve not seen
i drink drinks in your dreams
my cigarette ashes are tokens
eyes so open
they go all the way around
i wasted the entire day
tomorrow i might go outside
yes i went outside i can say
i only did it
so you won’t come home and find me
rotting away
like the apple lady you made
in my head i see me surrounded in grey
it is smoky and dreamy and half-day
i drink champagne
i write and i paint
there is black on the wall
through the keyhole, the hall
a man in a trenchcoat and hat
i am in a negligee and i smoke a long smoke
like in a black and white film and time stands still
