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.
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.
