i love you dinky! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! XOxOXoXOXo
two years ago today on raymitheminx.com, careful it’s cheesy
oh for shame there was a typo in my last post and i left it up there for ages. fuck nig. awesomest word of the day. i’m such a fucking recluse. i couchsurf my ass off. read shitty old books from my gramma’s library-thing and play with my dad’s slot car racetrack and accompany him to raceworld to talk to geeky fags with no teeth in the jewiest part of town. i talked to ward yesterday. ward rules. if you don’t know who he is you’re a loser and a half. ward works at ibm now and hangs out with this crazy confused foreigner packi guy who’s a big perv and talks only about fucking. my kinda guy. anyway some broad gave ward her resume to bring to ibm and on his way to doing that he managed to spill water on it so the ink smudged all purple and smeary-like, sit on it thus crumpling it to shit and spilled coffee on it too. YAY ward! hmm what else is new in the exciting world of raymi??? oh yeah i gave my self a stupid haircut, my bangs actually. i cut them too short. it looks like i put a friggin’ bowl on my head and snipped straight across. my dad and i went grocery shopping the other day and we sampled this hard boiled egg thing on a cracker and the lady was telling my dad how u can buy ‘em in packages and shit and they come all ready boiled tra la la and then my dad goes, “that’s an EGG-cellent idea!” har har. maybe i will win the lottery this friday. maybe not. now i will go play alchemy until i die. oh and i’m sad now that survivor is over. now i need another show to be obsessed with. any suggestions?
lets blow this popstand.
i wonder how many blog entries on raymitheminx.com begin with LAST NITE WAS MENTALLY INSANE!!! the other day i thought of doing what tony does like a year ago today on raymitheminx.com…dadda dada duh but i think it would be ridiculously embarassing and confusing.
for example this is what was going on a year ago today. a year ago today it was fil‘s 30th birthday and now here it is all over again. i got him a nice scarf and a sweater and got guestlist for bedouin soundclash tonite and we’ve been steady boozin’ since yesterday 7pm.
last nite i let fil squeeze pat’s fake tits. word!
glow in the dark raymi
I didn’t go to bed last night. The night before I slept for two hours because I promised my dad I’d get up and drive him to his last day at a course he had to take so that he can one day get his suspended driver’s license back. Sometimes I think it’s not the best idea for him to be allowed to drive ever again but that’s a whole other story and mostly I just want him to be okay again, if he ever was.
Am I okay? Sometimes I think yes, but then other times I’m so clearly not. I sleep all day then go to work in the evenings, then come home and stay up all night reading books and blogs and watching cartoons on television that are meant for twelve year olds and generally wasting time because I want so bad to just create something but I can never figure out what it should be so I do nothing.
I have friends, I have hobbies, I have a life, but those sorts of things only matter when you’re experiencing them. The hardest thing to do is to be happy without distraction. To be yourself by yourself and be comfortable with that. I stay awake until I run out of things to do and then once I fall asleep I don’t want to wake up again. I have problems with momentum.
I forget where I was going with this now. Every thing starts to get disjointed as you approach the forty-hour mark and you keep seeing flashes in your peripheral vision like little patches of self illuminating reality and you start getting so tired that you’re awake again and then eventually you get to forty-eight hours and pass out lying on a fork. All the you’s and your’s in that last sentence should be replaced with I’s.
I think my point in the beginning was that fuck I’m tired but when I got home tonight, your book had come in the mail so obviously being so far past tired I had to read it and I’m glad I did and I think that one day I want to meet you at a concert or at the fair and just go up to you and kind of nod like I’m saying “So this what everything is.” and then I’d buy you a drink or hug you or something and then I’d offer you some cotton candy.
Colin
December 16, 2005
Hey Hey;
not to sound “too” stalkerish, but my buddy ordered your book from cafepress and sent it to me for Christmas.. I just started reading it and must say that so far, you’re fuckin awesome. Thanks for actually “writing” in a day when so much bullshit is put into a book and we’re forced to pretend to enjoy it — when there’s actually people out there like you who are able to formulate a sentence in it’s most natural and honest form.
Sarah.
after reviewing all of the fotos from last nite it has occurred to me that i am really getting fucking fat and i better do something about it. anyway.
after the shoe museum fil decided to stay in and not venture out with me and my droogs and he made a wise choice because today i received my first ever for real grown up hangover, no lie. so all those other hangovers were FAKEOVERS! nice one.
we crashed jeff’s (pictured) private work party at supermarket and totally threw down. melody sang dreamer by ozzie wearing a trashy negligee and jeans and hi-top sneakers and i stood in front of the stage screaming at her and going WOOT WOOT YEAH BLEEEARRGH! and also doing “the point” and nodding my head like i knew what it was all about meanwhile everyone is in office attire and being polite, responsible drunks and then back on the farm i have the microphone and am screaming beastie boys songs and making up porno freestyle raps and calling everyone bitches.
samir threw me in the snow and then i put a snow boulder down the back of his jacket and melody totally slid and fell on the icy sidewalk and it was very funny.
as we were leaving some homeless guy asked us to buy him some corn chips and i said no dude but ask that guy his name is jeff. ha!
December 15, 2005
it is old man fil’s birthday this saturday and he will be thirty-one years old and then it is noel’s birthday on sunday and he will also be thirty-one years old. i have been trying to get fil to open his birthday present everyday since i bought it but he is one of those gays who are all into being surprised and i am all LOOK AT IT NOW!! HEY PHIL LETS OPEN YOUR PRESENTS!!!!!
nobody likes me.
