three seconds into practise i spilled red wine all over my white hoodie and it got in my hair, all over my face and in my RIGHT EYE ON MY EYEBALL WTF!?! it fucking hurt dude!
that is all.
oh ps somehow i got more in my left eye just now.
November 29, 2005
Dear Raymi,
When I first went to your blog I wanted to play you in a movie. I wanted to wear ties with saints on them and dye my hair black and be in a band and drink gin and be all witty and tempestuous like you are. I don’t think I could ever actually do it though because I always end up screwing up characters and they end up completely like me, and I don’t drink gin and take naked pictures of myself and I’m just not witty so it just wouldn’t work.
So maybe you should do a movie one day, I mean, I’m not saying that you should, I’m just saying I could see it being really good. I can imagine it being all indie and sort of pretentious. But pretty, with lots of shots of dandelions swaying in fast forward and broken grocery carts in ditches and kids laughing and maybe there would be something sad like a dead rabbit on the side of the road and an ‘OPEN’ sign with the E burnt out. At least that’s what I see in you.
I don’t know.
-Kris
so i’m gonna be a slutty ms. claus this friday at the mod club. wheee. come and see me and all these other people:
The Andy Kim Christmas Show
w/ Ron Sexsmith, Shaye, Andy Stochansky, Danny Michel, Esthero, Haydain Neale of Jacksoul, The Hidden Cameras and Jully Black
December 2nd, 2005 at Mod Club in Toronto.
4-10pm
ps. dude from the santa claus parade will be the santa at this event. sweet.
SANTA!!!!! I KNOW HIM!
Oh Rodger Dodger, what have you said this time… says:
how are you these days?
raymi says:
fat
dear raymi,
i bought marketable depression today because i’ve been enjoying your
blog for over a year now and that comes out to about two bucks a
month. this makes me feel like a cheap bastard.
even more so, i cant imagine being able to write about all of the
nonsense in my life and then being able to share that with others.
this takes courage and my little purchase celebrates that.
ok so i bumped the price down to $18.25 for all of your holiday shopping whatever. hey why don’t you like totally do a nice thing and buy my book already? there’s a good possibility that you are shit-talked in it and it’s like only a book about my real life and all the bad things that have ever happened to me, it only like, brought me to my knees writing it, what with dealing with the demons and pain of my past and everything, like FUCK!
ps you are not allowed to email me and give me a song and dance about poverty and credit cards.
so fil and i watched the hulk last nite, fil hadn’t seen it before so of course i had to tell him about stuff that was going to happen before it happened and he got super pissed at me and asked me if i was retarded or at least half retarded.
yes i am i said.
which is it? he asked.
it doesn’t matter i said, either way i am at least partly retarded.
i just can’t help giving away information during movies. during a beautiful mind i was so manic and uppity my ex-boyfriend practically strangled me and threw me against the wall cos i couldn’t shut up but that is an extreme example.
so yesterday at the coffeeshop i heard one of the girls say that she has a crush on one of the customers and she kind of looked my way when she said it and for some stupid reason i really hoped that she meant me and i don’t know why.
then i thought about it some more today and went over there dressed like a dirty old man complete with beige trenchcoat-like jacket and humongous lawn-mower sunglasses and the girl got all shy and stammery and couldn’t even look at me.
then i thought fuck it, it’s probably fil she lusts for.
