I got your book, but I didn’t buy it. A really good friend of mine and admirer of yours bought it for me for me. Thanks man, I owe you like $40.
I read your book while listening to my music and the song “Some Kinda Wonderful” by Sky came on and I imagined those lyrics are what was going through people’s heads when they wrote to you. Most of these people confided those relateful things and were like “you’re amazing, i appreciate you, stunning beauty, please keep in touch with ME!” and I thought it was cute and true. And then I wonder if it might be awkward when people deconstruct you and follow your e-career so closely they’re rub-humping your internet back. The book really is your’s even if you didn’t write it yourself. They’re e-mails to you about you and those wacky things you do that no one else will do. And it’s actually quite a humanist thing for these people to just confide so much into you. I wonder how it makes you feel? It’s like having a little piece of your winnings in my hand.
Blogging has never been cooler, but we’re still nerds. Thanks for being yourself, Raymi.
fil and i are skipping band practise tonite to see tony‘s friends TSAR play at the horseshoe so everyone else do the same, they go on at eleven and i believe it’s a free show. noel may also be in attendance along with his lady, that chick in the red spandex outfit and the fucked up bangs who i always take pictures of. i called pee-yare to see if he was planning on going with hunter but he said something like bleh bla going to see coldplay. sorry there cooooool guy, too good for the indie crowd eh?
i went to the corner store and the dude gave me this cheesy foam picture frame that’s pink and heartshaped and has a gay sample photo innit and i brought it back to show fil and he was all wtf is this guy giving you a framed picture of himself for?!?! from afar it looks like the asian guy who calls me BEEEYOOTY everytime i go in there without fil. he tells me that my boyfriend has to work more because i need lots of money to buy things with and it’s not right that i spend my own money. heh.
i barely took any photos this weekend, mostly gay hippie stuff, clouds and fields and old barns. our favorite chipmunk is dead, a dog ate it. there were hyper spaz kids up with us this time and at one point the 5 year old screamed CAN I HAVE SOME COFFEEEE!? yeah sure, right after we give you some speed. fil got a gun license, not that he has a need for a gun or anything but it’s a license you have for life so whatever. the scab on my finger is in a lot of pain and i think it’s infected cos it looks like a vagina gash, pink and slitty. i played with a chainsaw and cut down some fucked up trees and felt like a lesbian and i was wasted and imagining cutting off my leg through my shin and then having to be all pro-handicapped and i was thinking what my first blog post would be like after i got out of the hospital and i wanted to post a picture of my cut off leg in the forest with blood all around it and another one of me in a hospital bed smiling with a caption saying something like WHAT ME WORRY!?
Dear blogreaders
i cut off my right leg but it’s ok because it was an accident and also i have this cool prosthetic now and whatever cos like, dancing is so 2003! later!!!!
i think i am stoned in this picture. i hope i am stoned in this picture. yeesh.
jamie found me a new boyfriend. i like that i have a lot of boyfriends and they are either chipmunks or fat men with headphones or fucked up hair or no teeth and are a million years old.
get ready to be jealous.
last nite fil and i went to the drive-in to see the island and wedding crashers, both brilliant movies in their special little way. we’re trying to remember a specific line from the wedding crashers cos when it was said i turned to him and was all bleh blahh new blog title! we drank 50s and shoks and there was a tiny cute little dog in the car beside us with a smushed up little face and the drunker i got the more high-pitched my voice went so that all the windows of all the cars ‘sploded.
we are going up north for the ten trillionth time in a row so fil can pretend to help build a cottage extension and i can get retarded on the sauce and do the easy crossword book. which is still kind of hard. for me at least.
