today i just wanted to wear my black velour lounge pants and mocassins in an attempt to give up on fashion entirely but i just looked in the mirror and realised i appear to be embracing retirement instead. we bought new bubble gum toothpaste yesterday. choosing new toothpaste is fil’s favourite time of the month. “i have to get the right one.” and whatever i choose is obviously wrong. anyway, it tastes good but it doesn’t get rid of stinky cheese breath.
a few letter excerpts from my book while you wait:
Raymi,
I was sorry to hear about you getting shot in the ass.
– Your pal, Dave
Raymi,
I have read your blog and your articles on Rocketpack.
I will pray for your soul, in hopes that on judgement day the powers that be will overlook your damning behaviour and allow you to be free. Mind, body and soul. You will finally experience the existance of pure being. Never to repeat your confused and perverse actions of the previous life, ever again.
Besides, it’s good to know there are other fucktards running about the GTA. I don’t feel so lonely now.
Keep up the good work.
I think I love you , so what am I so afraid of. The fact that I’m not sure of…
i made a book. a collection of love and hate mail sent to raymi over the years, several two-minute drawings and a bonus interview and it costs twenty dollars. why don’t you go and buy it!
this is what the back looks like:
how fucking professional.
anyway. tell all your friends.
here is an email snippet teaser:
Everybody says to me, “Tell me about raymi.”
I just got back form Paris. I was staying with my friend Brian’s ex-girlfriend. She asked me about you. I told her you were the coolest.
I met a girl from Toronto in Amsterdam. She asked me about you too. I said good things.
I’m still in Europe. I’m supposed to leave on Wednesday, but I don’t wanna go. Come meet me here and we can ride bicycles and I’ll take you to romantic places and you can break my heart.
