here’s a stupid story.

one time in law class, grade 11, this big ole burly maintenance guy walked past our class and i screamed out NARC as he went by (at the time there was a lot of narc-suspicion at my school and these weird maintenance dudes showed up out of nowhere doing useless jobs like dust the front sign on the lawn where all the drug dealing happens, shit like that) so anyway i scream this out because my desk was closest to the door and everyone in my class was like OH LAUREN, SNAP!!!!! and then this big scary guy comes back and walks into the room and stands right in front of my desk and by the look on my face he could tell that i said it and he looks at me and says a bunch of stuff that i forget ‘cos i was afraid of him but essentially he said I LIKE DRUGS FUCK YOU.

last nite walking back from the bar i was intentionally wearing my sweater inside out because it still smells like campfire and these three bitches were talking and they stopped when we walked by and one went HER SHIRT IS INSIDE OUT in a tone that meant SHE IS AUTISTIC and it fucking pissed me off LKIHCpoiusakje fbfk;gfp97t g489phfkjvdv ds.g poif!!!! one of the girls was fat and wearing an I’M a VIRGIN t-shirt and she spoke in one of those girly girl voices to try and distract you from knowing she is as fat as a house.

anyway i wanted to go back and be like HELL YES MY SHIRT IS INSIDE OUT but then what could have i have done after that? i’d look ten times more schizo. well i could have went DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT? and then lunged quick at them and go PSYCHE!!

I read a manuscript of jamie‘s book when i visitted him two octobers
ago and i breezed right through it in two sittings. the fact that i
know him personally makes it all the more amazing to be reading
something so personal and when he asked me what i thought of it i said
well, it’s shockingly professional, like, a REAL book. and it is.
despite any smarmy editor saying bla bla too long, take that part
out, change this, i say it was perfect the first time i read it and
since having my very own copy it has been making the rounds in my
circle of friends in a major way. ps. there’s lots of fucking in it.

x raymi

i’m on the b-list at blogebrity. me!

my new boyfriend

new favorite drink is fireball and coke holy crap my face lit right up. more photos to come.

get your own shit shirt.

i’m still baffled over how many people chose to be personally offended by my shitty blogs post and how several were like i don’t get it, are you being ironic?? doi duh durrrurururr. the answer is no. i was being honest and mean and yes in my archives there are ten gabillion same pose photos of my head with the same look on my face though that was back when i smoked 5 joints a day and each picture i took i thought i looked hotter and hotter in it and now that the smoke has cleared i realise hey dude there’s better things to photograph out there, i was saying that if your blog has not changed at all from when you started it up until now then IT. IS. A. SHITTY. BLOG. and no i did not go seeking out specific blogs to tear apart either. ps. people who harp on me for more nudity just shut the fuck up already.