October 6, 2004
wedgaoke
> bonjour raymi,
>
> for some stupid and unknow reason i thought i’d send you an email today,
> knowing that:
>
> 1. it’ll be lame because who am i kidding, emailing someone because you like
> his/her blog makes me feel like a teenager ‘i’m with the band!’ fan
> 2. emailing raymitheminx is like emailing michael moore, both great &
> impressive persons, but you never know if the email is actually being read
>
> but yeaaaah….
>
> I just want you to know that i’ve read countless of blogs over the years. i
> have even bee, blogging for a good 3 and a half years, since the age of 17.
> and i usually have little to no interest in girls’ blogs for i don’t really
> like girls’ writing in general.
>
> But you? We’re seriously into something different, out there, with balls,
> which yes, as the “blogfather” that you are, inspire people.
>
> i’ve been admiring people like tony pierce for a long time, and i finally
> found your blog via his two months ago. i’ve been reading your blog daily
> ever since even tho i prefer never to comment and just observe (does it make
> me a creepy voyeur, i don’t know). but sometimes i just have to speak out
> and email writers like who to send them another ‘ohmygodyourblogisgreat’
> type of boring e-mail.
>
> Seriously now, writing this makes me feel all pathetic for I know it’s so
> unoriginam. But seriously Raymi/Lauren, it’s because of unafraid blogger
> like you that the internet is a worth it place. It’s because of people like
> you that i have a little bit of hope in humanity, for i realise there are
> still bright minds out there who don’t give a fuck.
>
> so maybe you’ll stop blogging and maybe you won’t, but i feel like i’ve just
> discovered a great artist (and yes i just used the -a word, and with reason
> mind you) and i don’t want to stop reading you. i realise i have no right to
> say this, and i hate myself for writing this because who the fuck do i think
> i am to write such things, but honestly, the world -internet or not- needs
> your unafraid attitude and your fears and your rage and your pain. Not
> because we’re a group of voyeurs who desperatly need to see the rise and
> fall of people we don’t even know like in reality tv, but because we need
> real, intelectual and graphic, violent controversy in order to make us
> think.
>
> And you are able to provide this, unlike so many boring bloggers – therefore
> you are one of those few writers able to change the world, and if not the
> world, the way some readers see the world.
>
> Honestly, i’m not kissing arse here. I just want to enlight the fact that i
> am one of your 4154 billions reader who thinks that you rock the e-world and
> that without people like you, the e-humanity or whatever the name you choose
> for this fucked up parallel reality is doomed to failure.
>
> That being said, i’ll ask you to excuse my english and to please not give up
> writing.
> you give me hope.
>
> glamtastically yours,
>
> jess from france
September 30, 2004
people are asstards and everyone is connected and everyone has someone and something somewhere somehow and who cares really because everyone is the walking wounded, you know, ‘course you do.
dedications are overrated.
all the things you think in the shower are the right things.
the contribution to other people’s madness and/or contributing to the madness of others.
celebrities are neurotic about ridiculous such things as green m&m’s being removed from their bowls and all white hotel suites because we make them that way with our ever-lasting wanton worship and it gets to a point where-in they write songs about being jenny from the block and they seem like whiners and we get all annoyed at them when really we just want the rocks that they gots.
and so on…
how do you get over you?
first you have to get over your childhood and your parents’ childhood and their parents’ childhood and that is it basically and if you have parents you have to acknowledge their good intentions and if you have bad parents you just have to acknowledge them and say ok you are bad to me, i am not going to take it anymore and then go and find some nurturing friends and love them a hell of a lot and if you don’t have any parents at all and you never ever did, i don’t quite know what to sayto you about that right now because it’s not my place to say bla bla blee about not having parents, regardless, i feel your fucking pain and i wish i could take it away.
how do you get over you?
well, if the person(s) who shot you into this world had good intentions with you, good.
if they had bad intentions with you, not good but it’s alright, ’cause that wasn’t your fault, all you gotta do is be a good person, be nice to others and know that the best you can is good enough.
life is your most valuable asset.
ps i still have not smoked any weed since early july and i drink occasionally but not very much, i quit drinking irresponsibly and next is smoking and oh yeh i don’t do any other drugs as well
pps it’s not that easy but it is possible
this guy is pretty good and asked if i was actually in the US virgin islands and i said yes and then i said make me a banner and some junk.
September 29, 2004
backpackjam
you and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
i am the shoe police
i caption this saynotoslut.
raymi has been a little PC these days, well, not really, she’s still a fatmouth vulgatron but on a way lesser scale. what i mean is, she’s all done grown up and now she is concerned with little chillens not dressing like hookers on jarvis, whatever.
she has this jobthing now and it is going quite well but she is a tad bitter ‘cos her friends don’t call her anymore and she has done given up calling them. there’s this unspoken just show up rule applicable to everyone here, you know, ‘cept when raymi shows up the walls move, but not in that rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwr I AM HERE type way like it use to be.
when she shows up it is like, oh great, competition, wonderful. clap clap.
but it isn’t fucking like that. i don’t want your fucking shit and i don’t want your fucking shit to fucking want me all you have to do is pretend i exist for three seconds and make a call.
stepping stoners.
yeh so raymi tries to avoid these places cuz these people are there but all roads lead to these places when yer a bitter misfit and all you want is a tonic and a familiar face and perhaps make like we’re both not tranquilized for various reasons plaguing thy heart and head.
i should stop typing in the third.
being a “cult icon” is not what it is cracked up to be, you have to be full-on famous or just a no nothing nothinger, either way when/if you get big, everyone is going to hate you, so fuck it dude, let’s go bowling.
