everyday should be treated like a sunday[the sabbath] the other six days are just mind control.

-rtm.

Dear Lauren,

Glad the drawing on the banner at the top is back, who did it?

Otherwise, what up? The rest is gone. Well I’ll miss your bloggin’ but

I know it is a pain in the ace for you a lot of the time. Hope all is

well, and good luck with whatever you’re up to. Stop by mine some

time. I think you were a big influence in getting me into it.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/arran/

If you look at my archives you can see when I discovered your blog.

Even though you shouldn’t look at my archives because they be sucking

so much. I still don’t know what I think of it, or blogging in

general, but it’s a nice outlet sometimes. I think there’s too much

thinking going on about it anyway.

So it was nice to have met… raymitheminx.com if you’re over it. If

you’re not and you come back sometime then I’ll be there. Either way

I’m sure we haven’t heard the last of Lauren.

All the best.

xoArranox

ok so we have the remnants of hurricane frances up in hurr and now there’s this ivan bidnis goin’ on. ivan, wtf?

good luck everyone and stuff.

Hymmmmmmmmmmm

sometimes i woke up way before the rest of the world did on this side of the world it felt like and i would stand around dance around clean around and generally, be angry for being awake and then little by little they would awake and i would be hi hi hii and they would be it is 10 o’clock and i would go it is?

you can’t be angry for being chemically imbalanced, it is something you can’t help, you just can’t help it.

it’s a temporary thing, honestly, knowingly.

my papa tole my mum that he he tole hisself to just stop analyzing people, just, to stop it.

basically.

i agree.

i don’t want to know people anymore. i don’t want to think that i know them, and i don’t want to show or to prove, that i know them, anymore.

and this fucking “awareness” is bollocks.

it’s the seasons that do me in. the repeats on telly and the new commercials.

seeing spots where there are none when the radio is on and the dvd is playing and a cigarette is in my mouth and it’s like, what are they trying to tell me, wait, who is they, there is no they, i am the only they.

girls who are skinny and “pretty” get such a raw deal.

they all say ya i am a klutz and i say the wrong things and i am incompetent bleh bleeeh.

it’s true, you know.

their brains work too fast for the mind to follow and that’s why they go boink bonk bloop blerp into a doorknob all the time when they are walking inside to get me my sunglasses.

“….bla bla bla in another life, when we are both cats.”

holy shit im a fucking retardbag. i’ve been spending all my time being afraid and paranoid and the second i am away from the machines i get more and more and more, paranoid, etc?

fuck that.

everybody else and their bloogs are about them and their good times real lives going on and here i am watching tv, listening to the razzio, going oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

fuck that and fuck you and fuck me.

raymi is back!

im taking a break guys, for a little while and i am ok, but only if you are.

another me will be taking over for awhile.

her name is trudy.

say hi trudy.

hi trudes.

-local hero

gross

this is disgusting. where the fuck was this “ephiphany” many, many moons ago when i was broke-ass and walking around saying everyone should blog and now i hear on the radio that businesses should have blogs? you never made me a blog of note. you never showed me shit.

you ruined my life and now you want to pay me?

where the fuck is my personal email/thank you and paycheque?

it better be retro-active.

this blog is so over.

ps indiko.com is hacked/down/dead or something and that has never ever happened before. there goes 4+ years.

fuck you internet and you’re welcome for gracing you with my precense.

good luck everyone.