that’s the kara-ogre. well, not thee kara-ogre, morelike, my kara-ogre equal
AND her cock stands around with a top-hat and lets her fall down all over the place and make out with a candle and i am like WOW WOW wow WOW wow!
please be my kara-ogre this thursday.
you know the place and the time and the rhymes and the enzymes, pick my ass up first!
Sj says, “choose life.”
i am such a stupid idjit, it didn’t even occur to me that my father might be nursing a hang over upstairs, heh. now he’s up.
dear raymilauren
I tried to text message you using that crazy online text message service, but I couldn’t get it to work. But dies this mean that your cell phone is up and running? Is it the same old number?
That little video clip you put up on your site kicks ass.
You look beautiful.
You’re gonna be hosting your own TV show someday, and then your gonna parlay that into a movie career, and then your gonna date Jason Timberland, and I’ll hear from you even less than I do already.
The closest I’ll come to seeing you is when some paparazzi photographer with a big lens, and a khaki vest, takes pictures of you sunbathing topless on the deck of a yacht off the coast of Monaco. I’ll be in the supermarket and see the picture in STAR magazine and turn to the old lady behind me to say, “I’ve seen those boobies before — in REAL life.”
Then the old lady will walk away and get in a different line.
I’ll buy the magazine and cut out the fuzzy photo of you and pretend that we’re still friends. I’ll carry it around and talk to it. “Would Raymi like to go to the park today?”
Anyway, yes, you truly look beautiful, and your Internet show will be amazing. And only the beginning.
dad, where are you? both your cars are here but you are not. were you kidnapped? your cellfone goes straight to voicemail. mum is upstairs in a coma. gah!
“this is the first night in i don’t know that the night is over and i have cigarettes money and pot left. i like the pound. much respect to a party that suck but got turned around because some high guy tried to backflip off the stange but landed on his neck, which stops the band, bring in the cops and then brings in RING THE AKAARM, apparently another sound is dying. oh oh, hey.”
skylar has a girl in tdot or had her there, who knows, skylar are you a sky or a lar? i like your junky template, crazy all over the place, and, i saw the a.r.e as well. i heart them. i hope your girl gets back to you soon. or if she is already there…? whatevs. hi.
your pal, raymi
i should not be allowed to do interviews admist nervous breakdowns in canada whilst dating someone who is plotting to leave you in the middle of the nite and not tell you when yer on coma pills and he’s trying to hit it with the blond girl.
fuck, anger management is an awesome movie. i watched it on the plane to los angeles last august and i was like, “this sucks” because my crazy pills tole me so but now, i fully, get, it. and now it’s the part where 19th nervous breakdown is playing, funny, the irony of that song and how it was the title of the flyer i made for my 20th bday party that i never went to – raymi’s 19th nervous breakdown – something or other and then i DID have a nervous breakdown.
fantastic!
