Hey Raymi,
Just stumbled across your blog while desperately trying to avoid doing any work …
Great little site by the way, has kept me amused for most of the afternoon – I see you went to Teddies for a bit, I went to Magdalen College School – a boy’s school down the High Street opposite the Pub Oxford – do you know it?
I live and work in London now, but still love going back to Oxford – great little town — so what do you do? – apart from publish your exploits on the internet of course?
Jack
so 25 per cent of my body is fat. 30 lbs is fat the other 90 is cotton candy and cigarette butts and organs that have worms inside them. gummy worms, that is. i rule at fitness test. rule. he was like do this and then i did it to the extreme or i got mouthy and was all ADD MORE WEIGHT and then on the 8th rep i was making crap faces and he’s like are you ok and i’m like no this is great whee but i don’t want to do anymore. i could smell myself kuz i haven’t showered in a couple days so today, it’s showertime yo. i’m such an animal. i’m not sexing anymore and it’s a good thing but it is making me crazy, i’m not even twiddling it i don’t think that’s too good a thing for a nymph like me but i can deal once it starts again i know it’ll be that much better. i’ll save the potatoes.
i started caring too much about what other people cared about me too much and let the bad win over the good and liking the good is what brings in the bad so i say self, you don’t need that right now. you’ve spent so much time writing the right things you forgot to write the wrong things the real things the anythings and just do it without distracting yourself with doubt and insecurity you gay hallmark card.
if you want things to stay the same, things have got to change.
go to audio and get the raymi the minx songs but also listen to jack and company’s sing a longs because theyre vurry good. there are even pictures of fat-faced raymi in the pictures dept. whee.
I dressed snappy
I waited
for hours
with flowers
I stopped to buy a detox energy drink. They were fresh out.
All they had was rows and rows of passion.
I visited your site today and caught up. Wanted to tell you that I nearly keeled over at your spaghetti strainer comment.
Honorable mentions: feminista, dinosaurs… keywords from the blog to jostle your memory if need be.
Alright, Raymi. I want to see a picture of you with kelly green eye shadow. I enjoy seeing you with or without make-up
you look good regardless, but trust me… this’ll knock ‘em dead.
Just to let you know, the picture at 3:16:30 where you have on a flourescent green wrist band, and are holding
a blue sombrero is WHITE HOT.
Lastly, I’ve started an entry in a notebook of mine called “Raymi vs. God.” I’m trying to determine which of you brings more magic into my life on a day to day basis.
pink
the only lesson i will derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.
i am constantly standing several feet away from myself, watching as i do or say or feel something that i don’t like at all, and i still can’t stop it.
my problem always was depression, straight up. the drinking, the drugging, they were mere accessories to the crime.
i just needed to stop thinking so much and start doing.
this was not the after affect of some coke – this was me.
in the meantime, i could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if i were dead.
i am becoming a complete waste.
the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can’t be retrieved.
i am one step removed from my problems, more a nervous audience member at a horror movie than the movie itself.
don’t interrupt the sorrow.
my gifts are for life itself, for an unfortunately astute understanding of all the cruelty and pain in the world. my gifts are unspecific. i am an artist marque, someone full of crazy ideas and grandiloquent needs and even a little bit of happiness, but with no particular way to express it. not that i can even aspire to happiness anymore.
people tend to go crazy when they don’t have a container of milk in the refrigerator.
it is cold outside but i am crazy from the heat.
this must be a little bit like what it’s like to be a bag lady, to drag your feet here, there, and everywhere, nowhere at all.
we replaced her with a series of roommates, all of whom dropped out of school or dropped out of life as soon as they moved in with us.
what makes you think i’m so rich that you can steal my heart and it won’t mean a thing.
it’s impossible to ever see the end. the fog is like a cage without a key.
-Prozac Nation
i love mini me spanish beetlejuice.
inspired by suckface here, in alphabetical order is ma funny picture post of les webs. each word being the one used to pull up the image in google. ps some pics have nothing to do with the word, used to find ‘em out, ie. vulva is not a vulva and cavity is not a cavity and, this took me forever, so you better love it and tell me which one you like best-eh-sess.
alligator
belmont
cavity
dung
environment
frig (why don’t frat fucktards know anything about resizing their photos?)
gas
hentai
islam
jackie
kill (pfft).
leech
move
noose
oprah (knew she was a nazi all along).
piss
queasy
rasta (my new boyfriend).
serpent (so far my favorite).
tuft (new other boyfriend).
useless
vulva (i love that word).
wolverine
xerox
yacking (major favorite, close second for yacking).
you’re a zipper that doesn’t work
