that’s my sidewalk vagina (james) prom date from highschool who has a unicycle and is best friends now with MY old best friend of five minutes i HATE YOU james! anyway, kev, the one with baby in the pics, i use to tool his older brother and now older brother is not allowed to talk to me write to me go to my site even kuz his gf is jealous of me and even confronted me in the bathroom at scumchance and tole me so and i’m all, dude, im here to SING and im with my own bf of the minute so don’t even worry. pfft. and john wayne punked off older brother for our beer tab many moons later at the scumchance and said we had no monies but we did but it’s ok kuz raymi was spending money left and right and it had to be done. anti, remember when i lost it on that little pipsqueak the second we walked thru the door kuz he’s all what’s wrong was toronto too much for ya?

ahem, wrong greeting, wolverine. you’re lucky, i’m lucky i didn’t smash my beer on your head. they had to stop raymioke kuz of that incident. kinda blew it.

another time me and the kanye wayne’s rapped beastie boys and everyone made the all-i-did-was-leave-the-frying-pan-in-the-sink-and-you-are-freaking-out-on-me-face at us and we were solid gold wrestlers! hoo-ah!

i remember when lobe put sand down matt’s pants and matt ran all the way home and leah gave lobe shit for being a big prick, my brother was in on it too though lobe obviously instigated all of it kuz matt is his little shitkid brother but now matt is like the incredbile hulk and could just throw lobe into a turbine. nahmean.

OK sweet corn cakes – here she goes

what did you do yesterday. i dyed my hair and my neck and ears and

bathroom counter and toilet seat black. AND i painted my finger nails

red. tres goth larue. i want to read some anne rice by candle light

and smoke a clove and lament my mortality.

What are you doing right now? currently i am getting ready for work.

You know, i wish someone would just pay me to smoke cigarettes and be

fabulous soon. becuase ugh -work is so last season. ya dig, my hep

cat.

hold please – have to poo.

you know what reminds me of poo? money. money is poo. i hate it. I wish

it would start kissing my ass and try to be my friend.

anyhow. sorry to hear about your panic attack. dood – those things

blow. but you prolly know that already, but you also know how i LOVE

to state the obvious. YES. ok…so are you still taking that medicine?

WHOA – i gotta go or i’ll be late. Write me back and i will write you

and it will be great.

tres goth

i just yawned and stretched and it felt like i tore apart all the organs under my right ribcage hooh! fuck that hurts.

alldumb.com linked to how to be a small town slut and the cunt trumpet music farticles so that’s why there be an influx of raymitrons coming here. but they are all mean to me in the comments on that page, kill them! they’re under wednesday, july 21st ok.

fuck, maybe i snapped a ribcage is that possible?

ya so those kids who be drivin’ up my neighbor’s lawn thinking it’s my house – you messing with the wrong familia sons, and i MEAN it.

i can never remember which songs i sing kuz i dont label ‘em or post all of them on the right hand sidebar thing-thang because i founded the special olympics so i end up resinging the same song and then realising it halfway thru and then starting over. so yah, u hear me sing sang song same song know that the second time around it is better.

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.