it’s a rush when the pieces start pieceing.

200 days. it’s like that 200 cigarettes movie except not.

I just checked my blog traffic and it’s um, quite high, lol.

Over the years I have spun my wheels on various social media platforms to maintain my online presence, yes, all those years being a covert watcher non-participant was all for this very look-at-me moment.

thx twitter. remember when i vowed to do less of you lol. it’s at 80k now i wish i was monetizing fackkkk me. soon. you will pay for these words lol. lol? yep. lol all the way to the bank!

Whatever, what do you say to people anymore on the internet here? I feel like I am split personalities everywhere I am. Twitter? that’s ratchet Raymi. Facebook? a little classier, just a little. Instagram, there I am most attention-seeking of all. The possibilities of instagram are endless if you are clever enough and I feel as though I am hunting for my next big thing over there but this time as delusional as that sounds, I’ma make it LOL.

You have to big yourself up if you’re gonna achieve anything and within the crazy there is excellence of fuck I dunno, something just finally lands right. I took my hat out of the ring for a long time but now I am here to announce that I am a gun for hire and if you want some of that overspill shine come and get it. That Hansel is so hot right now as they say.

I remember years ago in my twenties having arguments “business discussions* with potential VC’s about my brand and it boiled down to with one person the “get hit by a car theory” that if they invested all this into me and then I go and died on them. Okay that was more than 20 years ago I am still here buddy. Do you think they told that same shit to HANNAH MONTANA, LADY GAGA, HILARY DUFF, literally anyone better and more deserving than me? Likely not.

Also what is my brand what am I giving the world who DO tenaciously read and follow along, potential cu$tomers I have all been long-conning love-bombing for fucking years. All I am asking (begging) is for an editor to give me a writing collaborator to help organize a book. Then proceed from there. This is how I level up. I am going to take cues from the manosphere to blogmaxx my potential and as my my physique tones tans and hair grows all at once combining to dominate my comeback arc. It’s giving main character.

What would Pee-Wee Herman do? Exactly!

Podcast. Another thing I was always thinking to do because I love a good blabbity blah and it’s truly always an adventure plus I would have a different person on each podcast episode as they do, some being old Raymi characters. Could you imagine if I featured exes and haters? um no. it would flow just like a phone call and be as simple as it could possibly be because that is all the energy I can muster, too many moving parts, it aint happening.

Okay gonna cut this short it’s tan o’clock my homies.

Just remember, go thru life with the passion dedication and self fucking confidence as a crazy rich successful person might. To soar you must jump and to jump remove the fear. I will try to stop being a life coach (no I won’t). Spreading wisdoms always!

See ya

ps I think I’m going to take dance classes again. just putting it out there.

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Hey guys, didja take yer joke pills today hopefully jesus -uck am I ever in a crabby mood. PMessy nahmean. And I super want a drink. I am at the point like why am I doing this. This sucks. Is boring. And so on. Plus Christmas is basically here which means Drinkmas.

It’s Day 13 of no drinking and I want a dark and stormy right fckn meow.

But then I looked in the mirror and was like hubba hubba. Just jay-kaying guys. How will I ever become friends with Gwyneth Paltrow if I drink. Bet she never lets her hair down or allows herself to be out of control like ever. Stringent chicks are so fascinating. Speaking of typecast people, Gwyn is one of those skinny broads in loose-fitting black lingerie proudly on gawky display in several of her flicks and you can only do that when you’re a beanbole and to be a beanpole you have to be majorly uptight. We have to make do with the bodies God gave us and if you’re flat then to pass as sexy you have to be coatrack thin. Or that’s what the sickness beauty perception states.

Smiling makes you look younger too. Fortunately more than half my bloggy life was devoted to neve smiling so I don’t have massive crow’s feet and laugh lines. All my lines are on my orehead from fucking around with my eyebrows and applying mascara EVERY DAY I am 100% going to get botox one day and have a forehead like a balloon.

I had a gap in my teeth as a kid and then one day it just closed, maybe when I was about twenty, but because of the gap when I smiled (when I was forced to) I never smiled with my teeth showing I hated my Madonna gap. Now I know the power of my teeth and flashing ‘em but you have to be careful and not overdo it because you can look like a game show host which I have on many occassions. Smiling smiling smiling, inside dying.

If I wrote a book like how I write these blog posts I’d have no recollection of what my book was about because I have absolutely no attention span and whatever I cared about last week is like ancient history in internet time.

Made this.

Sorry if you’re grossed out. Or tempted.

Reminds me of Fubar 2.

So glam.

Yep I still dress like Peter Pan.

This was yesterday. God I miss running. it’s just too cold and too much hassle.

Pumped about getting so much laundry done yesterday.

Still eating candy like crazy I think is turning us into monsters.

Keeping food as interesting as poss.

I have every intention to run again soon though, this headwrap is part of the plan. Today woulda been good too it’s kinda mild.

That’s enough for now. Have a great one.

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