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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Only took me 42 fuckin years to get it right but best late than never.

I have so much anxiety coursing through me right now I have already blown my own mind several times and I haven’t even done shit yet. I have mentally carved out several anecdotal okay not anecdotal because this is what anecdotal actually means…

an·ec·do·tal
/ˌanəkˈdōd(ə)l/
adjective
(of an account) not necessarily true or reliable, because based on personal accounts rather than facts or research.
“while there was much anecdotal evidence there was little hard fact”

Now I’ve just gone and confused myself. What I mean to say is for many years now I’ve been gathering up things to say here… explanations, stories, thoughts, but I am such a giant prefacer that it never fucking happened and then all this time passed and more things occurred so it’s like, where to even begin man.

Slow down, slow down.

Okay here goes.

I am proud of myself for being here right now. For getting out of the house. It’s just so easy to stay home watching Netflix and that was so close to almost happening but I told myself no way you delayed this yesterday no more leeway ya dumb fuck.

I am also proud of myself for still being alive too even though I never really think about it I am super good at cognitive dissonance which is why I got so good at drinking which I had to stop doing otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now typing this today. I am going to get back into the habit of blogging again so that I am in the habit of writing period and then can finish my book. THE BOOK.

Have finally landed on a topic of interest. Me, myself, and I but finally the angle has presented itself in a fell down got back up again humourous, angry look at addiction kind of way – a recovery book of sorts. Over the years I have attempted to write THE BOOK but this blog got in the way, the immediate gratification rush, the dopamine ohh fuck ya lets look at the stats who is looking at me RIGHT NOW!? LETS GOOOOO!

My regular blogging routine was to drink and smoke pot and get into a groovy groove state of mind and blabbity blah my stupid crap on repeat. I stopped blogging two relationships ago I allowed the haters to get into my mind and as I was in a failing relationship it made me fall out of love with blogging because I felt embarrassed and cringe but not anymore by any stretch. The glow-up is fuckin’ real. See what you’ve got to do is cloak yourself in some self confidence and picture yourself floating up in the sky like a Sailor Moon moment it’s super gay and awesome and your superpower protects you from letting the real or imagined perception of others affect you.

My friend said the sobriety looks good on me it’s like my superpower now and I was like fuck yeah it is. Today is day 88 and in Morse code it means “love and kisses” lol so there you go.

I am going to be careful with what I write here because I need to write THE BOOK but this so far has been great I don’t know what scares me so much it’s exhausting and distracting. In MY BOOK I touch on how I choose to no longer be that stressed out anxious shy fucking person anymore I need to get back to the old Raymi the 19 year old balls to the wall shameless psycho, you know?

Like fuck yeah I am crazy I own it. I am so done caring what other people think of me that ship has sailed bud, you like me, you about me, that’s rad, you ain’t, that too.

I was watching a show at my mom’s with Kevin over the summer, I think this was a relapse period, forgive me, there’s been plenty and don’t get me started on the apology tour lol jk anyway I was watching a Netflix reality show with people competing for a million dollars and they had to do all these insane missions and tasks to make it to the next round, one of those missions was flying in a helicopter to the Alps to get ice for a cocktail from a glacier. I know, this show rules but any way I was thinking I couldn’t do that. Regular Raymi can but drinking Raymi cannot. What I was thinking and feeling in that moment was every single moment of my life included alcohol along in it how was I suppose to fly in a helicopter and get ice? How can I do or enjoy anything in life if I don’t know where my next bottle of vodka is coming from while I am doing that thing and how do I hide it?

An addict is so severely dependent on their drink that they will put it first in line of importance in front of everything else in their life. They are mentally, physically, spiritually fucking dependent. If you don’t break the cycle it will get you in the end. There are so many other ways to die but this one’s probably the saddest. Addiction is an illness we are born with and not to get all AA but you have to admit that you are powerless over alcohol in order to move the fuck on and drop the bottle.

I went to AA and other groups but I have discovered that I can’t focus on myself when I am trying to save others too like I have all these suggestions for them. It’s okay to be selfish. I am done feeling guilty about putting myself first finally. I gave up on myself. I went into ahhh I’ll get around to leveling up at some point mode. If you don’t save yourself no one else will.

I let alcohol eclipse everything else in my world. I missed out on so many experiences which chaps my ass the most. Anxiety and fear take over instead. Fuck. I am SO glad those days are behind me now and I am focused on the here and now and tomorrow and catching up on lost time.

Boundaries become a new addiction and realizing you ain’t taking shit no more from anyone and the things you use you let slide ain’t happenin’ no more. It takes some people a little bit of time catching up with the new you. They are arguing with the old you and get confused so try to be patient but if you need to cut them off go for it because this is your journey.

I fell in love with myself again and I am still working on me. I quit smoking cigarettes for many years then picked it up in rehab and YES I will be talking about rehab in THE BOOK. I was smoking cigarettes like a fiend from rehab up til early December and now I’m done with smoking thank God. More on that later too in THE BOOK I guess man I love this new THE BOOK excuse I have invented for not finishing sentences or thoughts no but really there’s things I am saving for that not here.

But why THE BOOK at all I have asked myself what am I looking to achieve from it the book industry is dead who will give a fuck. ok the OG Raymi fans will plus me, I will. I am passed the point of needing a thing to make me big to save me or rock the world I am happy and secure in being an under-achiever and not even in a smug sense I am the kind of person now who is content with simple ass things it’s such a cliche so like, if i put some effort in I know that I can actually publish a book. I have all the skills, the talent, the contacts but do I have the drive THAT is the question am I afraid standing in my own way hell fucking yes ding ding ding.

My therapists, have been working with several, keep closing my file because they are like you are no longer fucked up you’re good now goodbye there’s just one left we spoke yesterday and I was like oh no not you too I need you! We talk about goals, my goals. So this is “a goal” as they tout in therapy and as humans it is supposedly good for us to have goals so we can cross them off our lists.

Growth is good. It feels good. It feels good to look back at the POS you use to be and be like girlllllll! Always keep around you friends who will call you on your shit and be able to laugh at yourself too oh fuck we love laughing at me trust me there is no escaping the roast fest what is my life. That’s the beauty of being a drunk you have a lot of stories and the bad parts your brain has deleted for you from a black out, win-win. It’s okay to repeat yourself too and forget you have already told that story. I was reading Chandler’s autobiography in rehab, sorry Matthew Perry, and it was wild and sad to read it because he wrote it before the relapse that killed him published it then died so I am reading this brief window of sobriety he has and knowing he’s dead while reading his new book was fucking harsh. He repeats himself a lot in it. Drunks do. I journaled while in rehab which I will transcribe into THE BOOK. Some stories are too painful for me still like stuff from when I was twenty but it’s okay I don’t have to do it all at once I am just happy to be here and thanks for listening I appreciate you.

your pal Raymi

ps. it wouldn’t allow me to upload a picture to this post and I am hoping that’s because I am on public wifi I had a nice picture just for this post will troubleshoot later. ANNOYED

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