the little boy reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a dime. a thin
dime. and standing on his toes, extending his arm, was able to just barely
slide the coin into the slot. he carefully punched the numbers, one, four, one,
five, eight, one, two, five, seven, three...three.
"she's in jail."
"who is this?"
"this is raymi's brother. she's in jail. she needs bail money."
"raymi the minx? is in jail? for what?"
"for being a wise ass."
"they don't put people in jail for that."
"in canada they do."
"i'll send the money."
yeah....that's the ticket.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
i was mentioned in yesterday's national post. sex tv is coming to the loft next tuesday to film me being a fat beasty hag for about 3 hours. yes. my mum might even be here that day too. raaad. i noticed that ive been a bit lack-luster with writing on this thing the last week or so. i've been very busy. ok these are all the nice things i have done. did:
go to ikea and spend 300 dollars, laundry, 4 loads of it, get the Mac 0/s thing running and the net going on the laptop and the Dell thing and install software so i can edit my videos and pictures off the pentax camera which also was extremely expensive. yah. then i put together the ikea furniture, two wood table/chair things and i will go back this week to buy a couch. i put this self-tanning thing on my body, from the body shop. aside from the splotches caused by my own doing, the tan looks pretty damn believable. i never have to go outside, ever again.
and then i did the regular hours spent in photoshop and sending emailsssssssss and making art.
i'm going to buy a glue gun today so i can start making those cute egg bunnies i wrote about on the shitty ebay page thing.
i just taught myself how to burn a cd of pictures. yay. now i can sell burnt cd's full of pictures. that's cooler than emailing them separately, right? tell me if you want that instead. man. technology is so fucking cool.
even i don't know how to read my sarcasm thse days.
i'm a mess.
please email these fake flyers i am making to everyone you know, ok?
I'm Anti's ex-girlfriend. Not that one, but the one before that, the one who moved away and lives in Brooklyn now. He came and visited me in New York once and I acted like a total bitch went he wanted to look at all the graffiti, which seemed strange to me even then.
Anyhoo, he doesn't even know that I've looked at his Blogspot. It's not a big secret or anything that I've seen it, he would probably be happy to know that I've seen it, 'rio76a3yh;t6yzvh e0o8r65q398. Blah di dar, a friend called me up and said "yeah, and there are these weird photos of some chick I've never seen before and she's in her underwear and nothing else and it's really weird." So I immediately went to his Blogspot and clicked on the link that led to you and darling, you are divine.
It isn't surprising that he says his friends "don't get you," and wonder why you are "so naked." I'd bet a full set of Fiesta ware and the lint in my coat pocket that they haven't read what you've written either. Not that your entries are based on explaining why you post the awesome fucking photos that you do, it's just that frank, unapologetic femaleness, whatever the fuck that is, isn't a hot commodity in that region.
Today was the first snow day, and everything in the city seemed muted and quiet and there was a bluegrass band playing in the Union Square station. I snuck the two-year-old I babysit for up onto the roof of his apartment building and we put pots and pans out to catch the snow. Later we had a snowball fight in his bathroom and threw them at the ceiling and the medicine-chest mirror and talked about how snow is white and made out of frozen water from clouds.
So, good job.