look at your writing a if it were written by your enemy - look for what is wrong. snub that bitch! when you read your own writing to praise it - you're blind to your mistakes - you can't see good and bad at the same time. you just can't.

"we're all wendys in peter pan, all going to grow up one day - we're all going to betray our childhood and stop believing."

can i walk up your ladder?

Thursday, July 20, 2000 - Oxford, ST EDWARDS not EDMUNDS!

room astray, the maids stole back the artwork i stole from the hallway. dagnabbit. they must think i purposely leave my room in the most disasterous of states - just to piss them off. i hope they don't go through my things.

an orange and black coffee for breakfast - shudder. eeuugh.

stumbling through the suburbs and i fell apart.

i can't believe i'm consuming this oily coffee.

August 10 2000

Portobello rd.

throbs of humans stalls upon stalls clothing, trinkets, sparkled belts, antique chests, tins sue smokes a cigarette after supper. pigeons gather at your feet sweat falls down your neck man piping his accordian boy playing the steel drums fresh peppers fresh tomatoes fresh food open patios eating the sun pints and people chatter and gawk i've seen your face before but will i see you again tomorrow

a couple holding hands in dreds him wearing a kilt her in a sarong beads on their wrists and 'round their necks makes you acknowledge your loneliness

who will hold your hand love, who will hold your hand

i don't even know the color of my own eyes i see my face minus the eyes

magic pony were at santa cruz last nite i lover them!

 
so we're gonna meet up youre wandering around i'll get on my board you know it's really not a big deal your friend says i am the only one who can help you and then he calls me a loser, no respect, none. i am emotionally drained. i just need to distance myself a little so you don't have the wrong impression and i need to get ready for the family shit going on later and i have to clean up my clothes and do something with my life before i get kicked out to that other house, you dig?  i hate being callous but it's the only way i know right now. 6 months was a long time to take and put up with what i put up with and i'm not saying i'm  the bee's knees here. you know we are all wrong for one another.
 

 
 i need to better myself. you need to better yourself. i love you and that's why i have to leave you because it is only getting worse. my feelings have changed. my heart is damaged and needs time to heal. i know you are hurting but there is only so much i can do. you are strong and you know it somewhere inside you is the thought of reason, tap into it, you know how to talk yourself out of this. in the end distance is what you need from me cause it only hurts you more to see me and you know it. i'm trying to do the right thing. please meet me halfway.

 
yeh i saw the killers we sat on the patio and only went in to hear the last two songs then we found a cat and made out with it we saw stripper cops do some promotion and one girl full on slammed the other's hand in the door of their truck and then was like why isnt this door shutting and slammed it more, so they went away. blonds. then went to lee's palace for the santa cruz party and sawre a bunch of friends i never saw before in awhile even ex dealer bf and everyone is like wow u look so mature and great and shit and im like i have a parasite, thank you, i took blythe too.
 
tim was fun he's like scream where are the white women at so i did and then i said one girl had to suck his dick and i called a bunch of 'em white devils and i sawre the vice tv carnage guy and i did the electric slide and got on the stage and did a backwards somersault flip thing but got embarassed. i liked the insync rollerskaters on carpet mucho good mucho good and i missed lucasaids' performance. again. he is the polkaroo of performing.
 

 
im fucking starrrving and i cant have dairy so i cant have grilled cheese and i wasnt suppose to have caffeine but im having some now and i was not even suppose to have a beer and i didnt i had 5.

 
im going to see the killaz tonite with phil ter, the hair, and the tan and hopefully if we are not on fire we will goto lee's to see the tallest mexican that i know and love.  we are all wearing pink co-ordinating outfits so look out for us. i'll be the one not wearing any pants.
 
and so i went to the clinic and i have to do a hmm "sample" tomorrow. there's this crazy red liquid in one ofthe vials that i guess i get to make a milkshake out of once i add my special ingredient to it.  that thing on my stomache i was freaked over was from my pants afterall. i called my mum at her workout place and was all oh my god this thing on my belly bla bla and shes like im coming right over, got here and was like that's fucking it im taking u there NOW that is NOTHING!
 
i read this from one of the fashion magazines and it made me think of all the drama going on in tim's comments over at floorboards.blogspot.com about racism and the like so here it is, and, i quote Murray whyte, fashion & architecture, June 2004 Fashion Magazine:
 
"Every culture has its own set of curses and obscenities, dirty words muttered under our breath, used only to belittle and disparage."
 
Murray also said that modernism is not style but it's an aesthetic philosophy, something directed toward the peeps with martinis who use the word modern. fuck don't you want to slap those people. modern is up there with fabulous for pretentious words. guh. me, yer lucky if you can get me to speak english half the time.
 
anyway, fags can hate on homophobe frat boys because they can and you can't do anything about it.  i come from suburbia and i live in suburbia and fag is used every ten minutes to describe someone's behaviour, outfit, things they say, what have you and these dudes are all frat boys who if were thrown out on their asses from their rich parents wouldn't have a leg to stand on in the real world because someone's credit card is always nearby.
 
i say fag all the time, ALL the time, AND lesbian and lesbo but i dont say it to people, i say it to my cat because he acts like a lesbo and it's cute you know.  and i say it to my friends to hush them or make them laugh whatever you say it your mom says it your dad says it your dinosaur says it.
 
using a word that hurts people to describe their behaviour can be tricky you know, you just have to be careful who you say it to and know that these people are your flight attendants, doctor's, accountants, best friend who you grew up with or even your child's best friend.  think about who you're hurting.
 
it's hard because it is ingrained in our psyches to say this shit and it be socially acceptable and the norm but until you meet someone like kissyfur who speaks out and openly of his sexual orientation and in fact has hiv you shoot him down and say he is whining and you call him a girl. fuck you. that hurts my heart.
 
what if all your life you were gay and everyone called u a girl for it everyday of this life and finally you grow up and find people just like you who dont call you a girl and then u go places and people walk by you and call all of you a girl and then you get hiv because of your gayness once you are finally settled and content with being gay after years of a closeted life and fagbashing and then you die.
 
look, i love frat boys and i love gays. frat boys just have to realise that it's ok to touch another dude's penis once 'n awhile and if that's not your cup of penis then don't hit a gay with a bat because it's his cup of penis. don't treat anybody like a second class citizen, ever.

 
july 7 2000
 
friday - the air is a buzz with what is to happen tonite.  extended curfew.  about 15 of us have opted for going to this house party we were invited to in gloucester gy this guy from new jersey while we were lost, me and sarah we were stupidly lost though not far at all from montpelier tucker and rebecca were there as well, in search of an irish pub.  we took action shot photos of us strutting down the street i bought this natural sexy drink made of yohimbe and ginseng i did not feel sexy drinking it skeptical mainly. finally made it back, stayed in finishing work it was good to relax though i didn't fall asleep any sooner read all nite long reading a new book.
 
so i bought my tube pass today.  went with claudia and sarah b all over in attempt to make it to st. paul's to work on the tour we have to give the class we never even made it there though we we went to other stores all around knightsbridge we'll go to st. paul's on sunday instead.
 
later
 
bina gardens basement flat 15 of us 7 of them all americans and us canadians by the end of the nite the canucks were telling the yanks how stupid we thought they all were and how they give us a bad name. v. funny. did my first funnel.

ok im freaked now i have a 2 inch under skin underneath my belly button looks like a worm print like u see those third world country peeps walking around with cept this one isnt raised it could possibly be from the pants i was just wearing but the thing isnt fading away like all the other lines/marks on my body did i took some pictures for you all mum is on way back to take me to clinic. fun.

 

  So Raymi the celebrity asked me to write a letter, and a LOVE letter at that as to why gays love and should love Raymi so she can publish it on her blog...I only HOPE this gives me a permanant link in Raymi bloggerdome, because when Raymi chooses to graffiti you, you know you've struck a chord. I can only speak for myself as to why this buttpirate loves Raymi. I came across Raymi's page once a couple of years back when I first got to San Francisco. I couldn't help but be drawn to her page, because of her very acidic, random, and extremely offensive (well, at different times to different people) sense of humour.
 
She's outspoken, witty, and even more respetfully UNAPOLOGETIC for who she is and what she is feeling. Why not? It's her fucking online diary, and YOU chose and choose to read it, along with the endless case of diarhhea that she chooses to shit into cyberspace, I guess shit never looked so good in cyberspace and if you look at a picture I raped from her site, it is quite obvious that Raymi may very well take a shit anyplace she damn well pleases...why not? Divine ATE another animal's turd for art and comedy and outrage in John Water's Pink Flamingos, and is a gay Icon, so Raymi chooses to talk shit whether important or not is just as arttistically brilliant because in everyone's right, they are their own piece of work...Oscar Wilde, Madonna, Liz, Raymi, Hun, Me...the list can go on and on about freaks...and whether most uppity fags want to admit it or not, you worship us because we say everything that you wish you could say in your tight little Ambercrombie trousers, but are afraid to because you would rather sell out to a media and become a cookie cutter image of a social reality.
 
You secretly masturbate to a memory of seeing a freak in the grocery store while telling another "freak" with piercings that you like "alternative boys" and that you have a "wild side" (oh and by the way, straight male or gay...Just because you down 4 beers and 2 shots of tequila and did something that only you PERCIEVED everyone else as thinking was funny and then you go to work on Monday and tell everyone that you we're "so out of control, DUDE" doesn't make you interesting, doesn't make you funny...it just basically is an unspoken commentary that the people who saw you basically and UNANIMOUSLY voted you, THE VILLAGE IDIOT!).
 
You would rather be anonymous and bash freaky people  for being themselves. Kurt Cobain used to purposefully kiss his bandmembers on stage to piss guys like you off at his shows (yeah YOU, you drunken closeted frat boy) because pretty much he didn't feel like being polite to you and you were the types of people he loathed period and YOU STILL CAME TO HIS SHOWS! Gay or not, you secretly want someone like Raymi or myself to give you a blowjob, and maybe we would...or just fuck you over in some socially unacceptable way that would not get people to roll their eyes, but roll with laughter because we could outsmart you...and then we'd come back on our blogs and cackle as we wrote about it, and then pretty much by that point it is in print...and is GOSPEL.
 
  I love Raymi because I see many interesting similarities between our thoughts, though I have never met her in person, but it would most likely be just another mate joining the bandwagon in my life of crazy people. I adore her because she's basically like a gay man in many respects: she causes outrage by stating opinions and she makes people laugh...just like a good freak was born to do. Gays should love Raymi because I have a feeling, she loves us back...

xoxo Kissyfur

 
i slept off my headache so im sorry we missed the movie im going to fix up my disaster of a face and we'll raymioke ok? sorry for being a sketchbag, like i want to be alone then i want some comapny and then i dont want to leave my house and then i am like i am lonely and bored and ridiculous and i am depriving people of raymioke so lets go po.

 
i have a headache
 
mum came home papa is ok his pain is eased tomorrow he takes stress tests then we'll know some more
 
just took a couple aspirins hope them bitches do their job

 

 
im losing it a bit im suppose to go to a movie and karaoke but i derno papakerouac was rushed to hospital in ambulance chest pains tried to take 6 pills to stop the pain but no dice mum has been there since 4 with nana no news is good news right she would call right i want to be there i might fagboard on over i might not he's in intensive care mum is ignorant and will prolly have cell on so ill call

 

 
July 9th Malone's restaurant/bar
 
it's so sad to be alone because we're alone, we're sad.
 
malone's (south kensington) - london, dublin and munich
 
"finest food from the four corners of the globe"
 
hmmph. we'll see about that.
 
watered-down fountain coke - just the way i like it.  pleasant acid jazz - soothingly sensuous
 
raining on and off all day
 
shoppe called ryman - the stationer, 'cross the way
 
wicker chairs green and white checked criss-cross back design.  chatter travelling rapidly all around me.  alone but not lonely.  people are insecure whilst alone.  they drop things because they feel they are on display - and are making a conscious effort NOT to drop something.  in the end, they do.
 

 
people who are alone appear to always be waiting for something - their life to begin - someone to arrive - to be acknowledged, who knows.
 
people who are alone are afraid - afraid of dying alone - they are unfortunate of not being able to share themselves with another.
 
people who are alone might choose to be alone - they don't want to deal with other people and their problems - though sometimes, it would be nice.
 
people who are alone smile a lot - they hope another person, alone - might notice them.

 

Hi Raymi -  I came upon your site from antis maybe a year ago.  After seeing
that last post, I just thought to tell you that I love your site and I think
you are very talented.  And despite being angry sometimes, it's obvious you
are very sweet too.  I'm glad you made it back from your trip OK.

I can see you ten years from now as a power wife, probably living in the
U.S.  I've noticed a trend among conservative men of means - their wives are
often way more fun, maybe a little out of control -- yet classy when they
want to be. It seems like you could play that role rather well.  I can only
theorize why these matches occur -- perhaps the women discovered at some
point that whiny 20-something boys who live with their moms don't really cut
it and the "dangerous" ones have about one-tenth the manliness they try to
project.  Maybe if you found a guy who has established himself in the world
you could just be free to be yourself and not think of it as being crazy.

Sorry if I've annoyed you.   Back to work.....
Eric

 
Hey raimycitymusichall,

I have not had the pleasure of cruising through your blog in a while, so I am not aware of the comments which have caused you to deprive the public, your public, to speak their thoughts regarding it. I gather some have offended your mother and indeed that is something no one has the right to do, family is one’s most prized possession and it should be sacred enough not to be badgered by people who obviously do not value it. Nonetheless I just wanted to tell you that not giving the chance to people to comment, even if only temporarily, will not make them change their mind, nor will it let them grow a brain or any kind of sensitivity. It is inevitable that someone will not concur with your lifestyle, the one that emerges from your posts at least. Unfortunately many people just get their kicks criticizing in a neither constructive nor humorous way… You say that you try to please everyone and make your blog entertaining. From the amount of hits you collect each day it is obvious you are well on your way to achieve such goal. I personally find that the most fascinating part about blogging is getting the feed-back from people you don’t know, be it positive or not, and being able to respond to them personally, and on occasion to verbally but subtly demolish their lack of intelligence or skills when they just write something meaningless out of boredom. So I guess that what I am inarticulately trying to say is that in the end you are not really punishing anybody, if not yourself. I mean people probably do comment on your blog for their own publicity, but that brings no damage to you. I find that often the comment box becomes a truly interesting site for discussion, delivering something that does not come across through the posts. It’s a little space in which you are out of character and it just adds a new twist to the whole deal, making it all the more entertaining. The artist, the author, is such not only when his work is read, but also when the reader is able to extract his own meaning from said work. Master Google has given all us nobodies the chance to taste such feeling, we do not own our space on the internet, and we do not own the right to tell people off, or deprive them of expressing their views. Notoriety, as anything has its disadvantages and of course encountering bored envious people able to write nothing but crap is one of them.
If you really seek to render your blog more entertaining, might I suggest you put the comments back on, and respond to those idiots, they will enjoy their 15 seconds of publicity and return to their suburban provincial little hole of ignorance. See I don’t even particularly like your way of writing, but I must say your blog does become addictive, whether one likes it or not; that means you have a gift: you are able to capture one’s attention; but what are you gonna do with it then?? Just leave there?? Let them speak their mind; I have trouble believing you are not smart enough to understand whatever is being said is nothing but virtual crap, if something bugs you deal with it, one on one. Banning problems doesn’t make them disappear.
Ok that’s more than enough nonsense from me
 
Cheers
 
A naïve fool

 
Hi Raymi I found your site a couple of days ago in the park slumped on a bench which said wet paint but it looked groggy so I took it home and gave it some food and a couple of fags and it seemed grateful all dark hair and smoke like you know how showed me pictures of a girl with short hair said they were a few years old now but she looked pretty and I realised it was her but when I asked her is this you her eyes averted spun over them black and grey head turned away much prettier with long hair although not sure about streaks I said in her coat photos she showed me strangers faces cats and places and her skin which was pale and made me ache breasts which made me embarrassed but this is just a picture she was saying my skin just skin look moles with her hair brushing the edges of my hand and waving from inside to her thin eyeliner I thought her face is screaming

LL. Cool Ray.

(ya like that, I just thought of it now, I, Am invincible!)

anyway, you fuckhead! I just realised I was NOT on your list of shitty blogs! I realise that mine is horsecrap, but you know, give a brother a break. I think I should be at least 3rd on the list. Reason why......because I am selfish, and I am lame too.

:)

So are ya gonna go out and find yourself some senseless sexual grat now that you are free? It's a leading question so look out...(not leading to me asking for sex either)....

I almost cut off my hand yesterday in some new factory in Ancaster, I was building a machine I sold....instead it was just a cut on my finger, and I wrapped it with electrical tape. ;)

Lates... whats the weekend bringin ya, you should come out with me for my friends Birthday.

Wanna..wanna...huh?

Craig MACK!

i totally lost my shit all nite long at coco bongo. this is when the mj came out and i was all YARRRRRRRAHHHHHH ARRIBA and mexy sluts were licking my balls that and my nose is the size of the ussr.

miad = milwaukee institute of art & design

emails = full thoughts & warm fuzzies

strange how people just take something and run with it...especially when they take it away from someone else. when i went to school at miad, we covered our suite door with female porn on a saturday....male on that sunday..we secured it with plastic wrap and duct tape. we also decided if anyone just said "could you please take it down" we would. we also put up a some construction paper for any constructive comments....it took about five minutes of people just walking by and writing comments to turn it into the dorm society page. there were a few pissd off students...a few jokes...then...one comment on someones comment..then the shit hit the fan. within a few hours we had to put up a second sheet...and raymi..this was no standard size sheet. this fucker was like 10"x 36"...needless to say...nothing brings folks together like bash'n eachothers opinon.

g raf

My show is in Spanish, tho hehe...

it's saturdays and sundays from 2pm to 4pm. The only part i hate is that i used
to have a 2 hour show, where i put all the music i loved. Iberoamerican music,
rock, and so. But they changed the whole radio station and now i'm stuck with
being almost a raido dj... but sure, i'll recommend your website ;) you can
listen to it thru www.laquemanda.com clickin on the link to do the broadcast...
2-4 pm (miami-nyc time)

hugs!
nana

west coast mom and dad

Sorry about all the bullshit people are giving you on your blog, sometimes no matter how much people may glorify you and worship you (and darling you KNOW you have an audience) someone will come along and ruin it. I'm just bummed I can't post a comment and say hi when I drop in for some raymiality...oh well...just know that some aids infested homo gets a tcell jolt whenever he reads your site. I hope everything is going well, and if people say you're a cokehead...whatever...you're glamourous I only wish my blog was half as entertaining..
xoxo
kissyfur

5 july 00

excited to get my hair cut and dyed today. a free trial offer for this student's portfolio, shogo from japan. the place is right near where i'm staying, sanrizz it's called. walking through the rain to breakfast after mailing some postcards. seems as though any part of my body which once was tanned is now pale. where is the sun? looking forward also to going to a club and dancing - which is my passion.

next day



hair = gone

dyed and more finishing up tomorrow at 2

had this terrible terrible sandwich for supper at tattersall - ham and mustard something you'd get for lunch in kindergarden from your mother except my mother was never stupid enough to give me even that - squishy/spicy/gross/soggy

BLEGH!

neck feels naked.

can't wait to shower and now i'll be saving tons of shampoo and conditioner and it was all free free free!

hungry now. wish there was a vending machine here with food. would really, really like that. my calves have bulked and hardened from all this walking.

special k breakfast for a snack last nite after the pub and im not talking about cereal

this morning woke up and fell out of bed from paralyzation

my fucking legs

i fell on my knees and they are scraped from the sharp dormitory carpet

free association is what it's all about 'cuz it's my bag baby cheerio

july sixth 2000

i'm from canada and we play bingo under the eye (i) five. (shake fist here)

met bennet, albanian guy from tattersall he's the bartender, has nose ring gave me k is kind of scarey.

11:40am 3 july 2000 monday in class

short attention span. today i am going to write the worst piece of literature and i'm ok with that.

in room twelve oh six - nice view

sixth, 13th + 20th

*anytime after 9:00pm

snagged myself a package of yogurt + green onion flavored crisps - so heavenly.

took the tour of the thames on the "big bus"

need to buy stamps.

everyone you look at is beautiful. though, they don't smile as much as us canadians do. going to wake up early tomorrow, make it for breakfast this time then head over to portobello road - nottinghill gate. very excited. going to research it. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2 july 2000 - i think
six twenty six am - montpelier st. knightsbrodge, london

waiting for knightsbridge food feyre to open so i can stuff my face with all the things i'm not suppose to. i've already definitely lost a few pounds. nice view of courtyard here at montpelier - quiet, unlike the busy street on the other side. so much havoc gone astray since the moment i stepped foot off the plane. will write about that later, need to unwind and enjoy the now.

went to a few pubs last nite - can't remember the names of [tea clipper and bunch of grapes]. yesterday's diet literally consisted of gum, cigarettes, candy, 2 pringles and a little bit of slop from the cafeteria at southside campus.

i want to explore but i have a class after breakfast (7 15am) which starts @ 8 30am. so hungry! thinking through my stomache now. tried a pims last nite s'well as beck's (yecch). hate beer. need adaptor plug for my bloody blowdryer -> my hair looks like a bird's nest.

i swear my belly must be eating itself from the inside 'cos i can surely hear it.

the sun is beginning to peak its way through my courtyard.

i wonder if people can see into the bathroom when i'm showering from other rooms across the way. weird how the shower curtain stops right where the window begins.

so hungry could eat a packet of sugar.

word to yer motha'

not everything has to be an audio post

sometimes you can sing thru the keys of the board

let's exploit one another

god damn i just put on the air conditioner

they don't want me to have cold air during the day

snuffing me out

im going to fold some laundry soon

and fix up myself

and think about how awesome i am

put on my ballet shoes and dance around until my cat trips me up on purpose

maybe i will wash those cups later ok

where do you expect me to put my clothes now that i live in the den

get me blinds or im continuing to walk around with my clothes inside out on the floor with me not in any of them, get 'er done

hey sidney/shelly from newly-legal sodomoy-town

music is my radar

where it's at

i have never ever written anything of a ficticious nature, ever. the only thing i change are names of places and persons. everything i say is true. my mum is in denial and says that i make shit up which i dont. i am not controlling or censoring anyone by removing comments just letting them know that there are certain things i will not stand for and dissing my mother is up there along with saying im a cokehead so to avoid banning people individually which is censorship i think i took comments down altogether and people are just going to have to deal with it for a little while. i pre-warned everyone when i re-added comments last time from taking them down for the same fucking reason as this one not to piss me off and it was fine for a few months or so but it happens again and again. i have every right to protect myself from negativity and to control the spreading of rumors. i dont need to read nasty untruths about myself. i dont walk all over anyone else's blog and start shit with them so what gives people the right to do it to me? i have feelings just like anyone else and im not even being a crybaby about it, i'm exhausted with your come-downs and you dont even want to talk to me or tell me your opinions, you just want everyone else to know them and simply starting your own blogs isnt good enough because no one will go to them if they're not linked from me, you just miss the personal negative attention you get from saying your piece in my comments and to get what you want you have to insult me which, as pre-mentioned, i. am. sick. of.

im an adult and if i fuck up that's my choice. if you are looking to blame someone, blame those who abused their privileges. a few bad seeds spoils the pot. and plus my mum can't even spell.

if i were a magazine or a newspaper things would be different i am a living being who in real life would be like talk to the hand mister and there is no way in hell you would say any of this shit to my face because it would be smashified and you know it, if not by me, by any other person who owns me. this is my blog and i can shit my pants if i want to you fucking cowards. if you have something to say, say it to my face but get your facts straight first. if you want to know the truth about something, ASK ME. i will tell you the truth. i am not ashamed.

i love emails, especially this one:

your page sucks. and queefs ARE your fault. We men know what queefs are, and what they are not - it's you women that are the UNeducated ones, not us men.

im not doing all the dishes you messed up while i was away

sorry

do them yourself

i'll do the next round

"fuck you!" i shouted, as the last car pulled past, "fuck you nazi motherfuckers. you want protect us so bad--why don't you do something useful like learn arabic!"

absinthe truth or dare jenga til wee hours on your worknite is my favorite

i think i crapped out a worm

im not kidding but it wasnt as long as this it was like 1.75 inches and it was wiggling, as in alive. i wanna go to the clinic. can i die from this? and if i crapped it out does that mean it's gone and there isn't a brother or sister inside me kuz i still don't feel quite right and i did eat a lot of eggs in mexico those sonsofbitches holy fuck and it was the same color as the one in the picture



tho it could have been the absinthe making me see things and the crap sleep

erwin on the bus in mexico sang some deutsch rap and everyone groaned but i loved it

i only thought of it because i almost spelt crap sleep like rap sleep

i beat angelo in chess

i got my ass handed to me playing this one italian dude it was stOrming on us but we kept playing even when the lits went out

if i die from some weird bacterial infection idunnowhat i am SUING club bananas well before i die or my mum can

niss made me feel bad for feeding the cats at dinnertime and i was like dude if i had an appetite right now i would be eating this garbage cow shavings myself

i think they gave me fleas anyhow

or maybe that was the blanket

i got period all over the sheets like every second i could

and i played soccer topless, volleyball too and me and angelo ran around tripping each other and throwing and kicking sand and shit like brother and sister but he started it neeahht

now i have lobster tits

im not going to drink for awhile and i mean it this time

comments are a privilege not a right. you're on a time-out, ok? if you want your opinions expressed, email me.

raymi's black says:

hi i missed you

necklace luky man says:

yes

necklace luky man says:

I am busy with our political reforming program

raymi's black says:

what does that mean

necklace luky man says:

are u in drinking session

raymi's black says:

haha no i cant drink anything not even water

raymi's black says:

are you going to overthrow your government

necklace luky man says:

I am reformist in my country

necklace luky man says:

no we want introduce party system in our country

raymi's black says:

are you liberal orconservative

necklace luky man says:

yes

raymi's black says:

no i mean which one are you, liberal?

raymi's black says:

so what are you going to do to change it?

necklace luky man says:

long time we are having one party system in our country .

raymi's black says:

which one is that

necklace luky man says:

that is only Government ruling party

raymi's black says:

ok well good luck makin yer shit happen

necklace luky man says:

we want American muliparty style

raymi's black says:

yeh it is the same in canada

raymi's black says:

except canada is way better

necklace luky man says:

yes

raymi's black says:

so i was in mexico you know

necklace luky man says:

really

raymi's black says:

yes for one week

necklace luky man says:

so how is there

raymi's black says:

good

raymi's black says:

i am tanned and in better shape, mind , body spirit

necklace luky man says:

very nice I shis u good luck

necklace luky man says:

sorry wish

raymi's black says:

thank you

ok so i'm back now and you know what i realise, you guys truely fucking hate me and my family and i'm not cool with that. first thing's first i DO NOT do COCAINE and i DO NOT whore myself and i AM related to jack fucking kerouac and yes i was wrong about when he died and my mum's birth ok, fucking crucify me you idjits. it's pretty annoying coming back from a nice holiday from this fucking machine to see such rampant disrespect towards my mother and every nice thing she has to say. she is a wonderful mother and loves me unconditionally despite every destructive thing i have put her and the rest of my family through. you are cruel cruel people who hate yourselves, your lives, your shitty striving for hipster i don't know whatness and you are all fucking banned. just because you hate me doesn't mean you have to take it out on my mother for crying out loud. shame on all of you piss-ants. and fuckdick munch who says there is no st. edwards, maybe it was st edmund's but it's no matter because it was referred to as teddy's campus and it's in summertown, oxford, also spelled sommertown and the program i took was a summer EXCHANGE program taught by teachers from ONTARIO, canada henceforth not available to tiny penis/fat vagina people like you during the regular schooling year.

keeping a blog is easy you think but it's hard when you know another one exists such as mine and you just can't take it because nobody gives a shit about you and your life and if i show my tits or my toes or my cat or blythe what does it matter anymore you're addicted and your hate only breeds more curiosity so what can i do to help you? do you watch movies with the stars that you hate in it? i don't know and im tired of trying to please everyone.

if i drink and mouth off and show my tits that's my business really i am very nice and sensitive and people like me so the rest of you fat girls and virgin guys can EAT IT.

and now back to cancun which btw i wasn't even in and yes i agree that it is so tacky tourist americanized blond gay gay gayness but we did go for one nite and it was fun, to coco bongo. we stayed in a HOLE supposed 4 star plus by mexican standards and that was quite generous mind you, in playa de carmen, which was awesome and yeh dont drink the water in mexico as tanky warned me but you forget about ice cubes and what they wash yer dishes with and everything else so i think i am 5 pounds lighter and i dont even want to think about food or tequila or sol but now i can speak some italian and spanish and im finally tanned not from a bottle and i don't even feel like smoking pot anymore.

it's good to be back and to be able to drink my own tap water.

today in mexico it was 40 degrees celsius.

i had enough of the heat baby.

and of the crappy b films on the only 2 english channels. their commercials are like fucking trip out seizure shiznat.

and now i will get a job.