newcomers to my blog don't "get" the raymi. when she says she is going to eat a goose they are like how would YOU feel if the goose ate you?
moron, why the fuck would i eat a goose?
am i not allowed to be sarcastic anymore?
anyway, people who don't "get" me usually think i am crazy.
"She has all these like, WORDS and long SENTENCES and she is NAKED and she uses caps lock and spells RAAAAAAAAAAWR she is mega fucking crazy!"
this probably isn't even worth addressing, however, it gets on your nerves eventually when you're trolling the internet and some random person links you in a messageboard and then some other messageboard frequenter, usually a psychophant girl will say "that raymi girl is CRAZY."
YOU WANT CRAZY BITCH I'LL COME OVER TO YOUR FUCKING WORK AND SHOW YOU CRAZY!!!
people who think i am crazy usually listen to bryan adams and own a tea kettle from ikea and practise feng shui.
dude everything is so totally going wrong this week, i know i'll put everything from the master bedroom in the kitchen and a few pebbles in the upstairs bathroom all along the bathtub, no, on the window sill and i'll put the couch in the crawlspace and the tracklighting in the closet and i'll hang the shoes on my coat hooks.
people who are "zen" are retarded. when they sit there calmly "being zen" it only makes me want to antagonize them and do everything possible to make them un-zen.
"Wherever you go, there you are."
thanks, you figure?
"It is what it is."
uh are you sure? i thought it is what it isn't. what do you think about that?
"It's no matter because there is no is."
oh my god i am going to rip out my hair if i don't stop thinking about this.