yah yell at me some more i love it.

hung with parkdalemassive and parkdalemiddleton today and also last nite and i finally saw how much of a scarey loser i was on the tapes. filmed more. went to magic pony on queen (785 queen st. w)and saw're kristn and steve and they gave me the blythe doll because they are amazing and i also bought a bunch of other junk. white people selling jap crap back to the japs is funny and good. we ate at la hacienda and i was rude out loud and called noel an old man and this other guy made a angry face when i said that and raymi was bragging about her new temperament and craig has a growndup girlfriend now and we made a new friend who is on crazy anti-psychotics that i was also on a while back and he sat cross-legged and grabbed noel and craig just stood there laughing and i hid in the bathroom. kristin is all it's weird and cool that you guys are hanging out again like old times. im going to move out soon. things are getting weird real fast and i am not digging it anymore.

wicka wicka wicka.

and i bought the greatest old man shoes adidas tobacco colour and also a shirt i didn't really try on properly but it was only 22 bucks so pshhhh.

breath on me britney spears holyfak speaking of which:

when does the post office close? whatever it is friday. things are open later friday. and they should be. i have to ship some junk (literally) to bojangles for his 25th (ancient. dusty. dinosaur. cobwebby.) scurred day on monday june 7 (ak!). scurd-of-it-going-to-suck-day. john you rock 'em 'til the cops bust in and hug you like a monster. definitely.

i think there is a purty tonite or somewhere going outsville we will see. i'm gonna meet mum.

knock knock
who's there
interrupting cow.
inte-?
MOO!

sorry, weird tits. i smell like suntan. it makes my pussy wet. i sat on the bed naked waiting for it to dry and could see my vag 'n all in the mirror. tanned vag.

i think i am going to go out and buy stuff after i make myself look less spanish.

i ran out of weed. i am wearing pink mocassin supose to be in style sandals things. i drank a pepsi for breakfast. i read a little bit of a friend from england, some book, nothing special. but i like the way it is written all dissing the dumb elitist rich boring loafters in their fancy clothes and afternoon booze sitting parties. gah.

this one is for my brother. man it's bad.

go to their shows they are fantizzle. that's lucasaids my hombre and old roommate. i want that futon back someday.

marquee is the new black.

gsus took this.

i slathered gooey tanner shit all over my nokkid body.

today i am going to sing until the cows make milk and i looked slammin' in my new skirt thing yesterday and dammit mom you are so totally awesome!

hollywood agent in the comments has a point about many things mainly at the top of his head. i would not bang someone to further my career. unless it is for like a jillion dollars and ya u say u is a ho if you do that well who wouldn't? oh i wouldn't compromise my morals like THAT but sheeit you can call me any silly name you want if it means i am living in a golden hot air ballooned mansion in the tropics with diamond tampons and scissors and all i have to do is well whatever.

money can't buy you happiness. what you have become is the price you paid to get what you use to want. once a douchebag, always a douchebag.

everyone make me the best raymi banner you can. send submissions to raymitheminx@gmail.com - the best banner gets used longest, firstest and person gets linkage and a secret present. other banners will be used if they don't suck. there will be 2nd place and third too. do it! help make this amazing.

so i just finished hacking the shit out of this jean skirt i had and now it is tiny enough to wear and hot looking kinda but still trashy just the way i like it.

i have an interview thing for an acting agency on june 8th.

i better get famouser.

i tanned and tanned in the backyard and now i am so mexican.

my aunt is coming over soon.

i'm going to start jogging or riding my bicycle.

something that will make my ass disappear quicktime.

i did all these gay sit-up style workout-nothings and they all sucked and totally turned me off sitting-up a hundred times for the day. fuck that noise.

my breath smells like purple onions love them shits so much regular onions are so boring i am like man i am so bored because i am eating this onion and it entertains me not at all.

sorry hamilton.

sorry funky monkey.

sorry action hero bouncers.

sorry free hamburgers and 2.50 domestic.

sorry leaving my purse on the plastic patio chair and fin had to carry it around.

sorry wet vagina.

and fuck man when i was on lithium at those drug and alcohol meetings every week that suuucked. i was the not talker. period. and they brainwashed us clockwork orange styles with shit about ether in alcoholic beverages which basically can kill you and put you in a coma and all the junky shaky hands with coffees are going ahhhhh! i hate writing in those sheets like dude i am a fucknut and i never see anyone or talk to anyone so i am not getting druuugs or booze mmkay? leave me alone.

so they wouldnt let me in this intensive 3 week program on account of me not talking, im fucking serious so i pretended to be all hurt on the fone to the woman but my mum was super pissed off but i kept seeing my psychiatrist every three weeks sitting there saying nothing period and apologizing and tearing up and going um ah sorry there no i have not read any books and no i dont excercise and he asked me what things i enjoyed and made me happy and my only answers were smoking and price is right and sometimes survivor.

serious.

but then all of a sudden i got interesting again and i had things to say.

sorry peppered beef jerky.

sorry fags singing bohemian rhapsody.

sorry hamilton.

allfuckingright we're taking slides and selling them amazing amazing oh the lense cap was on. itll be the new thing, selling your photo slides. sick. this camera is really cool. it's a nikon f60 slr. hot. i am so fucking gay today i look like i am wearing leiderhosen. ow i banged my knee just now. tho i am wearing irish tube knee socks i scratched my knee.

do it or i'll go in there and edit it for you later

Today's blogpost is sponsored by Raymi smoking in bed

Fuck! Linda Blair in Excorcist II is hot shmot. damn. She can projectile vomit on me anytime.

kristin of magicpony is going to light a fire under parkdalemiddleton's ass to rent somewhere extravagant for a raymi ballroom gown molestor party with dance contests and karaoke and violence.

Yow!

Yesterday it was a scurry thunder lightning storm a lot.

i had wild dreams but i forgot them all.

I cleaned up this mess of a sittingroom.

I hope I get hair conditioner today because yesterday my hair turned to hay and i had to wear it in a ponytail braid because I am polish.

i need more tampons already. i am a bleeding machine. i run up the stairs like a monkey or a fucking killing machine my arms and hands like karate chops back and forth and then i am out of breath when i am leaning over in my closet searching for a gramma sweater, panting and puffing thinking i am a crazy person.

sitting around giving off static.

"Do you have mental problems?"

"A few."

thats what the police ossifer asked blond girl in the skeezy hotel room in prostitute town when she was shivering in bed. xavon was with her outside in the cold in her leopard print bikini and pimp jacket and he was trying to sell her and she was dancing to her own internal rhythym and the cops came. it was 6 in the morning and they hadn't slept yet. and then she go go danced on the television.

i wasn't interesting enough to hang out with them that evening.

Do this enjoy this mail it to secret address i post in a couple days this is your mission should you choose to accept it i will mail you something back. also send five dollars with return postage. or just send more money.

fuck you nevermind make your own damn wordsearches.

fockers.

go look at the about raymi blog.

i was only joking when i said no one talks to me on msn. well half-joking. no one emails me is what i meant to say.

you guys are all assholes i provide you with millions' hour's worth of entertainment and you don't even fucking talk to me on msn. well none of the cool ones do anyway. blannnt!

this time around bowling for columbine made sense to me last time i was on lithium and all whaaaa this is boring why are they in fatigues walking around michigan and putting a gun on a dog's back? that's amazing.

im sitting here looking at my last smoke trying to decide when the best time to suck the shit out of it would be. it's raining like mental and the sound of it is loudest in this room on account of the skylights. i use to think it only rained over my house though i won't get into that jamble of paranoia right now.

i'm trying to eat slower so the message of being full gets to my brain properly and i can stop gorging myself. i'm doing sit-ups too. gah! i know. i haven't done sit-ups since i was a fat drunken 16 year old lesbian. and then they never worked. i weighed like 135-140 lbs then. total drunken heffer. mind you i'm 5'9 so it wasn't really overweightness, it just looked like it. my face was so fat and bloaty and my tits were bigger. maybe not. maybe i dreamed they were.

my hair was down to my ass and blond and i wore nothing but skirts and heels and sometimes curled my hair. this is when i thought i was a yuppie and hung with corporate frauds so i was always loaded and doing it.

but eventually you learn that it's the dirtbags who are having all the glory and fun and the corporates who's shirt and tie equal prison clothes 9-5 lives, are not anymore.

i wish i knew how to write in english.

ok i'm going to smoke this now.

james!! hi JAMES!

i just spent over an hour learning about tel aviv boy prostitutes on tvo. that channel always airs specials on these hot young fags what is the deal with that noise? like in the mornings they play sesame street et al and every chance they get otherwise it's all dirty old men in tiny cars and their hairy arms getting their boys a flat and cartons of cigarettes type documentaries. who the fuck is in charge at tvo? is it suppose to be a lesson for tvo kids like if you are a trouble maker at home and your father touches you you can run away and we will film a two-hour special about you huffing chemicals from plastic bags and hangin' out in the gay garden on benches and curbs telling us your sob stories about dirty mattress rape sessions when you are a 9 year old boy and years later when you go back to your hometown of nubsel the secret service nab you and beat the shit out of you and you do jail time for 4 years over a crime you didn't commit.

tvo you are awesome and i want to give you a blowjob.

before that i watched the biography channel, 3 hours worth of the hussein family shiznat. i'm sure you all know enough of that story.

famous erratic people being angry with you is amazing.

i was just eating the shit out of some chips and i ate a few hairs. i fell asleep on my front in the sun in my bikini in the backyard and had crazy dreams and sweated like crazy all over the towel. i'm sweating like crazy every nite. i wake up drenched right thru the pillow even. pshaw?

what a drag it is getting old.

sue me mick jagger

regan called me 4 in the morning i was at noels and she was an e-tard and had already propositioned ndidi and i was her choice two and even said oh so i'm second place maybe if you called me first and i said come over here then and be with us and she said no i just want to be with a woman alone and then she called back ten minutes later begging for me and i said no i kinda like this guy so i didn't go to her but then noel sends me a you are going to hate this email message dumping me a few weeks later anyway. regan, i blew it.

boondock saints - hot film. woah. not only kuz the irish dudes are hot city, just kuz of the violence and guns and toilet landing on the russian guy from the top of a building. i want to get a hail mary tattooed on my neck now.

here i am with scooby. i know i look like total ass. this is when no one would swim with me because i was constantly urinating in the pool. blerp.