why are we letting princess george and in his little boy blue outfit take his toy canon and airplane glue and set things on fire and spend all the money we dont have and lie and cheat and steal and look dumb.
raymi why do we even have to think about these things? arent there some art project that need to go down?
arent there like a dozen young girls who idolize you who need to have a thrift store contest?
why dont we have our tv talk show yet? why arent our dreams realized? are you even in america?
come back to america raymi. we need you. come make it sunny here.
especially in hell-a.
im going to be 110 years old next month raymi.
american.
and youre 20?
god we'd make a great team.
im doing this thing this week where im not going to say any swear words on the blog at all.
i think i can do it.
i did it the last few days and it wasnt any big deal.
please come back to america where its the greatest and show us how to be the greatest.
i need your fashion tips. big time. BiG TYME. i want you to dye my hair, i want you to tell me how great Tsar is. theyre playing almost every day next month and this month. except for the suckey days.
oh raymi where are you girl? i dont even see your boy writing about you. i see him pulling the bukowski and getting terrible jobs at low wages. hes funny. when can i marry you two. i would.
dear raymi,