Tuesday, December 28, 2004
 Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation to raymi le minx.
raymi says: father christmas?
me: my love
raymi says: last time i interviewed you
me: so raymi le minx, you have a new man in your life. tell us about him
raymi says: no
raymi says: you are such a gossip queen
raymi says: like i know i am the paris hilton of blogging et all...
me: you talked about him in your blog just now
raymi says: yes well ok what do u want to know, u have to be specific and i have to agree to how the question is asked because if you havent noticed these days i am a big witch
me: ive never seen you as a big witch
raymi says: ok
me: and no, you will answer the questions
raymi says: well it's kind of a front
me: i know
raymi says: shut up
me: where did you kiss him first?
raymi says: on his mouth
me: drunk or sober?
raymi says: i forget
me: did he kiss you or did you kiss him
raymi says: i think i instigated it because i am the horny sex monster and he is more reserved
me: what made you instigate
raymi says: he's a babe
me: was it his ass or his eyes?
raymi says: he's the full package, like a hundred feet tall and geeky like me as in smart and he's older, i'm attracted to oldness
raymi says: he also has a motorbike
raymi says: and is sensitive but also an asshole and likes cats bla bla, arent bloggers going to be annoyed by all this cute love shit?
me: never pander to the audience
me: theres a picture of you on one, can you drive one?
raymi says: no thats not me that's aimee u moron
me: you guys look totally alike
me: plus i dont believe half your blog half the time
 raymi says: well it's all true u big gay
raymi says: just kuz yer blog is all fantasy crap doesnt mean everyone else lies
me: good point. so wait are you in love?
raymi says: yes
me: how long after kissing him did you tell him that you loved him
raymi says: i didnt have to tell him i think he got the point
me: so youve never told him
raymi says: yes i have
me: how long after kissing him did you tell him that you loved him
raymi says: i forget
raymi says: my philosophy on loving someone is, just say it and who cares how they react. although some dudes are big commitmentphobes kuz maybe their ex lova's were cunts to them and did bad things so now theyre all nervous about being involved
either way, as a species, humans are not meant to be alone so u may as well jump right in whenever u get the chance, and eventually u find the one who u decide not to fuck around on because u know theyre not gonna do that to you
raymi says: ok this is me basically interviewing myself, what the hell are you doing? are you crying?
me: im giving you time to type, ho
me: take it easy
me: how many boyfriends have you told that you loved them
raymi says: all of them
me: haha
me: why are you being so defensive
me: youre miss i dont give a fuck
raymi says: im not being defensive
raymi says: when was i being defensive
me: youre not answering the questions and you know it
me: i may as well interview the president
raymi says: which question did i not answer to your liking?
me: all
me: how many bfs have you had
raymi says: u asked me which boyfriends did i say to them i loved them
raymi says: and i said all of them
raymi says: did u want more detail?
me: of course
raymi says: ok next question.
raymi says: well be more specific with your questions.
me: fine
raymi says: remember yer talking to the majorest deflector of personal questions ever who is also a smartass
me: why do you deflect personal questions
raymi says: and also every single ex bf reads my blog who will in-turn read yours. u ding a ling.
me: fuck them
me: why are you suddenly caring what people think
me: you just totally reamed non-size-0 women in my comments
raymi says: because i grew a conscience
me: and yet youre worried about 5-6 exs
me: uggg
me: let me extract it
raymi says: well ask me a question that i feel like answering then
raymi says: im allowed a bit of privacy arent i
me: whatever you say naked chick
raymi says: grr
raymi says: so because i get naked that means i have to share all my dirty secrets.
me: definately
me: because talking about kissing and love is so dirty
 raymi says: thats bullshit and you know it
raymi says: ok ask another question blonty
me: are you happy that i bought jaime's poster of you
raymi says: do u want me to talk about the two drug dealers who were abusive to me, and negative shit like that
raymi says: yes i am happy.
raymi says: i am drawing a picture for you right now in paint
me: awesome, email it to me when youre done and i'll post it
me: no i want you to talk about love and kissing
raymi says: ok last nite we got loaded drinking whiskey and ginerales and i was like YOURE CUTE every 3 minutes and kissing him and shit and we were watching return of the king and he was all sick and i was crawling around being drunk and gay and he was drunk too and took a bunch of not flattering pictures of me and my pants pulled down
raymi says: gingerales not ginerales
me: i love gingerales
me: is it the canadian national non beer drink
raymi says: we ran out eventually and so went to coca cola
raymi says: i guess so. u can mix it with beer to, that drink is called a shandy, shandy ale. it's very british.
me: never heard of that
raymi says: well thats because u are american and u dont any better
me: ps youve never taken a bad picture
raymi says: well u dont get to see those ones
raymi says: hm i am making u a gay banner
me: how did you know i needed a gay banner?!?
raymi says: well u use them all the time so maybe u might want one made by me
me: if they change it so foreigners can run for president i would run with you as my vp
me: and the whole fucking thing would be televised
me: on pay per view, fuckrs
 raymi says: and then we would be assassinated
me: fine with me
raymi says: no i dont want to be assassinated. i want to live and be scared that i will be assassinated one day, i dont want it to actually happen though
me: are you familiar with the works of mr. gg allin?
me: i believe he was canadian
raymi says: who the fuck is that
me: great punk singer
me: didnt give a fuck
me: had the tiniest weiner
me: didnt give a fuck
raymi says: thats another thing about canadians, we dont even know which ones of us are canadian. if you arent celine dion or john candy, then you arent canadian. basically
me: cut himself with broken bottles when he sang his bad punk songs that were oddly really good
me: i dont think he was canadian
me: i made that part up
raymi says: wow he sounds like he didnt get much attention as a kid
me: i think he was from jersey
me: hed poop on stage and throw it at the crowd
raymi says: thats fucknig dumb
raymi says: i'd punch him
me: he kicked the fans
me: all he would ever have on would be cowboy boots
me: for kicking people
me: when are you moving?
me: and where to?
raymi says: toronto
me: how far away are you now?
raymi says: not too far
me: are you moving in with your boy?
raymi says: no
raymi says: with ward
me: do i know ward?
raymi says: i write about him all the time. he is an idiot savante
me: whats idiot about him then?
raymi says: he's very smart in that dept. like taking them apart and putting them back together again and he builds them for people as a side business
raymi says: oh he's ADD with a sprinkle of dyslexia and he's kinda socially inept and doesnt think til after he does something and doesnt remember stuff.
raymi says: u know like so smart that hes dumb. like rainman cept in a different way.
me: how did you meet him?
raymi says: drama class, high school.
raymi says: grade 11 i think, tho he is a year older, the worst acting skills that i have ever seen
raymi says: fucking hilarious
me: you really need to be filming your entire life
raymi says: i know
raymi + about raymi + i think manic
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