Ready for more tunes? Ain’t time to tell ya why they’re good, but they are and you’re welcome.
Ready for more tunes? Ain’t time to tell ya why they’re good, but they are and you’re welcome.
HERE IS SOME MUSIC I AM INTO RIGHT MEOW. Sorry I yelled. Figured if I’m too zonked to make blogging happen at the very least. This.
Hot off the presses (only as in I just heard this but I follow is a song of my bf’s and I’s… sigh). Obsessed with Lykke li too.
I sang this one out loud a lot today, and played air keyboard when I waited for my K-cup to brew. Then, I did air guitar rock stance.
Angry girlfriend anthem music. This helped me focus on some copy today. It’s all music to work in offices by. Work bestie and I send music to one another on the regular. When we finally have time for that music show we will never have time for I will let you know, but hey this is kinda like it now so, win!
On a hot chip kick right now too.
This song. This video.
Go to 1:00 and see him skate, it is beautiful and surreal. Just listen to the whole damn thing.
This one just gets better and better then it really kicks in at 1:45. Also, stands the test of time.
Beck’s new jam.
I am running out of commentary. I have a ponytail headache. Okay PEACE! I may add to this post so check back.
ps. That title is another raymi original.
This is me informing Dave that he has Lindsay problems.
This was a magical night indeed. Dave’s set was amazing, interactive and fun. SUPER funny. A good friend of mine critiqued my set as, “strangely wonderful” and a lot of others present for it, and not, have said it was solid. Sorry to possibly over-hype but I am now confident to move forward and be easy breezy and more wonderful and better at my comedy craft. Since Sunday, I have been catching myself “being funnier” and just practicing my material all over the place on any person, place, or thing with ears or eyes. Comedy isn’t necessarily always about being “on” or a try-hard. It’s a natural inclination and shouldn’t be forced. Everyone has their own style and thing. Anyway, hope you like it. Don’t care if you don’t too! Not like I’m gonna quit my day job or anything a-hyuk. My work bestie who cut my video said it was like a funny ted talk, a motivational thing. I have always wanted to be a motivational speaker and a lot of the audience were young so I just transitioned into that style of delivery naturally maybe.
That is totally maybe quite possibly of me.
Dave is my gay bestie meow, it’s offish. I’m his mentor too. haha
As for Damara, where to begin… she’s a practicing devout RTMite. She has a matching flower tattoo of mine. Don’t ever say I ain’t meant shit to no one. We were gonna hang today but I am tired. #CoolStory!
Hey guys! I haven’t been blogging much cos in between all this internetting and working, I am reading hella magazines on Next Issue Canada‘s awesome magazine app. I is just a reader born to read, I is, I is. I guess you is too which makes me leaving you out to dry on RTM pretty, lame. Here’s some grabs I took of Miley in W magazine to make up for it.
How stalky does this make you feel?
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Hey remember that time I was in a music video for the beauties (and I had no idea it was being shot, not until it had been up for 2 months!) and you saw me all these times within a minute?
And in a vintage Puma tee no less. That’s the owner of the Drake beckoning me, we were hanging with him Stew and Trish and I. Fun night!
And then I danced. Like I said, I didn’t know they were shooting a video! I had come from burlesque practise and was all YOLO on a Sunday night, as The Dakota was wont to be those nights yeah.
Full vid here. Good times.
Doing stand-up tonight. Agh!
I have no idea what to expect, although I just discovered it’s a potluck and a lot of nice people will be there and I am going for a corporate asshole kind of dictator thing and you should definitely come!
It’s at the Tranzac at 7pm which is in the Annex 292 Brunswick Ave.
I might even discuss some of how party my Friday night was! You will have to stop filming at that part though.
Til then xo bro.
Ready for more emo Europe? Well good then because that is what you are getting much to the chagrin of other shit I have to do and well, sleep. I just gotta do it. When you are a crazy writer and you don’t pleasure write, your words become poison inside of you and guess what the only release is? Pleasure writing. Like how I once said the antidote to men, is more men. Like a coin with two heads.
Licorice brains. I wanted to buy this for the office but it was so heavy.
Although in hindsight it’s so much more hilarious and possibly appreciated. My dutch clogs are sprinkled throughout the office, dutch clogs and mini porcelain pill jars (vitamins, tylenol). It’s like my tradition now to go to this one store and buy a pile of crap because I like lighting money on fire.
It’s pure junk through and through though, pure junk squared.
Goodbye my friend. Impatient bf was like come on wtf hurry. Um, it’s just, oh I don’t know.. beautiful! No you wtf! I feel like my life is a non-stop dialogue cross between New girl and 2 broke girls. Oh, also, that show Girls too. AND LAST NIGHT, NEW GIRL QUEEN BEE Zooey Deschanel RETWEETED MEEEEE BTW!
Don’t worry, I know what my follow-up is gonna be. With a 35% chance of tankage.
Last night, or one of them. Three last nights count as your last night. Compliments of the house. Everyone when I instagrammed this photo was like OMG WHAT IS THAT “Yum” and OMG TELL MEEEEE NOW! Uh, relax bro it’s just mustard.
He made me bartend for him/us for a laugh cos I was requesting music so much, backfired though cos I sucked and had no idea how to respond to Dutch directions plus was drunk. He was going to the Caribbean in a few days so had island don’t give a sh– brains plus is awesome in general. Students came in for RUSH or whatever and their leaders told him to make them do bar work and he made them clean LOL. It’s one of my favourite bars and we’ve only been a few times but he remembers me and knows my bf/our friends/and sister too + he squeezes my arm while laughing exceptionally loud and crazy after making whatever joke he just made about me/us/it/that and everyone else immediately laughs too. Meanwhile, all these crazy things are happening around us at the time PLUS you can get free postcards there. And well look at him. Awesome.
Ehhhh. I instagrammed this and it is just as bad there. I LOVE THESE PEOPLE.
OH BEHAVE LAST DAY EMO. Oops caps. It still stands though.
We went to Germany on a Sunday (I believe) as one of our last milestones to do, to a restaurant we’ve been to many times but never before at night. It felt more magical that way.
I am the only English speaking person for every 5,000 so that lends a bit of intensity to the experience too.
Germany is cheaper than Holland to eat. However, your dollar does no go as far there.
Have a sweet night or something like that, can a German person translate thank you.
Bread for my ducks which we ate later on at home instead
I love everything about this place. In the summer time we rented a paddleboat out back. We became one with our duck and water fowl friends, it got intense!! I had to use my flip flop for protection and we were both in bathing suits.
I’d say this would be The Drake if they had a summer time Muskoka place Except this is in the middle of nowhere in Germany, a hotel resto with a lake and palm trees. A fireplace indoors and so much seating space, heat lamps and a dining are down below. I should be writing restaurant copy.
Huge bowl of bread you didn’t order, perfect for olive oil dipping at home. You order a salad cos you want to eat light then they bring you a bakery. We also eat it with salami later on.
I love baked things but they take ten yeas to cool down. You always burn your lips and/or insides of your mouth though.
This is what I like to call it’s a hotel thing. Decor is infinite.
Omg I spilled the beans. Oops. Psh. (it works though).
This drink was fabulous though.
Darling croquettes. Brought with mayonaise in teeny ice cream cones. WHATTTTT?
Oliver Twist was here.
It looks like a cruise ship.
Aaaaaaaand cut to Amsterdam. Weirdest upload ever, scattered, why I’ve avoided doing this.
Good times though. This fudge I bought was so weak, stale. I got Scamsterdammed.
By a palace of some sort.
Xmas lights. sigh
Honk honk ooh sassy.
I have a sinking feeling.
This store was out of control.
And yo were not allowed to take pictures. I did anyway.
These stalls to my right are special Christmas things. Charming. Fun.
My first xmas abroad.
Epic wine boxes.
Yikes and goodnight LOL. This is my Hunter S Thompson-ing.
Ski chalet beer garden ftw.
UFO heat lamp.
To be continued. ps. no-kay is a word I invented bye.
(I’ll edit this tomorrow).
The last supper. Yes from a million years ago. That is how behind and busy I’ve been, I flew back from Holland on Jan 16 and it’s oh look, February 16 – it only takes about a month for me to “do things”. Shall we then…
Lovely place, she.
Punk rock linen service.
I miss this place. Everything about it.
And that guy.
I love this restaurant, we’ve dined here before on the patio over summer. The food is quite good. We were the only people eating here and likely the first customers for service that day.
It is always a good sign when amuse bouche is brought out. These were wasabi something or other, sorry don’t remember it is too long ago.
I look psyched.
There is a hotel above this place too, it’s very boutique yet un-pretentious. Well maybe a little.
I had rabbit uh, something. Doesn’t matter not like you can go eat it anyway lol. I like how they went goth with it.
Some kind of steak, sure yeah.
He bought me this necklace in Germany from a weird renaissance faire we went to in the springtime and I left it behind for some odd reason.
SIGHING my brains out right now haha. They even got the olives right.
A glass full of feelings.
It rained a little bit too like the hugest cliche buzzkill ever.
I bought new boots today cos I got tired of looking like a skin. Although I do admire the look and overall aesthetic there too. I think something black is due, and why not make a little wardrobe upgrade?
Weird vacant vestibule area betwixt the hotel and resto bathroom and coat area. Good place for a mirror.
I uploaded these in a frenzy and have barely looked over anything. I’ve scattered shit around.
It will be one year in March. Time feels differently gauged in a long term thing’er though.
They brought out extra steak, we thought it was funny.
I am trying to remember what the hell this is, it’s not tartar. Hopefully there’s a pic of the menu coming up. Bf might remember. That brown ball is a date I’ll tell you that though.
Oh my god I forgot how much I love fries. And the dips. Dutch are big on dips.
He was making fun of how sad I saw, I think I cried a billion times.
The thoroughness of these pictures are hilarious to me right now.
Here’s a receipt from a buncha crap we bought. Tell me what we bought.
Guess we had a salad too.
Which was quickly massacred from that.
And he had mushrooms.
I must have enjoyed my hair day.
This was tartar, I loved it.
Okay we get it.
Okay, pumpkin time. Til next round in Amsterdam. PEEEEACE.