moving day specials

we sat in the car for an hour to get to adventurehouse. cos of construction and caribana holy crap never move on caribana fyi. i can run to advhaus in 5 minutes.

quite an interesting day to move and have a yard sale what with caribana and shootings and hammer beatings happening right down the street and around the corner. i gave a pair of shoes to a girl for free cos she lost hers in a stampede chasing after her niece. likely when that shooting happened. bush league right, jesus. they were my grey/black leopard flats and fit her perfectly she got pretty emotional when i asked if she was ok, still stunned from the happening. we’re kind of used to that bullshit over in this naybe and is somewhat expected during caribana. sad but true.

meanwhile have some fruit!

ill miss cind and reg’s car out back.

lots of caribana girls. great costumes.

hello kitty caribana can you imagine?

i don’t even remember who bought or stole this nor does anyone else recall how it disappeared but it’s funny how obsessed you get with selling something, even if for just 2 dollars, take it idiot it’s practically free, never been worn, yeah you got a bit of a gut bit this’ll look awesome on you and nevermind why the hell they blatantly selling a gift i gave to lucas in front of me anyway. bad garage sale etiquette dudes. i didn’t care. next time no souvenirs lesson learned.

by the end of the day we were just giving it all away for free people couldn’t believe it, trust guy, there’s triple this inside.

so much more inside, things i should totally be selling but it was too late and no point. i’ll get more money for my junk elsewhere. is bellwoods having another marketplace thing? fuck that i can just do it alone. with balloons and hot girls.

my aunt was a huge help to me, so organized and thorough i was just going to put everything in garbage bags and deal with it never haha.

two little raymis were fighting over this bag and i didn’t have the time to deal with it RAYMI@RAYMITHEMINX.COM if you want it still. it’s roxy.

steph gave me that shirt.

i got a nice little bundle of shirts and stuff off the roommates pretty sweet including this retro two-piece suit i dunno where i’ll wear it.

pool table at the airport. lets get there early so we can play snooker! totally! pfft right.

the point of these fabulous shots was the mountain. i think i am mountain obsessed.

i like how my hair looks here. i am happy no one bought my wedges i almost sold, the ones i bought for wakestock now that i know how to walk in them. those puppies are way more stacked platform than my steve maddens. stoked. i tried them on for my aunt yesterday. also i have her old wooden clogs. SUMMER OF RAYMI!

this is the part when i started going crazy. i only had one cupcake then the most syrupy pina colada ever then i said fuck it and started dancing to adele and a girl turned the song off on me and i froze and she turned it to a shittier song and i went to sit down and she goes oooooh you’re mad at me come dance with me now! trying to pull me off the couch, i don’t know what she turned the song to but it was horribly undanceable i looked at her and said I WAS DANCING. teacher just looked at me and said yup, that happened as in mean girl shit. it was intentional.

after the mountain. wiped and refuelling.

i’m the only one who got sun on this deck, it wiped me out even more, well, just made me mellow i really enjoyed it. glad i showered i was deteriorating rapidly into mountain garbage.

creepy photos. steph is holding a pina colada and wisely put more ice in it. tasted like a white freezie smothered in malibu rum. like shards of slashed ice. it was interesting. not creamy milky like a typical pina colada and i couldn’t taste any booze by this point in the trip so i was like is there even a point here i don’t know if i’ll even get ripped from this acid reflux-inducing delight. it was bottomless but i think i managed 3/4 of it.

one of my favourite parts was night walking.

very dreamy nostalgic and still, in the sumer night. perf doobie walk basically if one was wont to do that then pop in a copy of daze & confused.

classic canadian carhole party.

another new steph shirt. soo tight! brand new. she has a specific style so i get all her weird girly frock shirts. yay!

i gave her a pair of new flip flops from ON, bronze. she spilled beer on the van couch.

it’s interesting when guys “decorate”.

this is an awesome banner cos he’s not the only son, there are three, and he’s not even the favourite son either bahahha. everyone in thunder bay is hilarious by the way, lot of ripping and jokes, you gotta have tough skin to hang there, fuck, i can barely take it ahahha.

and then i was a banshee.

not spunk. it was a persian fiest. once you have one you cannot stop.

this is us leaving thunder bay for red rock. we were pumped.

oh yeah heard the dumbest thing at the coffeeshop, a girl said i HEARD from my friend who has a place in toronto and like, in parkdale i think, they left their door open and came home to a crackhead smoking crack in there. teacher and i just stared at her this hipster wannabe thing. yeah, because when we leave doors open in the city a silent crackhead dog whistle sounds and crackheads (who never actually HAVE crack btw) materialize out of the bushes and side streets and zero in on your house exclusively to get lit, and by the way NO ONE LEAVES DOORS OPEN IN TORONTO MAYBE MORONS FROM THUNDER BAY WITH APARTMENTS IN PARKDALE haha actually i have a few friends who stupidly leave their doors unlocked and have only been broken into twice and robbed and attaced altogether three times BUT that’s besides the point you cannot talk about toronto like that much like i can’t talk about thunder bay like that. the toronto hatred is this: they don’t actually know shit about toronto so they make up fables as facts and they’re just angry we make the decisions for them and think the province should be split in half and meanwhile crackheads are thumbin’ their noses at ya right? ps. the term crackhead is politically incorrect. it’s crack addict for future, they have feelings too and are humans. if you live in a sheltered bubble you cannot throw stones.

doing my nails a random hodge podge which coincidentally (kismet) trend-swept the netz. i left two nails bare, one thumb gold from a bottle i tested and then two other shades oh i forget. i am obsessed with getting the right fluorescent pinks and oranges now and i haven’t got my bottle off paddy yet. there’s also a troll obsessed with telling me i have cellulite too. please guy, you either get that at like 20 or you don’t i don’t understand why some woman has to attack me mischa barton style like what if i have a ripple and then the rest is smooth? is that ok with you do you have to tell me this in my comments? does the world stop spinning if you don’t wound my heart?

parking lot hang!

cellulite? hmm nope. thank you come again!

ok i’ve been sitting around naked long enough gotta get back to moving world now. man you really learn who your friends aren’t on these special fun moving days right.

alos there’s this thing. total stripper gear. the top took a bit of patience to figure out, tying it between your bewbs what?

i am going for a suicidal run tomorrow. watch out.

not exactly a thong in the back but pretty skimpy. i don’t care much for the pirate thing but it’s fun so whatever. may come in handy for something.

Hi Raymi,

Thanks for the bday wish! It’s pretty crazy that I still read your blog, almost on the daily after I dunno, 9 years?
I’m still not a fashion designer, for a few different reasons, thus why I’ve not sent you loads of clothes…but one day, I promise, I will.

The reason why I’ve always read your blog is because of your wit, your integrity and your beauty/ sex appeal. (still not a lesbian either, my hair is longer since I met you too!) I fucking hate/get so frustrated with the internet, I only read like 2 other blogs. Hipsterrunoff (barely anymore) and Hel-looks (all photos anyway), so you can see how serious I am about the internet and please take that fact as a compliment. Over time I’ve noticed that you have posted a fair bit more about haters or dramas that are going on on the internet and in T.O. It flys completely over my head. I have no fucking idea who you are talking about most of those times, but I guess it’s important to bring attention to that aspect of your life and let out frustration, and it’s very eye opening to me and relateable to those who are familiar with those scenes. I think it’s bewildering that you have these people that actually pester you enough to trigger you to write to address them. I only have respect and support for your own choices of which parts of your life you wish to share on your blog. It is your blog, so I take it as that. Anyway, I don’t know if we would be the best of friends, mostly because we might just try to upstage/out banter eachother but I do think if you make it out to Vancouver sometime again, that you should give me a buzz.

P.s. I do actually have a hook up to Hello Kitty jewelry and probably a plethora of other tat…living/working where I do… maybe send me a picture of all that you do have, because I can’t remember from your blog…and I will send you something?

Hope all is swell!

Bronwyn

oh i dont upstage i have lots of tens and 8s as friends and im just happy to be in people’s company if they just let me be me yeah? i’ll take any hello kitty junk off your hands. i like that we are still in touch. i have nothing but positive fond memories of you. im going to post your message on my blog if you’re cool with that. would absolutely love to catch up for real sometime. still the same person just changing hahah. a bit delirious waiting to board for tbay right now. xoxo

Watch what you say the devil is listening.

the kerouac bar with the classic “mad ones” quote in the middle of the bar on a chalkboard.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

now being a relative (and for some reason not being allowed to talk about it cos of the snotty ways of others) and having a drink here, it was pretty neat. more so from the stir i caused walking in all long legged and boogie nights. i changed in the bathroom. i don’t care if it’s a kerouac-inspired bar, i didn’t see one bohemian, maybe some local hipsters with a better than you vibe emanating around them like a forcefield. the only person i wanted to talk to was whomever put the quote up, named the joint, actually gives a shit and is the kerouac fanatic.

lots of eligible dudes in thunder bay, ladies, not bad seeming catches either, though in every town, in every “best of” watering holes you’ll find these people during happy hour on a friday. i have more pictures of dude clusters staring at me but yeah, no need.

what am i supposed to do though, say hey i’m your girl everywhere i go? i think it’s tacky. i know many other big mouths who scream that they’re a blogger a mille down the road before you even meet them, talk themselves up waaay bigger than necessary or is even factual as for me, i’m ten years patient with this racket. in slow towns the only concern there is is survival so take your social media and fuck right off. i figured the owner might be slightly stoked to have a legit living writing kerouac bumblemouth in the house but we didn’t have much time nor will. i don’t like that mad house quote much anyway, i did as a juvenile, and i fully wholly get the blatant meaning behind it but i am hesitant to pay too much homage to the frivolous mad ones cos i respect hard work which is more than required to get your mad little art out into the world, recognized, and influence and i’m talking influence supreme not circle jerk ass kissing your way to the top and fangirling everything.

i knew if i revealed myself as a kerouac looking the way i do, it just isn’t fair. it’s crazy. sometimes you feel bigger than yourself and you can see their mind made up about you before you cross the threshold and you have to make a choice to either sequester in the corner or own it. i typically choose corners where i can watch them back and make up little stories, vignettes, and be amused by their banal observations and incorrect facts. the dawson’s creek theme song moved a woman to say that it reminded her of dawson’s creek. i think i am just addicted to fucking with older men and am endlessly attracted by them and so, every move in life i make revolves slightly around that and women get caught in the crosshairs. i started this blog to allure men, (minx duh) make money off them and then by 21 i’d be a rich p0rn mogul but then women started reading my blog and hating on me, so i fought with them and ughhhhhhhhhh hahaha. teacher and i are both insane today cos i’m moving in. he just had an anxiety attack up on the deck and i am paralyzed in fear with piles of stuff to bring to adventurehouse to sell where melodie is waiting and my aunt is coming too. i will be drinking coronas until the 12 pack is empty. come have a drink and leave with some gear. raymi@raymitheminx.com for the addy we we will be accessible by internet why am i writing like i’m going to narnia?

i am a little glum today, and excited, as a chapter of my life is closing in form of a room i had that aided in my re-emergence to toronto from my hiatus from all that other stuff of my past. when i read kerouac as a teen it wasn’t until i had moved on did i learn more and more facts about the dude, like, he had a wife the entire time, he never really wrote about her, the books i bothered to read or it wasn’t made apparent. he omitted people from his life when he wrote and i chose to do the opposite and because of that i have a growing, evolving, ever-expanding cast of characters to work with. i can exploit my relationships and home life with men, scandalize my comings and goings, make fun of my mom, i have an entire army if i want of real people you’ve seen over the years. you can choose sides when we divorce. you can creep these people and steal my contacts and get under my skin. i’ve been hurt and fucked over over the years cos of how naive i am with people. i think i know them all, i let them in, and then they take from me and i never learn but at least i get to write about them, that’s their value and currency to me. some, their blog shelf life ends v quickly for various reasons and some get so wrapped up in this bloggy game they begin to think that my blog should feature them MORE when “xyz” event had absolutely nothing to do with them. they’re so caught up in this world, more so than me, it kills friendships. this “it’s just a blog guy, take a relax pill” is so much more than a blog now.

thanks kris!

Hi Lauren -

You, if anyone, would appreciate this:

i get kerouac emails daily. i’m not going to censor myself about my own bloody blood relation cos some dork hipster or shitty troll who has been reading forever already knows the inner depths of my soul: kerouac, omfg went to school in england blalbbhala because some people DON’T KNOW, haven’t been following along and you know what, it means something to people, kerouac does, and so do i. plus, in my business, you never pass up an opportunity to self-promote, even and especially on your own damn channel. yes i am a damn good writer and can write circles around you if need be. how many blog style articles to you read weekly in magazines, who do you think started that, made it ok and enjoyable to read and write like you speak? writing is not only an art, it is a power and a friend. it will take you away from your foul life and mood, shunning boyfriend in a coffeeshop for a good half hour, whether you are reading or writing so don’t undermine it. do you care about hashtags or hash? hahah kidding.

i am 21 here.

and here. no wait, 22. when i published my first book.

some photos of myself break my heart and i can’t tell you why. not here on a shitty blog at least. it isn’t worthy ahah not worthy of my precious secret endearing thoughts.

see you at the yard sale. head for parkdale. look for the beatniks. no, look for caribana hot babes i am staring at PACKS of them out the window. hmm maybe i’ll run to advhaus.

CUCKOOBANAS IS BACK!

Now turn to Channel NWO

this cabbie grinned ear to ear listening in on our chat and general thunder bay observations then i told him to crank up the iggy pop. steph the cab was $25 fyi.

harvest moon came on. i belted it modestly then wanted a video but the magic of the moment was lost cos i had to ask for it to be captured. i request a more intuitive (filmogropher) partner for when i next candidly break into neil young on my favourite stretch of the ride into RR.

now listen to this gorgeous, haunting, perfect moment in time.

spellbinding!

hey email me raymi@raymitheminx.com if you want in on my RUTHLESS MOVING SALE goodies tomorrow. also melodie is selling a lot of great items and girl’s a hoarder so you are guaranteed a find. it’s caribana weekend too and adventurehouse is located right smack down there in the middle of all that hoopla (we rented/sold our parking spot last year for the weekend) so why not hey, make a day of it? have your lil saturday, go to easy, why not why not. it’s good to be back toronto. great to get away and helps you appreciate what you’ve got all the more. def still have the jetset bug though. next week it’s san diego!

no one hates a picture from below! i was smile grimacing from the impatient dorks queuing up behind teacher, no rush people i know it’s not yet 9am but chill kay. i was just subjected to hearing the only guy who still actually talks on a cellphone (TEXT MESSAGING HELLOOOOO!) in the lounge while you sucked on shortbread so now let me have my barbie runway moment and i’ll go back to ignoring your eyes all over me when i use the bathroom. woah i wasn’t expecting to start a classic blog post here so i’ll try and wrap it up now.

i flew home in the same pants and thankfully i brought lots of dirty laundry that i did none of. traveling skid esquire. my pink watch set off the detector but on the way to tbay it didn’t. maybe i took it off? can’t remember i was pretty retarded at the time and nervous of course. i have travel heebie jeebies. total marge.

steph was car hole plastered it was wicked. oh man we drank so much this trip. teacher has been put through the ringer i think we are going to lay off the booze for a bit now haha.

shitty photo and the ONLY ONE so yeah. we’re kind of into them anyway, being sexy all the time is exhausting and big pressure and when you, the nut, fall far from your tree, toronto, your special brand of, ah, eccentric, is all the more prominent. you make waves. i should keep a gross photo of myself in my purse on nights i go glam so that people can relax i’ll thrust it in a slit-eyed woman’s face and go LOOK AT WHAT I LOOK LIKE IN THE MORNING DON’T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT pull out another and go SEE CLEARLY I CAN REACH NEW HEIGHTS OF EPIC UGLY. that was in one of the shittier rooms of the hotel, still nice but not as swank as ours.

ok BYE! big brother time. more complaints and brags later! promise!

hilarious whoopsies

gahh we checked the luggage and the ipod (no earbuds) is in it i’m in a hippie coffeeshop in town, at least the music is inoffensive. this is the only time i spent on the swing out back. this three second photo opp before we drove away hahaha.

this thing came with their house and steph goes oh cool we’ll put our records in it and the previous owner was all crestfallen like wicked idea never thunk of it hisself and now look. tight.

yup i do it’s true.

some of ‘em super hate the leafs, and toronto. it takes getting used to. being pissed off half the time is part of the experience.

i was inside working on my boom post and they were baking hangovers in the sun and conspired to play a trick on me about how no one wanted to go up the mountain just to see how pissed off i’d get and teacher was like i’ll be standing ten feet away when that happens. i already had suspicions they might puss out so was pre-defensive about this possibility so when steph said oh yeah we were going to play a trick on you i EXPLODED! hahahaha.

maybe a third way up, or half, pretty up there. we were all a little more nervous than year’s past and you get an adrenaline fear surge i know my brother is afraid of heights and during his fireman training you’re high high up on a ladder, anyway, shit like that goes through your head as you’re scaling a rockface and we accidentally took the hard part on the last stretch gone too far to turn back you just keep going up and don’t look down. we had to get totally blasted once we got up there and have a nice long sit just to chill out.

this is where ryan said it wasn’t as scary on that part when they were kids, they call this table rock where you stop to have a drink if you want but there’s no need if you’re an adrenaline junky like me. i loved this. i utilized every single flexible toned athletic ability i have and it was awesome. i got shaky at parts and instead of just using my legpower i’d bend and scoot or go down on my ass during a rock slide i started ahhaha it was kind of a shit show, steph slipped like on a banana peel except a massive dark earth mud crater three foot narnia tree root drop i knew she was alright so i laughed my ass off then i did the splits going down some roots and my left leg tucked pointed into the back of my spine and i was stuck in the earth and jungle. hilarious whoopsies.

i think we sat for two hours?

we played the alphabet game naming canadian things. i forget what A was but B was Beaver, C – Canoe and so on good game to play while checking out the Canadian Shield.

so glad we took the camera. got over 300 pics. these are just random grabs i don’t know how interesting it is to look at leaves. sentimental forestry.

it’s something else to see an entire cloud shadow over a big plot of land. aweing.

my hair was so ratty, i had wanted to shower and then maybe maintain it but glad i didn’t cos there’s no way to maintain as you come out of that mountain a total fraggle rock catastrophy mess with dirt under your nails, shins, ass, sweaty, clammy ratty good ole fashion post hike disgusting. i am a professional at hiding the i’ve just climbed a mountain dirtbag glow but i knew the hike would all-out destroy my hair and during a cottage bender you either desperately try to maintain that sinking ship or you walk the plank and just take a shower bro! i felt SO much better afterward.

on the way up i said i was steve irwin scared and on the way home talking about all my pictures i said i was david hasselhoff pumped cos i have lots of shots from three years ago and now photos of me and steph posing with the same trees. what can i say, i fixate.

see how big the bottoms are on me now. diaper. i look like WWF, the ninja turtles, dog the bounty hunter and hulk hogan. sorry if it takes off.

wildflowers surround the mountain, drenched in sunlight. major summer to-do. afterward teacher rode in the back of a pick-up and jumped in lake superior while i transformed back into a game show host from swamp trash.

first night in red rock suckas! third year there. people were amazed, impressed, shocked, stunned. i told one person i was banging a local politician (are there any?) that’s why i keep coming back. everyone is telling me to move here hahaha.

grilling peppers.

shorelunch is fried pickerel. it’s a delicacy. women get the tail cos there’s no bones or littler bones. so cute. oh yeah and last night steph and i had a chat in the crazy woman room and now she can’t stop calling it that and said it makes her feel crazy i was like yeah fully while drinking red wine and the party insanity was in full-effect by then it was pretty funny, apt.

nice deck and your eyes just gobble the mountain up you can’t stop staring at it. the immensity and the trees all jammed up at the top with sun glaring though you’re so close you can make out the details of earth, rocks, trees. kind of like the lion king and you don’t take that for granted when you live in the concrete jungle.

this was my hulk hogan moment and i see that i am turning into my crazy uncle mike so that’s also good. had some skater fan boys sitting out front of the variety store so i did a couple laps around the car to thrill them. a couple braver ones walked over to the school to get a better view of our act 1: party ice into the mountain coolers.

that lululemon headband was the smartest idea i had all week. i put my hand down on to so many disgusting things up and down the mountain, slugs, damp soggy logs, ugh.

i think i wore red sunglasses the first time i went up it so now it’s a superstition that must eternally be fulfilled.

so much wood nymph material.

we drank from the mountain fountain of youth. super delicious and pure.

we conquered thee. loved it.

having a bit of a break here. went the wrong way. we were pretty bagged by this point.

solid ground made it! phewf.

i am going to have pan’s labyrinth dreams about this now.

en route to a bbq. a delicious one. i am sooo fat.

we were all julians.

we’ve been loitering in this coffeehouse for awhile now and it’s balls hot. feels weird for a friday we are in bizarro world still and it’s not like a fun friday feeling cos i have to pack and move tomorrow and i am zero per cent ready my dad and brother are gonna be so pissed. melodie too probably. hi guys!

new clothing scores from steph too yay. teeny string bikini. everything is teeny and fits my new body just right cos she is petite.

sayonara buddies. loads more photos to share and send another time.

this is where i’ve been parked for the last two hours my back is killing. one of my new shirts. ten bones! also got fruit loops. my dress is darling. see you soon toronto!

did it dudes!

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shoes are dirty now. total marathon shoes. amazing adrenaline rush, scary hairy at points on the mountain and quite the accomplishment.

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summer p0rn!

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brb off to shower and bbq!

WHADYATHINK? Oh lotsa things!

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HALLO DAHHLINGS! Welcome to Raymi’s Guide to “being that girl” which entails being a spokesmodel for as many high quality, elite, fun and cutting edge things as one girl can manage. The prettier you are, the more they want you so go game show. Picture yourself as a 6 foot cardboard dork holding a tennis ball or something ahahhaha. now, REALIZE that vision!

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dress for a nightclub in the day.

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holy crap i am an amazon. tsk tsk my dress string.

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i suggested BOOM bikinis. guess where we’d put the yolks.

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i also named a new menu item they launched. it’s a pun. no one could guess what it was when i asked on twitter: spanish fun guy is A CHORIZO SAUSAGE ROLLED IN A MUSHROOM OMELETTE.

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i love that patio. very resort feeling.

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look at my deformed dancer’s toes.

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i brush up on norway and tony shows me a comic he posted that offended a customer that they had to take down. it was of a baby chick chirping at an egg yolk and well look.

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spanish fun guy comes with all the fixings. the potato frites are delicious, pre-salt seasoned with rosemary mmm deadly.

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i had the NICE WHITE TUNA – (delicious!) Albacore white tuna, hard boiled egg and guacamole dressed with lettuce and olives.

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it took awhile to finish. but that i did. then i went on a mental case run.

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i look like one of the muppets. don’t be jealous now.

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it is a delicious sandwich. i wanted to try for the iconic paris hilton hamburger photo but i was afraid the sandwich would accordion open onto the patio.

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testing the fun guy.

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it’s spicy. i likey.

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SHE’S A LADY WOAH OH OAH SHE’S A LAAADY!

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yum yum yum hey where did the other half of my sandwich go?

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hey where did my sunglasses go? hey where did my youth go? hahaa.

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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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that’s not flab it’s a rippling abdominal muscle but anyway on the way in colleague makes a nipple remark and i look down and go ohhhh riiiight. had a mini cardigan but i was kind of secretly resentful cos i typically play it sharon stone, why do people have to comment on that i don’t care if you see it i can have my shirt off altogether if i goddamn want right? i felt like he was slightly sabotaging my confidence in a manner and i merely swatted it away. don’t knock my game when the show is about to go on ever again dude seriously. also speaking of colleague, i read in a thread someone tried to slander me and say i don’t have any colleagues it’s just my friends taking my photos and yet if it was my friends why aren’t any of them in these photos with me? and if i don’t have a colleague who is hooking up all of my friends by proxy/way of/courtesy me? i love it when you try to make me your villain you swine.

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and now that i am finished my diva rant for the time being lets talk about the new WHADYATHINK? FEEDBACK app that BOOM has at all three locations and when you’re done (only takes a minute) you get to claim your prize. mine was a Cappuccino Freddo (a slushy coffee drink which also contributed to the most epic run of my LIFE afterward) aaand all you do is answer the questionnaire about the service you received at boom, it gets emailed directly to tony, awesome eh. no feedback cards i totally wish the hotel we just stayed at had one of these because now i have to fill out my complaint the old fashioned way that i’m sure some smug prick will just pitch. ok lets see me do it!

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WHADYATHINK RAYMI?

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don’t think too hard now you are not being graded on this. but it was hard to remember if we had been greeted or not within 1-5 minutes because they saw us coming a mile down the road, and then waiting at the lights. i kind of stood out a little up there on st. clair.

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30 seconds how’s about that!

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look i am pointing really good here right? it’s from all that imaginary holding a tennis ball practise. pays off.

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how clean is boom? spotless.

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then say something extra like I LOVE RAYMI! or RAYMI SUCKS! or THANKS FOR THE GENEROUS RAYMI D LIST COURTESY (DISCOUNT!) JUST BY SAYING HER NAME TO OUR SERVER. HST FREE! i can’t stop caps locking sorry.

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done and done they make the best coffee.

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my little pink swarovski bracelet exploded on me in the hotel :( i have all the beads still though.

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going in to collect my freddo. speaking of, don’t i belong on an italian gameshow shaking my behind and other such self-exploitative nonsense? yes? hell yes?

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i look like a halloween scarecrow creature.

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ZAP BLAMMO TADA!

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woah intense cuckomungo but yeah, get a classy diner joint under your belt girls and you’re gettin’ there.

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oh hey what’s up haha weird!

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if all else fails you can pick up a baby boomer at any of the locations take your pick. butter up tony, he’s eccentric, biting, endearing and kind. these are his glasses.

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til next time buddies. xoxo

wish me luck i’m climbing a mountain today!

Red Rock Raymi

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we’re pretty much wayne’s world 3 right now. good thing they’re both on vacation too. foursome couple expedition pretty funny.

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plus steph’s shirt puts it over the edge. i gave it to her. she already has one exactly like it but thicker for winter. i am getting rid of my possessions guy. bagism.

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persian’s. they’re a finnish doughnut, very airy and sugary and smothered with super rich sweet icing. thunder bay-centric make sure you have one. to be a puritan of one though is to have the raspberry cherry original flavour, this one was just a different flavour. cinnamon chocolate. we were insane after eating these, got a 6 pack. you can get the icing in tubs. this plus coffee holy crap.

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instant convert.

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this head sex shop was having a moving clearance. i kind of want these stripper heels but i feel that’s playing with kismet in a majorly strong way.

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we were into that hot dog making a flame race for the slutty bun.

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we saw terry fox for my second time. emotional holy place. the first time i saw it i got teary over terry.

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it’s pretty much where he ended his run across canada.

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great view.

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you throw quarters onto the monument as donations to cancer, to pay tribute, good luck and you aim for your hometown on the map of canada.

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that mountain over there is the sleeping giant. see his mongolian head staring up at the sky?

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too bad no sun today. tomorrow will be a scorcher. we will be climbing the mountain.

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they met cos of me. i guess i have to prepare a stupid gay speech now right? they also set the date too for next september. guess i’ll be subletting a house here bahahaa.

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i was hoping to find merchandise like a hooter’s uniform of terry’s notorious hipster short shorts and hippie vintage tee. no dice.

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i’m into rural and desolate and, the nothingness. a woman at the supermarket was mega impressed by my tri-summer residency here. everyone knows everyone it’s pretty cool. to be the outsider.

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this is not the mountain, but the one before it. OK NEVERMIND it is the right oNE! gaaah.

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that’s the inn. we almost went to a dance there once but we pre-drank for too long and missed it. we went to the legion and got sloshed. after dinner tonight we’re going to the car hole slash rehearsal space and we’ll sit on van double seats as couches hahah teacher is having a great time.

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their new place is beautiful.

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our room. so cozy. it’s like being in a cool cabin and you can see the mountain it’s ahhhhh so peaceful.

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the master.

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log pillow.

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steph’s crazy woman room ahahahha i mean her moon room. in the native world when women are on their period it’s called their MOON TIME and they don’t have to chop wood or forage for berries or make dinner or wash dishes until it’s over isn’t that amazing but that’s great too cos on our moon time we get the dropsies and are clumsy bumbling retards.

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this is the ugly room, or, the thinking room. the hang room.

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bacon vodka. i introduced this homemade vodka brewing method my first year here.

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they’re gonna pitch it but funny eh it’s like sunday morning grossness on the kitchen counter.

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we’re having shorelunch for dinner. deep fried pickerel. i am so going for a run tomorrow on top of mountain climbing. also making a salad and grilling peppers and zucc.

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the backyard is super dreamy too.

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persianman!

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perfect fit.

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i pointed out the wolf ashtrays on our way in and then on our way out i bought one for them and she’s like we bought one for ourselves! hahahha.

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no regrets! regrets!

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i missed.

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down there was an amazing suspended train track like in stand by me. ancient.

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i liked the canadian pride coloured flowers.

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trucks flying by you like crazy evergreens everywhere it’s a nice drive. thrilling.

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i love discounts.

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me now. my hair is a disaster so i don’t think will be taking many more photos tonight. kay, dinner and bowie time now. sayonara.