It’s minxing season

…and how do you feel about that Raymi?” “I dunno Ramona, how do you think I feel about that?” lol.

Steph look I’m doing your shrug.

And I was staring in to this perfect angel being like Alison from ANTM holy fuck lost in those eyes and her scarf, I knew what she was up to with that thing you can’t get anything over ol Raymi nice try Diane Sawyer. Hehh. She liked my vest. I bet Susan Sarandon would fizzle up and die if she looked in to that flawless tv face. Right? (Susan come on this has gone on long enough please let me feature your ping pong ball bar on my blog I love your drink menu).

I really had to look at some japanese kitschy shit.

I sat in plenty awkward positions to have spinal variety, I came in like a lamb out like a demented lion. Ramona was shocked by my shyness when I arrived and they were rolling. I was like what? Of course! I am terrified right now. You wait for these moments forever and they happen and then you freak out. It’s normal.

That necklace was not co-operating and my gf said not to wear any of my hello shitty junk tonight on mtv baha. Fine.

Honestly my mind is wiped of all I said here today couldn’t tell you a thing. Oh I talked about jealousy Traps. It’s funny when your jokes become blog law referenced. Oh yeah that, clearing throat prepping for some studious bullcrap I am about to deliver, which is funny cos apparently I come across dumb when I use eloquent long ass words everyday all day I am well spoken, thoughtful and poignant. I hate that the hot or slutty girl gets trashed on for it and circled out for “being dumb” what? I AM A FUCKING GENIUS. Do I need to take a picture of my Valedictorian plaque again? Have you seen that I have won over ten first place blog awards in my time. I am grandfathered out they won’t let me compete anymore cos they think it’s unfair.

Anyway. #Awkward.

It smelled like pee in there. I hoofed it up and down the stairs like a champ.

A dude (maybe crazy maybe not) said I looked really beautiful and came back again for another lap look-see. I was being filmed and colleague was taking these and the sheepdogs thing bah too much, it worked, but yes the point of this anecdote is I like it when strangers compliment each other. I do it all the time, spread the joy. Of my pretty. I am old guy bait don’t worry girls no reason to be threatened.

See the sheepdog guy, perfect timing, too bad I had lost the ability to speak by that point and he’s like who am I waving to, for what? I should have said BATMAN!

Had a wicked hair day.

Double point, that must have been something sublime.

Stalker shot. They wanted B roll. After my public washroom piss I texted Jefferson, “Show time.” They were disappointed I didn’t roll in with colleague photographing me. Truth is we were late and I was triple taking each escalator like a maniac and outran the codger. I bet they will be studying my blog and go, now, the subject, after the interview, headed home, and there, she, blogged. I can’t tell if this is funny I’m just jacked and unwinding I have been a talking mental case all day long. It all went well I am pleased.

The MTV thing totally destroyed me which I expected I mean, it was a judgment panel right? Lets be honest here. Of the other two I talked the most, of course. It got catty and I was defensive, but chill too and they said a lot of positive stuff as well. It’s TV baby and I coined a new term in the green room HOW THEY GONNA KNOW IF YOU DON’T SHOW? They said my videos are mundane. Lauren O was like I am not saying that re: whatever they were saying in her ear so I am dying to know whatever that is and of course the twittersphere will be glued to this genius shit. I knew I should have worn my burlesque heels cos they asked me to dance. Ok no more spoilers back to a more civilized manner of broadcast style?

Always exit waving like my Nana who thinks she is the Queen. Our fingers naturally fall into the rock on fingers cos of our curved genetic fingers, so there are bad ass pics of Nana from the 80’s and I am like why is she doing Devil Horns out of that Cadillac for? Also at my Uncle’s wedding in another photo. Unintentional. Yes, this is how all my stories are: completely directionless.

Only supposed to be a quickie night cap post but I got lost in these YDS ones.

On the phone with, you guessed it, M-T-V what a smug prick face right? UGH. OK It’s late it’s fire tree focus rug time! Nope bed!