You’re just a capturer on a lonely chase.
On the one hand living on a life schedule to a completely different tune to everyone else is kind of thrilling, but it is stressful too because you’ve still got to adhere and play along, go along, clock in the next groundhog day, blog. People seem busy I feel so it’s okay to dip out in the winter months. I do get “online bullied” for my Nomadic Raymi lifestyle though. Half of me is like FUCK EVERYONE ELSE seriously I don’t feel blogligated to live like everyone else and be like everyone else and I never did, never will. It is mad frustrating moving around though, each day is different and I still have virtual obligations but I can leave my laptop behind and just “chill out” bro let it mellow, get to it later. It’s okay. You get antsy when you can’t write on keys at your modern type writer or regurgitate all the junk in your head and call it a blog post. You, go crazy. A lot of soul searching. You hang with your friends and you see men who don’t give a shit about you. I’m going to stop the latter. It doesn’t seem right to abuse my powers. Or test myself anymore. You fall out of love with everything. Yourself. Everything.
This was a decent affair though. The Glitzy Lips were super fun. I started off with the darker pink, then switched to lighter. They’re sending more colours. NICE.
Holly is adorable.
Have a great time in the Bahamas Tanya!
Closing time! We annihilated these because we were annihilated. Right Shannon? They’re only out for a limited time so I better go get a bag for dinner tonight I bet they don’t even fucking have them out here ugh.
Egg in a hole. Boom. Delish.
Pear spinach meh salad. It came with a copy of VICE magazine so you win some you lose some, you gain some.
I only wear black these days I am boring, beatnik, chic, hidden, ignored, it’s awesome.
Sunday deserves an award for how much we drank. This week is definitely drier I promise.
Courtney is going to MTL for her 30th. Hmm. I like how you are allowed to do something insane when you turn thirty. Maybe I should have a nice quiet night to myself for my thirtieth with a cup of tea and the paper at William’s LOL NOTTTTT!
Tim Burton liked this photo too. See, in to this shitty life a little sunshine must sometimes leak.
I love the Drake. Not ashamed to admit it.
TB liked this pic too! I don’t even care if it’s his foot or a steward instagramming as him it’s def connected to the head honcho in command in some capacity.
Hey mum look I am like a goth Eileen (me Nan to the rest of you).
Courtney and I switched over to grapefruit mimosas for our second dranks. That’s when Shannon turned up. It was a nice boozy girl day. I saw a mom and daughter duo put back pure champers at 11am so, that was awesome ahaha.
My podcast buddy has this quitting smoking device, it’s like a hooka maybe, slightly flavoured and before you know it your entire mouth is filled with smoke it’s crazy! Especially when you smoke it in between smoking cigarettes like good luck there bro. You know I’m a non-smoker right?
And then yesterday’s lunch was dreamy and amazing and drinks-filled too. I like to celebrate myself before heading home or sufficiently lubricate thereof. Then I do that again when I come back, it’s an interesting cycle and probably has to stop.
I really do love this hood and if you can believe it I’ve never been to Pravda. Don’t worry I have been to many and lots of other piss holes but yeah, Raymi + vodka bar will probably go down in Russian history make sure to be there to witness it.
I love sipper drinks. This is Swish (by Han)’s take on the almighty Negroni. Dayum good too. I like a frothing all over the place drink it’s a great indicator into what will be happening to you later on in a stupor lol. j/k.
Oh hi mom.
I was one of the last customers in the supermarket, this one closes early. There were a few other weirdos in there with me distracting me from what I really wanted. Turns out I have all these (still good!) vegetables in the crisper too bonus (jerk veg stir fry holla!) but yeah this is what I finally settled on. Being a foodie makes you have all these wild cravings for things paired with guilt, like pesto, confronting you in house-made tubs but then okay if I want that I’m going to put it on a salad instead. But then you notice spicy pepper oil too in this aisle showcase of pre-prepped foods like a majorly ghetto Whole Foods and a guy in the craziest fur winter hat sculpture on his head that you have ever seen throwing all kinds of junk in his mini-cart it was kind of inspiring because he was on a mission with his friend, me, them, and one other woman shopping at the end of the world pushing our luck as it was passed 8 and the employees were circling us like vultures and I stood there wondering what they were gonna get up to later on, he looked like he was stocking a bomb shelter cocktail party I wanted in.
Good thing goth/grunge or soft grunge is back and luckily I dress like a _______ so it’s all good. Not caring about my appearance as much these days I find too many young people aka teenagers giving me nods of cool approval. Whatever I’m becoming something of a seasoned scenester anyway it only makes sense to embrace it.
I was ultra pleased to look way less of a drag queen than had previously anticipated.
I always go with the Alt. Not very alternative of me but this time I had egg whites even more skinnifying than poached and less messy all around.
Cheers. Mimosa tour.
These two go together pretty funny couldn’t resist.
Asian pears, kim chi, blue cheese ah-mah-gad yum.
They were out of dessert so we had a bun. Worked for me! Alright time for some Raymercise. Hope your Wednesday’s a gas. xo RLW