That was mydea

Okay sorry for the poor excuse for a blog “post” you deserve better. I’ll pony up sheesh! My laptop is gonzo and all my crap is on my hard drive, but when they opened up my acer they saw the water damage (pop, diet coke) all over the motherboard and well, I’m screwed. New laptop time. Comes with the territory. SO, I will have to dig 10,000 pictures back (no really that’s how many photos I have on my phone, picture hoarder esq.) for new material for you. Or I get the 2000 off google drive of NYC photos. Do you care? No I don’t think so. Whatever it is it’s Raymi vomit and you like that so kudos yo. Oh and my 14 year anniversary for talking about myself to an audience on the internet is dawning on us. I feel like I haven’t evolved at all since then. People don’t like change so that works for me. Life is good. Love you.

Enhancing experiences circa 2000.

Hiiiiiiiiiii. I’m exhausted. The time after work just flew by, doing this, that. It’s so dark so early now (said everyone else already ever) so it makes you feel sleepier much earlier like every waking second you’re in trouble and should already be in bed.

My hair is all ready for tomorrow so that saves time. I’m pretty disappointed in my dye choice, I should return the extra box I bought (hell yeah) and get the one I bought last time which was a smash hit.

I went as a biker’s lady one night, a very low key outfit. Also based on a real life ex biker chick I know, man she’s had an interesting life.

Didn’t feel like going out period (I seldom do) but I did and I had fun so it was cool. It’s just maybe a living life on pause kind of feeling, or it was that week. I’m getting used to this.

Woah yo check that out. But wait look.

Fun dinner. My mom was wearing her bunny ears and I was sitting beside a couple , the wife of which last saw me as a little kid so here I am all growed up drankin’ wine with them haha. I doubt I barely made an impression as a little shit kid though, I think I can kind of remember her. It’s easy to tell yourself you remember things that you absolutely do not/nor ever happened so whatever. But no I do remember.

When I crash with my mom and get up to pee at least 50 times it’s a wild assortment of cats in the bathroom with me, they’re like waiting to run into the bedroom and all starts rolling around on the carpet while I stare at them bleary eyed like, really? I have to sleep with a sweater or something over my face cos my mom’s room is so light. I forget the name of this cat, it’s my mom’s fav though cos it’s teeny runt litter-like plus cross-eyed.

See. How gorgeous is this cat, she is the spitting image of her father (the stud who makes all the other kittens) except she is teenier in every way, she sits like a muppet in the dopiest way a lot of the time and you’re like, is that a real cat? Dad is fixed now and he is fully a prehistoric super cat, he ripped open my Nana’s hand once. Who needs friends when you have more cats who are friends? Living proof right here. My new job is stimulating and I am a loner anyway.

I have so many pictures of Iggy allow me to count the ways in which I feel more like a loser. He’s depressed. BF laughs like hell about that alleged statement my mom always echoes. Everything is so depressed here. baha. Well he was more socialized before and if I were a lizard (chameleon, sometimes Iguana depending how stupid I am that day) I’d be scared like shit too if cats were sitting on the screen-only ceiling of my habitat or breaking into the wire side panelling too!! I actually wouldn’t have time at all to be depressed I’d be too busy battling for my life guy!

So after my interview where they gave me the job right then and there after said interview I took my dad out for burgers and beer (the spesh for 13 bones yeah!) and I was on cloud nine. We watched Rob Ford take the podium and deliver his fake crying speech, what a surreal moment I was like good day for me, bad day for him. I don’t want to get into the whole divided camps of pro/against Ford and the addictions sympathy bandwagon thing like, at all because I know so many smug people whom’s careers would be outright destroyed too if their skeletons ever saw light like, honestly STFU already throwing stones from glass houses kinda thing buuut it does seem insane how he keeps going, picks himself off the floor (mom’s words) and goes back in again, and right after that false friend films him on a flip out. The whole thing is just too mean I think and a total circus show for everyone involved. The time we met and ambushed him, I even felt bad then because I knew I was going to go home and blog everything that went down and not to cast Ford in an awful light but like his buffoonery specifically, the guy knows not what he does it is as simple as that and shame on the public for voting him into office in the first place and then shame on the Canadian guilted-up public for getting Stockholm Syndrome over his antics and then liking him, suburban sympathy is a mega-powerhouse.

It was custie appreesh night at another local of ours so after my burger with dad (I only had half so) I ate the bar with mom. They were dicks for being chill over us ordering (paying for) wings (a double order!) then bringing out all the free food, they do it to us every year and I always go there feeling fat/leaving fat. Sorry I love the drink tickets and food but that joint always bores me to tears plus cougars are mean to me and stare at everything my mom and I do like ice queens. It’s the single, it’s poisonous. Each time I took a photo of her I’d say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM (it was her bday after all) and at one point had to say to this one wet blanket of a chick that taking pictures of food, is a thing. FOODIE? NO? Ugh. Then when they left two more mean mavens sat down, mom and I just laughed it was so ridiculous. Having our friend Philip with us sure pissed them off too. Sorry for celebrating my mom’s birthday much?? I kept going out for smokes and talking to bf on phone honestly I think we made their night more enjoyable because they had something to hate. They ruined my night though.

Suggested to our Creative Director to steal this idea. I think it’s brilliant. The colour bleed to edge. Yeah.

I feel like a crazy person I swear my headphones are here somewhere, did I leave them at the office? I used an airplane pair today, not the best quality because I assumed my white pair (ipod) were at home and I just tore this room apart hence the crazy person self vibe. Whatevssssss see my faded tips, what am I folk rock? (kind of?)

Wow, sorry Wednesday Addams yeeeesh.

Hustlin’ muscle.

Hi you. Just reminding you that I’m up for a lifetime achievement award for this blogging racket I’ve been doing for 14 years now, talking about my life experience. Couple years ago my thing to go about it was an abundant amount of cell phone selfies and other random things, usually nachos and booze and cats. Welp you’re in luck! It’s Raymi retrospective all month long, why not ‘cept these pics are recent awooohhhheeeewoo.

And they’re nonsensical too, this is the morning after Halloween right? It’s hard to tell time and days apart sometimes.

My brain just hit the wall I need to peace out pass out very soon. These are Koritos/nachos, kind of good kind of gross but a lighter version of tortilla nachos, wonton style blaaaaah.

Flock of Seagulls work out hair.

I have to go wrestle up my free weights. That’s final. Tomorrow I am lifting those little buggers like a psycho to ma tunes.

I began my workout with hair down like a diva and big hoop earrings because I had to compensate for how tired and fugly I felt and how out of shape I was but I kept up like a sinch no issue.

Baha yeah. Sorry my socks are on the floor. I whipped them off in the night or after changing pants I don’t know why are you hassling me, normally I am more tidy though since I donated (threw out) like everything, it’s so better to be less clutter-minded once yout get rid of things you never use or wear and you’e just left with the awesome. Like Hooters socks on the floor. Legit ones.

Rocky is my assistant. He misses bf, he’s more clingy with me now. I’ve always been a cat pied piper though so whatevs.

These are pics that I actually took for bf, I take a lot of stupid pictures so I guess you’re welcome for sharing.

See you’s Monday. Nighty night.

a cold sweat hot headed believer

Hi, s’up. How’s your deal? Dealt? Sweet.

My laptop comes back Wednesday so I don’t have anything novel in the photo dept. til then other than cell phone business, aka already been on instagram before. It’s not always about the pics though is it? Plus bbery blog post pics were my jam before anyway.

I do have some amazing bath water dyed dark pink photos though from my first wash after hair dying soak, while reading my Go Gos Belinda Carlisle biopic trainwreck book. Those pics may be TMI now that I’m all corporate.

Which is a dope dream job btw. I just go spouting ideas and thinking, this is flying, I can do this, heads are nodding. Seriously it’s a trip. Monday I join another team and we have a welcome lunch for me. Brap brap.

What else can I tell you. Just maxin’ and relaxin’ keepin’er chill trying not to overdo it, can’t do much else anyway as my laptop was toasted. Miss bf blah bla. I sang the other night again with the band, Could I go out on a limb in saying I’m casually almost in a band in that I just walk up and sing a few jams with them once a week? When I’m single (solo, not single but out alone) I kind of act ridiculous. It’s like a my other half is missing wild side acting out sort of thing. I hate it. It’s engulfing, an LD. (long distance relayshe)

Rocky could be a cat model people were all about this on instagram. It’s bad when your cat gets more likes than you WTFFFFFF. just kidding I will do nothing but support the hopefully fruitful cat webrity thing we have been building here since I was 19 years old the first day I met Rocky. Rocky talks to bf on Skype. They have a thing. Deal with it.

Quebec City is always gorgeous. It’s a dreamland. It’s the closest to Paris you get. Being in love there is also fun too.

These live beneath my workstation now. Finding my dress-up biz casual groove. Fridays they’re trying to make a formal Fridays thing happen. I’m going to wear my equestrian Smythe blazer because it’s SUPER LOUD and join in. I heard someone wore a three piece suit. Ha. Everyone else wears more casual gear on Fridays so that’s why it’s funny. I need a top hat. This post is a grower not a shower BRB. Bro and company dropped in, monkey wrench up in ma shit. Peace.

Chill your face

Hi fartburgers, sorry I’ve been MIA but as you know shit happens (to me) and my laptop is still under repair blabbity blah I’ve been busy.

Checking in to say everything is cool and hopefully I’ll have some stellar news for you really quick. Just gotta do a wee bit more dazzling first.

Life is neat I guess. See how my hair turned out darker than what I was planning for. I wanted to do a super redhead/orange thing but I’m going to hold off on that tone for a bit, we will see. It’s striking on certain women, who are striking to begin with what?

We are going crazy with missing each other, it’s getting harder like a merry go round of feelings you can’t get off til about Christmas. This is his favourite breakfast sandwich from Germany.

The guy beside me is driving me mental as well. He keeps swaying and twisting his chair and cooing into the monitor, laughing, LOUDLY, staring at me he’s basically givin’er to something and it’s all right in my line of view. I guess I will kind of miss writing about library people, yeah like a hole in the head.

Fans of ours. I say no more.

I must remember to put the pair on the right before going in there today or I’m going to waltz right in wearing my black keds which I suppose wouldn’t matter but first impressions and all, you give them the best from the gates before you transition to casual.

We had the rudest customer service at one of our regular haunts on the w/e, mom and I and wow the manager was a total scumbag, condescending and came at us on the defense super intense. Wow bro. In another world where I had time or cared I would make you have a majorly bad day for that one. The thing is I was majorly calm and diplomatic, and he became increasingly volatile about this salad that we did not like which was being taken off the menu anyhow (HA!) so like, relax maybe. Sorry you’re about as tall as me sitting down but please stop steaming in my face.

Alright I have to run through my shit now. Have a great one. -The big RL.

she resonates i relate

Bonjour mes amis. I’m chilling at the library because I sent my laptop out yesterday, day from hell but at least I’m not Rob Ford kinda yesterday. I was just going to bite the bullet and buy a shitty laptop but what’s the point when mine can be repaired and has a faster processor yada yada AND this new job I’m in the running for I won’t need my laptop they’ll have one and like I’ll have time to dick around on mine anyway when I’ll be working. But the timing isn’t optimal, I was able to send a few writing samples out and a collection/assortment of links blabbity blah all before the thing went to toast forever. Anyway when it Raymes it pours.

Also anyway, the exciting thing about this library thing is that some guy just barfed and they’re all freaking out, called the ambulance so it’s nice entertainment, well not nice but just asshole nice you know not like he has a tumour and this is the moment they realize he’s dying like crazy but who knew librarians were secret doctors (joking they aren’t) cos one is asking him all these medical questions. I kind of just want to go over there and be all, what the hell is going on just tell me hurry quick I’m busy, thank you. I, like many others, feel self entitled to all information. Period.

This is what I look like really tired and squinting. Just shine a light in your face and it masks the deep bags under your eyes. BTW you can’t tell here but my unibrow is looking killer. I hope no one ever makes me wax it. I live in fear of that. I should dye my hair today, soon at least.

Dutch bathroom downstairs. BF and I speak 20 times a day I think we’re like tracking each other, I still feel connected to him he’s here but he’s not but it’s okay blah blah I’m just being an emotional island recluse and drinking through it secretly. Cat’s out now. Everyone in the writing industry drinks, you drink to write, to deal with pressure and you drink and write yourself to death pretty much right? That’s my plan anyway haha.

Everyone is acting extremely busy and flustered just because a guy barfed a little bit on a table. I think he is really digging the attention and going with it. They just pushed the stretcher out without him on it see told you. He does seem like a hot mess though I bet he partied last night.

Focus focus. These are just a few pictures I uploaded during a me-time computer blitz, I think all my blitzes take a toll on the machine I think the motherboard needs to be replaced. We’ll see.

This was my first day in Holland. We drove around just a little bit, I was exhausted and it was later in the day we had nap and reunion time ;) first.

I worked out for the first time in months with the trainer and my mom/lois and the pain I feel from that session has changed gradually moving from chest to arms well yeah mostly all around there like under arm chest muscles lifting your arms in the shower wtf-ery. That’s bad. I used to lift free weights everyday but out of sight out of mind. I want toned arms again I think that’s my eternal lifetime want and desire, toned arms.

This was crazy funny because the quality of the video was bad (youtube) which proves the animal kingdom instinct and recognition thereof by Rocky versus some tampon commercial passively staring but not connecting with the visuals shows that he’s not as stupid as we thought. He watched this antelope (elk? OX? Big thing?) get taken down by an alligator in some mud and we didn’t even want to watch that clip he ran to the tv and sat there for the whole 6 minutes, it was the best.

Okay I go now back to werk.

Happy Friday, sweet November.

Oh gee.