ill behave. maybe.

Hey hey. Decided on a little adventure this weekend for a change. This post is going to be ridonkulously out of order isn’t that great! Like it matters anyway, throw a bunch of crap into a weekend in the Canadian version of Atlantic City with outfit changes and just make it out alive by Sunday sunset for the epic drive home with the sun in your face.

I enjoyed these very much and have several more pics of them all in various poses but you get the point and I got tired of looking at them on my phone after going through a billion selfies (which you will see here!) but trust me at the time it was a mindblowing experience.

I am making this face because I am still bummed about his death IRL. This is the last look Heath Ledger is known for and I guess ultimately killed him (as an obsessive method actor he went mad, turned to drugs, could not sleep, etc.) The creepy is inescapable. I wrote a blog eulogy about his celebrity death about it at the time from the couch in my old condo I remember exactly where I was sitting I was so enraged by snarky internet peeps/media offering the same crap said today when a celeb dies, “so what.” SO WHAT? I’LL &^$^%#*^% SHOW YOU SO WHAT! I just get so passionate sometimes guys I’m sorry!

This picture I will look at in January, maybe February, and about die. I am a sun baby. Emphasis on baby. There’s more to it but you will all make fun of me so nevermind. I have a serious sports bra tan. Likewise an ankle one and stomache shorts line tan. I’ll hit up my tanning salon soon to even it all out and I can go as a leather bag for Halloweenis.

Have you ever cheersed Niagara Falls with Evian and Grey Goose before? Remember I said those old bag collectibles from above were mindblowing? Excraptly.

And no I’m not going to tell you anything you actually want to know about any of this. I’ve been troll-abused recently by some long time blog obsessed psycho who even stalks my (other famous internet) friends and screamy insultingly bash demanded information about what’s up currently in my life, essentially, you know what? My friends know what’s up and you’re not my friend so FUCK OFF. I have a lot of relationships, maintained and friends, I am Raymi the fucking Minx hello – shit just happens for me and then I do it, how do you live your life? I do not have children and I have always and will always lead a “different” lifestyle so kindly leave me alone and/or accept it. I am one of those rogue types and there’s lots out there. Oh plus it was a suite if you must know.

Lol. “RTM: Enjoy it for what it is and fuck off!”

Hanging in the room as long as possible. They give a later check-out in Niagara Falls, 2:30! People must get insanely shmammered is why, or they’re just a proper hotel allowing you to soak up the luxury. Except those two bonus hours were spent being walked in on THREE different occasions like no one in housekeeping gets the memo? The Embassy Suites have seen enough of my ass. My teeth don’t look bad for someone who forgot their toothbrush right. I was gonna buy one.

Like staring at a moving painting all weekend. You get to saying dumb things about it too like, where does all that water go? Where does it keep coming from omg!? Making arty videos of the falls falling to your stupid ipod ahaha best. In between trying on all the clothes you packed and posing in front of them.

Had the whole view too. Saw a million rainbows.

This was funny to me. Mostly it was lovely, the light, the clear water on water.

Retro falls art.

Jacuzzi pizza why not. I mean I am dying, I need this.

Went to Yuk Yuk’s. Sat in the front row. Turns out I know the headliner. I can go to any teeny weeny little place in the world and someone there knows Raymi it is the greatest.

Finally sewed my jumpsuit. Because it’s black why not, no one will notice the awful job I did.

Turns out my heels were in a bag within a bag in my bag so I could’ve worn them out and around the casino. Oh well probably safer to be in flats haha.

Back definition from running. Run dancing. I’m telling ya! I’m gonna rip some free weights after I post this. I ran tan walked a lot yesterday and lost 4lbs. My right foot is killing for it though, cannot wait to get new shoes.

I have no idea how to pose and I super don’t care. I think I was dancing or just trying to keep my shit together. Waterfall discoball much though right?

This is just the appetizer for the yellow Corvette I posed all over downstairs. They valet park the nicest cars outside to make the hotel look more hype. I’d be like cool so those are all the people to rob at The Embassy Suites nice thanks!

Thanks for paying attention this far! Do you need a break, some water?

Fun times.

Took a cab to the other side of town where Yuk Yuk’s is and cab driver was complete wastecase hot mess. Incredible. Like, couldn’t even make words happen or name local landmarks and is an alleged townie…. yeah blotto. He knew we knew he was mangled, was just hoping the ride would be over asap. Go Niagara!

Free drinks down in the lobby come with the room package.

Bumped into my friend Jerry!

So many outfits in so little time. This shirt is so fun especially when stupid people try and read it. You’d be amazed at how many people get tripped up on the word literally. Wow sad.

It also makes me cringe for me because it’s a bold statement and I hate lying but I love typewriter font especially on white, it achieves the overall understated cool aesthetic that I usually go for and now I know why bros wear shirts with stupid sayings on them.

Seeing the falls by night, day, sun, overcast, rainbow. Very nice, well done.

That made me think of Futurama. If you’re a fan you’ll get it hopefully. Can’t be bothered to google what I am loosely trying to connect.

Pretty emo upon arrival.

Gonna have to make this diatribe a two-parter, feels long enough.

Have a great Tuesday! :)


Hi Sloppy McNasties. No wait, that’s me. Well hi anyway how about that. That’s me from this morning with the help of some instagram filtration to bump up the red. My hair is pretty red though. It has its moments.

I took this last night as I was passing out like a champ. Waking up to all my internet garbage daily I must say truly is icing on the cake of my fantastic voyage of a life. My head is so far up my own ass right now I am this close to justifying posting nudes again, I mean, I have the body for it after working so long for it. I don’t find my nudes sexual I’m just lacking all sense of boundaries is all no big deal!

I am sore from running hard yesterday. That heat, that sun. I had sand stuck to my legs from running by the beach and on the beach. Wearing hawaiian tropic oil will do that to you. Sometimes I am such a sweaty greasy beast Ill catch a glimpse in a reflection of something and feel sheepish. Like, wrestler-level sweaty. A redneck at ribfest said YEAH I LOVE SWEATY GIRLS to me when I went for a run through it and I started squeegeeing off my sweaty body immediately. Like come on people I am running here in the sun what do you expect? You’re invading my space with your fair just deal.

Here i am as a hot mess from earlier in the week. Found my coonskin hat.

Enjoying summer patio.

Me at 26.

At 25.

Me being emo eating sushi.

My safari wife look.

In honour of JLaw I posted my butt crack.

Holding in my gut from all the food I just ate I am never doing that again.

Maleficent nails. My hands are more tanned than this in actuality just saying.

Halloween wish list. All I have to do basically is buy the headpiece.

Oh townie life.

Basically a big bowl of hot sauce. Had a dip too. Don’t ask! Please remind me I’m on a salad diet.

Someone called me fat the other day. They hadn’t seen my blog or me since I was a bonerack blonde so I wasn’t too pissed but still I was pretty pissed. He said something had changed but liked my body now that I had gained weight. Meanwhile I have been obsessively chiseling my body and running 6km daily sometimes more. If Pushed to comment on the shape or proportions of my bod I’d say I’m pin-up curvy fit. Somebody else called me a hard body. Someone else called me fat. You cannot please everyone.

Wes Anderson moments in time now. I gotta wrap this up super soon though.

School vs cool. I loved this juxtaposition plus school wasn’t in session just yet but soooo close. Makes me sad. Everything makes me sad lol.

My mother’s legendary quote about corn growing and summer ending makes me sad.

Driving in cars makes me sad. Sad for moments before they’re over and as they’re happening. Being in a constant state of mourning. I need to write teenage emo lit fur sure.

It’s because I feel like I didn’t do anything this summer. And the things that I do I cannot begin to tell you. trust me I’d love to. I feel like I have two lives, both hiding from the other.

I wore as much white as I could prior to labour day ending. This guy the other night said he almost wore white pants and in my head I was like thank god he didn’t ugh but meanwhile I am allowed to dress like the ice cream man.

I love this shop.

As misanthropic as I am it has been a grand summer.

Gotta go ttyl. Follow me on instagram for what Raymi the Minxing I’m up to today ya dweebs xo rlw!!!

I just want to be a unicorn

I was going to call this blog post LEGS ASS AND RIBS but I didn’t want to pigeonhole myself, I mean. I like this title better.

Plus, despite the onslaught of raymi selfies you’re gonna see here, there’s more to life than that. I think but I’m not sure. One thing I wanted to discuss in particular was the topic of nudes and what I think about the current affairs of today and how they pertain to me of course.

Actually, just thinking about this topic has exhausted me. Who doesn’t have nudes out there? Who doesn’t put clothes on everyday and put their shit together and not take ONE teeny picture? To send to a friend? Hello snapchatters. Anyway, it’s a giant wake up call is all and made me cringe a wee bit cos I sure as pie have been generous in the nudie-takey dept over the years, so… AND of course there’s the unmentionables a la #jlawleak we may or may not send to friends for a laugh because why not. All it takes is one of those “friends” to get a little sharesy though. I am just imagining the shit show that could be undone of all the nudes we have on each other and who will (if ever) press the button. Some people might be of the if I’m going down, you’re coming with me mindset.

Do I feel bad for Jennifer Lawrence? Yes. Is a piece of my heart blackened thus rendering me indifferent to all other bullshit and things that happen in the universe? Totally. Is this going to hurt her in any actual way? Negatory. And thus, the circle of oh big deal whatever is complete. She looks amazing in those photos. My mom said she looked like me in one and I was kinda like yeah I know but also kinda like where did my mom see nudes of me like that before? Haha.

Anyway, the internet is divided into victim shaming, blaming and discussion in general as it does when any celeb so much as farts the wrong way and I am already over it. Except I hear there’s a bj video that might drop which will suck for her lol nice pun.

It’s sad that women still have to fight to take control of our bodies and we always get razzed for it, most disgusting of all, by other women. The way I see it, if you’re at a place where you can enjoy and be comfortable in your own body then you should celebrate and show it off as much as you can because that confidence goes away at some point and you’ll pine for the days when you didn’t care.

Why would I go to the trouble to colour co-ordinate, dye my hair, fix my nails – to please just one person I see that day? No. I want to capture it for posterity and use it as content for my people. Try to be original about it, varietal.

Why am I even defending it? I’m not although it sounds like it. I am simply just saying. I feel like there are certain people in my feed who only added me out of a sick fascination obsession that relies on making fun of everything I post. Every selfie I put up and then sniggering about it to themselves. Who is the loser then here? Me or them? If I am such a tool then why look at me everyday. To make yourself feel better about yourself? Anyway, the fascination/obsession with celebrity and spying on our friend’s lives on bragbook isn’t a healthy one. To think there are actually people out there who do not participate in facebook, I mean I get it we all go on vacation and turn off our phones at some point but the thought still blows my mind as someone who is so deeply connected to social media and all the lovely garbage of the internet. I really need to kick this habit though or at east augment it so I am just a millionaire comedian who tweets witty one-liners that everybody loves.

Photographing our lives nowadays is simply part of the human experience. For some people, more than others and some more than that even.

Soul food in hell.

Okay. Let me tell you about Uncle Sam’s now. First, they won FIRST PLACE BST SAUCE! Second, they took care of me all weekend long and I capital love them and so do all my friends go life! I will never forget the day I first sauntered up to them 4 ribfests back and it wasn’t even about scoring ribs it was about not waiting in a huge line (good ribs equal long line) it was their energy and I love their hustle game plus they seem to like me and admire my own brand of insanity. I wish I could tell you more. One day in the autobio behind the raymi scenes like VH1.

In total: 3 whole racks of ribs
2 chickens
2 bottles of Uncle Sam’s Rib Sauce

I have an idea for a book again.

Like me! The future is yours!

I am retirig these shoes for a bit or wearing socks with them if possible. Went for a night walk in these and my feet are not happy with me for it.

We were in heaven. Thanks Uncle Sam’s!!!! I miss you already. :( Congrats on the win, have fun in Aurora and see you next year!

The people have spoken. Immortalized forevs ILU guys.

Stuff like this is what makes blogging worthwhile more so absolutely. If you want some raymi social medai gravy magic hit me up ;).

Me and some chill po po. You know, all weekend long if I wasn’t imbibing at ribfest in one way or another then I was running through it and checking out all the cops and don’t you know they be checkig me out too. You know I have a cop fetish right? They terrify and excite me. I feel drawn to them and then I run away without making eye contact as a pack stare me down. I guess it is weird to be a runner in a crowd you kinda stand out dressed in terminator gear.

You have a lot of self reflection time when you run and if you write it comes back in fragments to you, a thought, a moment. But all of it alone, spent alone. Watching. being watched. I live a lonely sailor’s life it seems. Summer is important to me because of this isolation. I mean. I have a lot of friends and suitors but if the soul is always seeking and searching it will neve stop and it always needs down time, thus be the timeline of my life.

This east coast celtic band were such a good time. One of those moments you’re glad you stopped. I stopped the next day on my run and stood in the sun to tan my face while a band played zeppelin and a girl got up to sing Journey with them, then they did my G’N’R fav, I boogied a little. Running without listening to music is an entirely different experience. I could hear the things I normally do not. When I start gunning for it at one point a dude in said Yeah work it! at me. It’s empowering and encouraging. I try to do run squat lunges. In my mind I look like a gazelle and not goig to lie or deny that I do have grace in my movements when I lap and run. I don’t care. It makes people smile. I have a routine. One day I will stop telling and start showing.

Always an impressive spread.

Back to reality now though and boot straps done pulled up. Yeah right haha.

If you accidentally swim with Canadian money you will be okay btw now you know.

Hope you had a great weekend and enjoy the shorter week. xo rlw.