Hello and thanks for stopping by. I feel like if (once) I have my blog redesigned it will be easier to get back into the swing of things here. Maybe I am boring myself with all the selfies. They are kind of like, really shitty trophies. Personal vanity accomplishments. They stake a place in my timeline and when I post them I can either disassociate or I can recall, or say nothing at all.
As someone with a big mouth, I tend to err on the side of stfu more so than in the past. I used to air everyone’s dirty laundry here (mostly my own) and didn’t have a clue, or a filter. The next day during the hangover, texts and emails would come in telling me to remove this, this, and that. A picture. I was pretty greedy with this content because it was always the juiciest, best part of the story I would have to delete. Like the punchline. No fair.
Anyway, I just like reasons to excuse myself from being more assertive here, diabolical blogging, and consistency overall.
This drink is called the BECK Taxi. Lol. It’s supposed to resemble their colours.
I wonder what my cholesterol is and then I stop wondering.
This weekend’s weather was bullshit and hilarious considering Toronto’s snowplow contracts were up and yet it was a four day assault of slush ice rain snow etc etc. Walking to lunch on Monday was Hell. Over 700 collisions over the weekend too. Suffice to say I didn’t go out once. Okay once to the supermarket for wine and beer huzzah.
ya know how I likes me emo face.
Yep ’tis I.
Can’t wait to get ripped and fit and just be able to power walk outdoors without freezing. This is why I hate fall because I know winter lasts forever and once that warm weather goes it’s GONE BRO.
Attempting to smile and be good looking here it’s almost like I am obsessed or something.
This pic makes me feel cold.
Dumb ship in our way ruined the shot. I kinda like it though.
Love my dumb-dumb dramatic poses.
Just here to inspire y’all.
This shirt is still the bee’s knees.
Oh hi there my sweet Marie MISSU.
Okay I think I’ve said enough for now. Just keeping tabs on you keepin’ tabs on me have an excellent one!
There’s a party jam across the hall after work today and it’s bling-themed so I thought I’d wear neon yellow to claim as much fucking attention as I can. The full outfit will come together more so as the day progresses because it’s hot as Hell in here and cold as fuuuuuck outside suffice to say the jogging pants stay on no matter how stupid I look in jogging pants and high heels (it kind of really works) BUT a maintenance man called me BEAUTIFUL. I think it was the tats and the battitude, the Hulk Hogan, and the fact I used my real name. Gloaters gotta gloat!
They say people photograph the things they fear losing most. I guess you could surmise for me it’s my beauty. Of course but really, this is just trying to nail down ONE SELFIE where I think I look other-worldly hot. Sometimes the filter on my instagram doesn’t kick in and full disclosure I NEED THAT SHIT BIG TIME SOMETIMES. Fax brugh. Anyway, my phone is old but functions still and since I favour old world tech (am stingy and not like the regular masses like you who thrive on the newest) I have to mash-up filter effect with an old phone. You know how sometimes my pictures look like I took them with a potato? Ya dass me.
Went to DX3 Canada again this year and I HAVE THOUGHTS. Kidding. Well not but no these are my tech friends, I run in this crowd and I like my homies I think they like me and I always meet new ones so let me know if you want to join sometime because they always happen anyway and it’s nice to have a crew it leads to more business and that leads to more money seen?
I went like Jimminy Cricket as usual. Sometimes I am obscenely not in the mood to talk, stand out, think, and/or feel anything and then for the same token I am usually in a get-up like this galloping around with my long ass legs and wonder why people look. Booth people get bored so basically anyone walking by will light them up it was a big effort to avoid eye contact with everybody so I ended up watching an entire start-up pitch thing in the back corner which my ADD will not always permit so all in all, cool?
Couldn’t even tell you what day this was. It used to be I could tell time by my outfits but now I couldn’t tell you my ass from a hole in the ground. I do have a funny and inappropriate story about that necklace but I can’t say it here so sorry for bringing it up and NO do not use your imagination.
Jim had us over for the Oscars and dinner and oh my fuck I need to get him a thank you present still. I met his amazing gal pal Jenn who showed up wearing the exact red rose shirt I own(ed) and is MIA have never seen since wearing it only once so I was like thanks for stealing it person whom I have never met before. It was a really good time Jim kicked me out by one and I had a wicked hangover the next day WORTH IT. Jim said he was delicate too ahhaa.
This dressing was SO good.
This space is so drastic from my own I think my attraction could also be attributed to the view. I am obsessed with people watching in only that they are easily visible and you catch glimpses of these humans undertaking their mundane life things in these expensive boxes in the sky of a city no one can actually afford to live in and it stresses me out whereas the view outside of my own windows are of a completely different Toronto and it stresses me out in an entirely different way.
I have so much to say but am running out of steam let’s just quietly take this one in.
I was actually looking for my black dress with the plunging open cleavage but could not find it so wore this one and that’s that.
Ya I have a belly my period came in like a wrecking ball the next day. Once I start biking again I’ll be chiseled as fuck. Promise. Also I do not really care about being “juicy” if a guy doesn’t dig it I don’t care. I don’t care about anything really. It might be a problem? Nihilism? Close to Narcissism eh?
A colleague recently ripped on me for the dog ears filter I periodically rock. He said it was, fuck, who cares what he said but it resulted in me hating him for a fews days LOL.
That’s Heather my bestie I showed up in peach and she put her peach shirt on and we peached out she’s such a little peach.
BTW it’s my birthday in 15 days. I will be 35. I remember when people said this would be sad if I did it in my 40’s. Don’t care then don’t care now. It’s life documentation and everybody does it.
I know however that they meant it would be sad if I continued in this particular vein but, where are they? Because here I am and also, fuck you ha ha.
I did learn how to stfu a bit more about my personal deets although a picture can say a thousand words it can also leave a lot out and you will never know unless you’re a goddamn detective or KNOW how to read between my lies..err lines.
okay tgif got me like gots to go now yo thanks for being you!
Hey y’all hope you’re a superfan or can stomach a fuck ton of selfies. Both!
This is my David Bowie look. I posted a selfie years ago and an internet buddy responded in kind with a picture of David Bowie doing a dramatic looking off into the distance pose so every time since it comes to mind. Creative collaborators should always be looking over the fence at what the other guy is doing and taking some of that magic back with them.
I bought a new outfit and then we didn’t even go out. We made it downstairs to the bar then the mood passed. Whatever. No hangovers this weekend for it. I really like the green bomber coat I bought too, you’ll have to wait to see that didn’t take any pics of the whole ensemble.
I wish I got the skirt in a smaller size. Oh well. I got the small, I figured an xs would be ostentatious.
Feeling the black and white look.
Brown boots and black do not go I know the rule. I smash it but also I had these black heeled booties beneath my desk at work for a month, suede? I haven’t sprayed them I’m protective of them so they only made it down the road. I’m glad people didn’t dance all over them for sure they’d be toasted.
Someone bought a scale so now I know my number. I am pretty chill about my body these days as in I am fine with being juicy which is a nice and sassy way of saying I am kind of a sexy blob. Curves and all that are acceptably hot now thanks KardASSians. No really. Thank you. But I do miss my bike body and the endorphin rush that it brings and money saving cycle psycho insanity I receive. Last season I didn’t start riding my bike to work until mid-July so only got about that in shape which was pretty good but this season I’m taking my bike out way earlier than that. Let’s meet back here in September and see how much of a turbo-babe I am cool thanks.
It’s a bit big I am hoping once I start wearing it and shrink it mayhaps the sideboob will mellow yellow out. It fits fine as fuck everywhere else tho baleeee that. I got another cute one-piece to round out my collection. The Michael Kors (navy blue) one I got I don’t want it to get destroyed from over-usage and chlorine, kk.
Sometimes life is ruff.
I really like the rainbow filter. I come by the selfie honestly as I kind of started it. Facts. Anyway, filters did not exist back then and just cos I am egocentric doesn’t mean every selfie posted over the years has been stellar so now it’s a new toy to play with. Just cos women age doesn’t mean they age ugly or look ugly every day as an “aged” person. I have been told so many times what am I gonna do when I’m ugly, or lose my looks (I have one colleague/friend who has NO FILTER WHATSOFUCKINGEVER) and I’m like, “will still take selfies”. I picture myself like a quirky Yoko Ono Tori Amos weirdo sort, it’s not just about the beauty, the aged beauty but about the moment and feeling evoked therein, the outfit, the fashion… and as ugly as I may (soon to be/am now) there’s always plenty way more ugly than me. AND. Filters. As previously mentioned.
With the right attitude you really can wear whatever you want. Don’t worry. I get roasted on occasion when necessary. Luckily I am a caricature of a human, “a brand” if you will and I live in Toronto where anyone still playing this late in the game wrought with Peter Pan syndrome really can drag it out as long as they fucking want. Long story short, rock jeans like a ball gown and a ball gown like jeans and you can get away with it. Like the time I wore a bathing suit and daisy dukes at the casino. We went to check on the car where it was parked in the beaches, got in, and just drove. Won a lot of money too. Life is wild…
…basically this is to say that I slept over and all I had was the work shirt from the day before so I needed a shirt to wear lol. It was cold this day and rainy I didn’t have a cardigan or hoodie but I had the Christmas blanket hoarded at my desk which I wore like a wizard cape for a bit. It looked Raymazing.
Had a great time in a fabulous home in Oakchill last weekend with my mom. Thanks Tray! Love you love you love youuuu!
I tweeted everything while there. Marie goes, is that a bowl of diamonds? Yes. It is exactly that.
Julie said this was like looking into my future, this pic of mom and I. Well good. I’ll be a lucky woman if I get to age like me ma’am.
Next time I will make more effort in the clothing I pack. I can make it work but it’s always this thrown together garbage that if I wasn’t so fucking cool would be like who is this idiot? I am glad I bought that pink toque, it stops people in the street and they talk to me. One guy was like PINNNNNNNNNNNNNNK and I just went, “yes” then everyone around us laughed. Shit like that. There are comedians all around us. Embrace them.
Oakville is a special place to me. 1. I was born there. 2. I have hung out everywhere, know so much town gossip and history generations over it’s a nostalgic punch in the face everywhere I go. Like for instance, this used to be the Bearded Collie and when I was little I was practicing my dance moves in here with Sarah and I knocked a waitress’ tray as she went by me. It was a disaster. Then years later it was our watering hole for awhile and many, many, many other embarrassing things happened here okay not many just one that I am too embarrassed to recount for you now for some reason but trust me it was LEGENDARY. The worst. HAHAHAHAa.
A very magical place.
It was cold af.
The champers was flowing.
Gosh this super post just keeps going.
The service was slow, they were slammed so I get it. My order was messed up too. I was chill but enjoyed my table mates complaints about it all. When she walked away after taking our complex order I said wow there is no way she going to remember that? After 3 things my brain shuts off and I have to write it all down.
I said no hash browns. I got em anyway. They are so delicious I had to eat them. We saved some for the birds. I got cold slices of tomatoes later on which I didn’t eat. I said don’t you grill these? She said no as if I was insane. Yes. Because grilled tomatoes as substitute would be impossible…if you only…had…a grill back there.
It’s so easy to fatten up on weekends. Too easy.
Fed the shit hawks and ducks.
Mom wore my cat hat. Also by the way if you need your house painted, let us know.
When I christened myself as Raymi I knew then what I know now that it is the BEST CUTEST NAME IN EXISTENCE AND EVERYTHING SHOULD BE CALLED RAYMI.
My mom has mad fashion style.
Gotta have my pinks
Mom said we look snapped here. Snapped. Nice slang mom.
I didn’t have a bawth here. Should I have?
Corporate whimsy look.
Someone tried to say these cat filters are ugly. Um. This same person is full of shit. Cats are adorable. Illogic really irks me.
Proving a point.
David Bowie emo look. Yes I do work at work this is at the end of the day lol.
Water baby forever.
It’s the bandeau, relax.
Well, thanks for stopping by! Have an excellent Sunday.
Here is what I am: a smug writer. A writer who doesn’t write but if you track me through twitter (you should) and Facebook (I mean what is wrong with you?) then you know I AM hella active online. I just fucking OD’d on blogging like 100% toxicity coupled by my perverse level of possessiveness over my privacy these days namely all the mundane things I have coloured the tapestry of my life for you guys with.
Everything seems so significant when stories and experiences pile up between journal-sharing them so it becomes overwhelming.
You can read between lines but also I shouldn’t care what you think and I really don’t it’s just that when I think period this all fucks up, goes to shit.
I made a monologue in my head this morning as I got ready for work about what I would say here then I didn’t have time to blog, no biggie, what’s another day, another afternoon, or week at this point?
I went out with Christine last night and this is someone who is my peer and writes, hustles, sells articles, keeps going and going for it, wrote a book, we even had the same agent and I just sat there, looked at her, listened, listened to her talk to my friend Ken about all her achievements and I felt, not dull not a cliche numbness just an opaque sense of dread because I was one of the writers she glossed over about who *might be better writers* but don’t hustle (her words not mine not insulting her so calm yourselves meow) and I think it was the last straw to finally turn the other cheek and update my blog. I mean SEO purposes aside, I take great pleasure in this. It has helped me in so many ways to talk about myself like crazy for fucking ever and so many people just GET IT so why am I choking the source?
Well, I gave Christine a billion excuses each one stupider than the last, just kidding, all valid but not real reasons.
I need to be happy.
I require a muse.
Too many people are watching me.
My brain is swiss cheese.
I lack motivation.
And then, more darker reasons…
but anyway SEE I said it and I’m still standing so on with it. I pay for this frigging thing so I may as well exercise it and by golly might even REVAMP RTM so we can all give a fuck again and I’ll stop throwing my talent in the garbage and make hay while the sun shines you feeling me now?
The super post is what drains me. I need to learn to do the short and sweet blog posts so I’m not holding my breath typing like a damn monkey for hours, photo, caption, blathering caption, run-on sentence divulging every thought, feeling, opinion, food I ate, hoodrat thing I did, and so on so forth although everyone loves it. Sometimes, less really is more.
And, I still have the plan to make a podcast so you can get more of a sense of how crazily talented, sharp, and funny I am IRL I feel it translates a lot quicker than the written word which I do love it’s just my dream to combine the two okay? Okay.
I have to grab my laundry now and throw it in the dryer but this has been great thanks for listening ttyl xo your pal raymi always and forever!
Last week I got 3D printed. read about 3D Printing in Toronto at My 3D Agency and you will see the whole deal and Jason Priestly too. Jason wasn’t there that day. He doesn’t work there. Not sure the connection to be honest, but his picture and 3d figurine are front and center on their site. Should be me.
Now I have a 3D figurine that perfectly represents my image at this time in my life. I’m elated.
Maybe I should go into business selling figurines of my likeness all over the free world.
How did this happen, you ask?
I signed up to be 3D scanned, computer modeled, and made into a digital 3D media file, and then a few minutes later I was printed layer upon layer and reproduced as a photo-realistic plaster figurine. A doll. An action figure. A femme fatale, a villain.
Here’s Michael Gossack the owner of My 3D Agency checking me out. Hey Michael take a picture it will last longer.
Here’s how it went.
Michael used his mobile scanning technology to take a full body scan of me in my desired pose.
I was challenged to come up with an interesting pose. This is how I respond to a challenge. I struck a confrontational pose
Michael took multiple scans to get the best possible data for the 3D print .
Michael asked me take my glasses off as it seems easier to ‘add’ these in post.
Once the data was captured,
Michael had to put on his graphic designer hat and flush out the design even more – adding and improving the glasses and who will combine, edit and texturize all the data collected for a
print-ready 3D model.
Now that the file is ready, it is uploaded into a final print software for last- minute fixes and positioning. In a few hours, the full- colour model comes to life.
this is gypsum – a special powder used in 3D printing.
Gypsum (CaSO4.2H2O) is the most common sulfate mineral, but i bet its still expensive as hell when put into a 12 pound pail with a lid and a handle.
I don’t have any shots of the figurine being printed, but if i did I’d put em here.
Once the model is finished printing, it goes through a few steps of post-processing and finishing . . .
It gets a stabilizer and treatment.
Then it dries.
And is then ready to be shipped out.
What does that mean for you? It means you too can be 3D printed.
and get a digital 3D file and then get 3d printed in full colour.
Helloweek. The week when Halloween is over for adults, but still hasn’t happened yet for kids. Its a holiday misfire. Are you happy? Oh I’m ready to unleash. When this month ends i will put on a disguise and go full hallow. Looking forward to something-different November
Sometimes my energy goes for a walk outside in Leslieville, and occasionally gets invited inside for drinks. Here i am going inside On the Other Hand jewellery shop at 1015 Queen St E. You have to buzz and wait. They look you over and will unlock the front door if they like what they see, just like they do downtown at the fancy shops in Yorkville.
The owners are halfway through painting a mural on the exterior of their abode, so today the store appears to be ‘molting’ into a colourful maturity, just like the rest of the neighbourhood.
Leslieville is an area of Toronto that is emerging. When people say an area is emerging it means condos are emerging. When condos appear it means the cool artsy shops and cafes that were struggling a decade ago, and now thriving, will soon disappear. One by one they’ll be gobbled up by bigger businesses. Franchise outlets will devour the cute sandwich shops and the indy cafés will go Starbucks and On the Other Hand jewellery store will … probably survive. These gals are survivors, and what they do is very unique.
On the Other Hand jewellery shop is run by two girls. Below is Karen MacRae who’s a big name Canadian jewellery designer and gemologist. She’s fun because she’s happy and she’s happy because she has a great job and super interesting life making things with her hands.
She took me a behind-the-scenes tour of her craft studio, which soon after became a shopping spree in the front end of her store.
On the Other Hand Jewellery in Leslieville makes Custom Jewellery
Too broke to buy new bling? Can’t afford hand-crafted keepsakes made from gold, silver and Mexican wood? Me neither, so I was thrilled to be bribed. It was a bribe the scribe scenario. The goods are certainly not free to me, as you understand reading this artful text that took so much time to compose.
While Karen tends toward traditional fine gold and silver and she uses the best diamonds and gemstones to make superb World class custom engagement rings, Sabrina likes to ‘break the mold’ and use more unconventional materials – like wood.
Above is silver ring with a Bocote wood insert. Each piece is beautifully unique, with striking patterns of swirling grain. Native to Mexico, Central and South America, this wood is also used to fabricate musical instruments and gun stocks. Sabrina just wrote about breaking tradition by using unconventional materials to make jewellery on the OTOH blog.
I had an idea for a TV show – Is this the End of the World? Thirteen scenarios. Every episode would be a meltdown of some kind. Start with Trump in Episode One – a deranged US president makes an apocalypse to get re elected. Second episode – environmental disaster – Trump again. Third episode, economic meltdown. That episode follows Trump’s America First economic action plan to its logical conclusion – class warfare.
unfinished skull ring at On the Other hand jewellery
Is this the End of the World? series would have Metallica ‘Four Horsemen’, as theme song. That’s whats this ring is about. Its one of the first things that caught my eye when i went inside the jewellery studio in the back of the shop. Its a ring for the end-of-the-world.
Sabrina Melendez is a Swiss trained and certified goldsmith. Together with Karen they’re a team and a couple of kindred spirits who frequently collaborate. They’re inherently happier than the rest of us because they have fun and interesting lives and as such they seldom argue with each other. Its easy to get giggling and have a blast with people who are happy.
Sabrina is a work horse who is always doing something. While I was messing around with Karen in the back she was doing engravings and setting a ring. She never stopped, except to come out and give me one of her pieces. a necklace
Sabrina took a break to give me one of her necklaces, a silver Slinky-like band on a black leather cord. It has a great weight and sophistication. It has a subtle charm. I love it.
Sabrina wrote this abo0ut the necklace in an email she sent to me later that afternoon,
…usually when I make a piece of jewellery it’s around a pretty stone. That’s my starting point. The point of the exercise with those necklaces was to use metal pieces that I had available for something cool. So I had this silver metal tube available. (making tube is a labor intensive process). The tube sat at my bench for months before I decided to make some really simple necklaces with them. I also had this beautiful Japanese cord ( the necklace part) It’s made in Japan, it’s great quality and the cord has this sort of shimmer to it, you can tell it’s well made. So I decided to put these 2 simple elements together, the cord and the silver tube, and one shows off the other I think.
What’s so cool about On The Other Hand jewellery is that anything is possible. If you have an idea or some materials and a sketch these gals can breath it into life. On the Other Hand jewellery makes luxury in Leslieville.
As with all magazine features, there is a q&a that goes into a black hole when there’s a lack of space issue. Which delights me because now I can funnel a bunch of views to my blog and use that content for my damn self so without further ado, read on little buddy. This is what I thought about myself in July.
What’s one word that best describes your box portrait experience?
It was an empowering experience and I am really glad I braided my hair that morning plus wore those dangly earrings, it really worked out.
How did you feel afterwards?
I felt pretty pumped, proud and accomplished. A few friends expressed interest in getting naked in the box themselves. Seeing is believing so once they saw the magic that the simplicity of boxed nudes can be, it just spread from there. I don’t think they ever got around to it so now I imagine they’d be kinda pissed at themselves.
What was the reaction of your family/partner/friends?
Awesomeness and a funny facebook thread. I am renowned for my past with nudes so I am pretty sure some people were like whatever Raymi. You still get a thrill each time you undress and despite considering myself a bit of a nudist, I still get shy.
Would you pose naked outside of a box? And how do you think the box changed things?
As previously mentioned I’ve gone buff before. I think I’d pose nude again if I had full creative control, great lighting, props, setting, location, and concept. I guess that sounds control freakish but you gotta do you. I’m into outdoor nudity in places you wouldn’t expect.
What was the last thing that you did that scared you?
I hung out with Miss World Canada beauty queens for a few days subjecting myself to jealous personal comparisons and accepting the aging process. It actually wasn’t scary after all. I enjoyed momming them a bit.
What do you wish people understood more about you?
How charming and witty I actually am. More people deserve to experience me in real life and have the pleasure of my humour. A lot of people think I am crazy which I chalk up to a big misunderstanding and sexism. I am simply a self-assured go-getter whom also happens to be an unbridled genius. I’m special I know it and exploit it for personal gain. One must, no?
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
In what ways are you the same as your childhood self?
I have arrested development. I was thinking about this in my uber ride en route to work this morning. I’m OLD but I have no intention of aging, maturing, or ever growing up any time soon.
I am full of beans today I feel f*cking fantastic!
I Napoleon Dynamite’d a sample of cold brew coffee this AM on my bike ride to work and I made awesome time to the office. A starbucks employee had a tray with one drink left on it and an egg sammy (hate people who say that but I had to) I go I’ll take that bro! The kid looked all around til he noticed me on my bike with my hand outstretched. He goes okay, comes over, gives me the song and dance about what kind of coffee it is and I chugged it right down thank god it was a cold drink. I went to eat the egg thing but thought better of it (too much chewing) then peddled off. All the cars waiting at the red light I like to think were like GO SISTER YASS. My thighs are getting stronger and I can tackle steep hills uphill without dying as much or jumping off to walk my bike in failure. I still jump curbs and shit like a prick so enjoy the visual if you have time.
I stayed up late-ish last night and miraculously awoke without a hangover. I feel capital Raymazing. You might even think manic but nope, I am just happy. Happiness is a warm gun and I’m gonna shoot mine at everyone.
I have been wearing this jacket a lot. When you have too many clothes and then favour one thing for days out of protest with nobody. With your wardrobe. I defy thee, Fanciful clothes!
I always bring a backup outfit after biking to work but then I keep my sporty look on because it feels like a power look and adds some pep to my step. When I wear my stuffy office clothes I feel like a frump hiding a gross body. If you wear work-out clothes as real clothes you make slightly healthier choices. The system works.
Oh yes it gets stupider looking. Thanks for the pants mom!
We got a hotel so we could go swimming and felt like summer didn’t just blow on by. We spent one hour only in the pool. They got rid of the hot tub at the Sheraton which is fine because the pool is heated. You know what’s hilarious about looking like a degenerate Baywatch lifeguard swimming to-and-fro like an off the clock Bill Murray? Everything.
Heather and I didn’t see each other all summer long. Crazy busy girls. It was nice to reunite!
I stopped to scratch my head here I had to take off my helmet to get to the source of the itch then looked up and noticed this, what would you call it?
See I wore it last night too. It’s cosmetic this colour. Now you know my secrets.
A brief scene from Friday. Another one for the books. A book that will be slammed closed tight in a vault sunken to the bottom of the ocean.
It was cold af Friday. This week is nice though. Got my Indian summer after all yo make the best of this week.
Went to the ball game. We lost. It was lit.
Scotch Fridays are legendary ’round here. Starts the weekend off right.
BTS KFC commercial. I asked if I could take a pic of their sandwich later on in the day and they all gawked at me like I was a total idiot. Film industry people are GIANT ASSHOLES. They run on no sleep, shit hours, they are always behind schedule and they’re all gruff grumpy and treat you like dog shit so I purposely asked to take the picture because I knew it would be met with disdain. Right again my friends! Not like a chicken sandwich is giving away trade secrets.
I bring you guys the hard-hitting news that you love.
What can I say? I’m just totally drawn to show business.
When the Canadian Tux comes out it’s fall y’all.
My donair from last week. I try not to eat these too often so much BUT when I do I get a big ego trip like I think the pub is in love with me for being so endearing eating their cultural culinary thing like this came out super fast and the cook always peeks under the pass to see who ordered the donair they must be badass then he sees me and I pretend I didn’t see that I saw but I did. Yes my life is this pathetic that I think about shit like this.
Another bike outfit. I wonder what my rear looks like when I am burning it down the road the skirt flips do they think I am a tennis player? I hope so.
This is my teeny room. I am moving btw. To a bachelor. No roommates. I am a big girl now. I hope I don’t regret it only because of the location it’s where all the crack addicts chill on Queen east. Hoping to befriend them and they are cool to tenants who can just call the po on them right?
This was a night I power walked home literally couldn’t tell you which one.
Another day another brilliant outfit. If you reckon I am trolling the world through fashion you’re right. Countdown to copycats.
A day I used the TTC it doesn’t happen often so I took a picture.
Sushi after my hair appt last week with Donna.
Too bad so blurry I love this ladies room.
It’s fashion week and Tiff at the same time in Toronto. Yorkville is quite the neighbourhood to take that all in of course.
Do you get FOMO or JOMO when you see this?
Hey there sports fans. Feeling my new locks. I vow to get my hair did more frequently.
Because look. Thanks again Donna Dolphy! Check her out if you want expensive and healthy looking hair too.
I want that backpack.
Yes the outfit is thrown together weirdness but you know me idgaf.
I hoarded these on my phone for a year because I liked how I looked this night. In a past life.
Donna’s crazy glasses.
Thuper blonde signing off this thuper post good day one and all.