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.
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.
This is from Sunday. Its been so long since you’ve looked at me, so. I changed my bathing suit from one-piece to this about 5 times. Tash wanted to go to Cabana. I am glad that didn’t happen though. Follow along little hombres…
Dude look at my eyes! Too bad I have David Bowie Iris’s. We just had a funny discussion in the office trying to figure out what the word for Iris even is. Office humour is ridiculous. Anything can set you off. Well, me at least. I have so many good ones on rotation you’ve never heard before. I am going to blog again, or more often so that I can eventually get to all of them. Write. Period. Have said that many times before but this time, I tell ya!
I’ve finally begun biking to and fro work. I leave looking excellent and arrive a sweaty, tanned mess. I wish I started sooner this summer I just think about all the money I have thrown into the Uber garbage and I go into a guilt spiral then I worry about upcoming colder months and how there is no way I am biking in the cold-ass morning I’ll end this tenure of cycling whimsy in October and hopefully we’ll get a long Indian summer at that.
When I take on anything physical I have to be the best. Today for instance I did a trick off a speed bump while gunning it south down Carlaw and a stroller mom was all HELL YEAH. I caught so much air and bounced like a bad ass. My time getting to work is pretty impressive now. I can’t believe I used to ride around town without a helmet on before blasting music completely oblivious to impending ice cream trucks Fed-ex vans and shit. I’m a lot smarter now albeit athletically reckless because my physique allows it… just don’t ask me about my ride back home.
Oh yeah I’m going kayaking after work today. Have been meaning to go with my colleague all summer. Better late than never. Which also means I have to bail on a going-away party. urgh.
It’s the dog days of summer. I have to remember that I am around Millennials whom have likely not seen the cinematic masterpiece Dog Day Afternoon before. Someone recently asked me what “dog days of summer” meant. People usually don’t know what I mean anyway so it’s one part Raymism and one part “an actual thing”. Dog days of summer means the ass end of summer. But you already knew that didn’t you because you’re so smart.
I lead an interesting life if I do say so myself. Instead of extrapolating something not much out of nothing I now have an even richer, more full-bodied way about things and I don’t ever write about any of it. Shame. The writer is a peculiar sort. They can only do it when they want to do it. Or it’s simply supreme stubbornness. I usually blame it on exhaustion, social media, and all the things I do that I dare not say.
Now you’ll find this hard to believe and only special to me but, the dog days of summer tend to DEPRESS ME EXPONENTIALLY. You have to be Canadian to understand this. You have to endure 8 months of winter every year for your entire life to get it.
I am actually listening to Fred Eaglesmith’s Summer is over right now here are the lyrics. Gorgeous. You know how I love the beauty in sadness.
Well, summer is over
The turnstiles are seized
The Ferris wheel turns by itself in the breeze
And the big diesel engines
Idle out on the lawn
Summer is over
And my baby’s gone
And the roller coaster
Pulls at its pins
The bumper boats drift out
And they drift back in
And the September breezes
Are bringing winter along
Summer is over
And my baby’s gone
And the ring that she won me
Is broken in pieces
And I sat on the hat
Now it’s got extra creases
And she didn’t answer
The last time I called
To tell her they were scrubbing
Our names off the wall
But she left a message
And I should have known
Summer is over
And my baby’s gone
Yeah, summer is over
And my baby’s gone
Love this. I live in a magical land of make believe this is suiting af.
I pass here often. There are many famous faces on the other wall. If you know it then you know it.
These are up all over Leslieville. I collect them. Something is f’d up about each one. Also yes payphones still exist I am glad that they do you’re not funny shut up and goodbye. When things are of a bygone era and still around, let them! Aren’t you afraid of the future and time speeding up? Don’t you feel old and thankless? I am at both times modern and nostalgic just deal.
I like this guy. My fav is the Mickey Mouse with his brains exposed like that scene in Hannibal when Ray Liotta is fed his own brain. BARF.
First bike ride before work selfie in case I died. I also like “uniforms” ok nevermind ha ha.
Left-over party accoutrement.
I could not resist.
This is how I build/implement office culture. I try.
I’d like to take credit for this. Just the coins and the bust of Apollo I got from an old man’s garage sale in Muskoka. I keep it on my desk to feel regal and I also keep eyeglass solution to feel needed by coworkers and possibly liked.
A mellow yellow afternooner.
I have never actually linked our company Full Stack‘s website on my blog yet before (we are still waiting on that revamp which will be super soon fyi) but when it launches I will for sure be all over that.
I went to Nando’s on Queen west. I love their chicken so much. Their price point is absurd to slightly ostentatious but they can get away with it because it’s delicious af.
A definite treat yoself moment in time.
How hungry does this make you? Actual art yo. Let me know if you want to ever send me Nando’s and/or take me there. I’m a bit of a lone wolf tbh and can often times be irritated by all company so good luck with that.
My work buddy joined Tash and I on Sunday Funday.
I used to talk shit about the east end all the time and now I live here. It’s quaint. It can get isolating because everybody seems to live everywhere else. Whatever. You know where I am if you want me. Do I sound bitter rn? GOOD. (Just kidding).
Dressing the part is half the work.
I decided I wanted to be hot for the rest of summer. No I’m not fishing I’m stating.
Treats from America. Thanks Tess. Love her.
Here’s one where I am emo.
Then smiling with an instagram filter.
And in a dress.
Yes I wear these glasses a lot. They help me see better when I bike ride and also at night. My vision is starting to crap out on me. Okay I have “real work” to do now thanks for dropping in ttyl xo your pal Raymi.