I like how I preface all blog posts all breathless like I just flew in from San Diego (and boy are my arms tired!) like guys, hey I’m here now! I just ran down the hallway to BE HERE. I already forgot the ultra awesome joke I was going to make about myself. When your brain is your only friend your attention span is off the chain. Oh right, now I remember. I was just skimming down my blog and thinking how boring my life is or how I present it and I admit I am super boring except not really I get to do what I want more or less I now see that after being around people with kids like when asked what I did over the weekend and I’m like SFA it’s almost disappointing I have no exciting thing to share, although I know that I did do some exciting things like eat Chinese food alone on the couch drinking screwdrivers watching “I have no recollection” though it must have been good otherwise I wouldn’t have been watching it at all. Oh right I watched We’re the Millers. I give it a 7, imdb gives it 7.1 you be the judge.
The original title of this post was Frequently in-asked questions of me. I then realized that in 14 years I never made a blog post called FAQ. And that is sad. And I know that because it says “faq” in the url for this post, otherwise it would say faq-2. That means in fourteen years there haven’t been frequently asked questions about me. Which isn’t really true because I get asked questions all the time, same things posed differently and probably a lot of things I deem TMI for this blog. I’m way more private than I used to be. It’s like sitting on a mountain of secret stuff, which is what makes gossip so juicy when you finally hear something about the regular cast of characters in your life it’s like, grab the popcorn.
Not saying I am hiding anything particularly juicy, well maybe some things always but there’s no point cos homie don’t play that way no mo so! Writing here is supposed to help me perform better elsewhere but I don’t know anymore ahahha. Here is a picture of me with blonde hair on a zebra. GOODNIGHT.
We passed this landmark weirdo restaurant again this summer and I was like oh yeah there’s gonna be an elephant and other zoo animals, an arc… BF and sister were like how did you know that? as we zoomed right by it. Baha.
I’m into a Gaga phase again btw. This performance is great, once she breaks into Do what you want (with my body). I also like her because she reminds me of my childhood bestie who I got in all sorts of trouble with and was cuckoo bananas to the core, like Gaga and they kind of look similar in the face plus we sang 80′s songs in our backyards and performed in our sliding glass door reflections into the garden hose and other ridiculous shit. Peace! honk shoo honk shoo (snore sounds). I hope she doesn’t read this, I bet the other bestie (I had 4) will, and think it’s about her haha snap.
And don’t forget the humble LIFE nom brag. This is where you say I wouldn’t mind winning that one, and yeah that’d be great but for reals I want the LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD cos I (Danny Glover voice) TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. gahah. No really, I am dedicated to blogging, to you guys, my little Raymis day in and out life changes and so many of those you have always been there, raymitheminx.com has always been there, for me it is my breath of fresh air. xo
Hi Monday, how was yours? Here’s all my favourite songs (and their awesome vids) of the mo’. My blog was just mysteriously down for a bit there and I blew a gasket, Monday is a harsh mistress ain’t she? I’m just going to stop promising you guys things for the next little while because I just can’t follow through all de time. Namaste. I super intend on loading you up with a decent blog post tomorrow though okay? I’m already overdue my V piece and like I got a full time gig now which takes first place obvs blogs sorry. Maybe I’ll get a second wind before passing out, but maybe not. I go to bed earlier now even though you think you can fool yourself running on like no sleep and still being a functional human being the next day, in high school sure yeah but as a 30 year old. Um no. Can’t. Also it’s just that some woman on my mom’s facebook got me all steamed and I gave my barely any energy left reserve up to that plus had some running around after work to do making that me-window that much smaller can you imagine if I had kids I’d be flat-lined right now. LD BF combo that and toasted yo.
I super wanted these flamingo peach pink ear muffs but I’d never wear them, but I wanted them just in case I need to wear them. Do you have irrational clothing thoughts/instances like that ever?
I went with this fun mix-up of Anna Sui perfumes, the purple one I tried in store and it’s lovely. As for the rest fingers crossed. I maxed out all my potions so it was time to replace plus I’ll probably give one to my niece.
Between scent sampling you sniff coffee beans to neutralize the ol olfactories there gov’na. Crazy neat.
Rocky is a food cat. If you are eating food, he is there. We checked out some Keeping up with the Kardashians – btw you should prob just shorten that to “The Kardashians” just saying as a profesh copywriter and all .
I want to get the office hooked on this and I know how to introduce it. Am eating it all day long today btw, and this time no shrimp. It’s just as amaze as Spadina Gardens. I’ve never encountered a place to get it right like Spadina G before ever.
I did not feel up to making decisions today, so I didn’t get the hat although grey beanies are my thing. It’s 3 for 10 or something like that, I’ll save those brain busters for tomorrow when I go out for more work attire. Today I jut wanted fun. The poncho is fun work casual or for if I go on a tequila bender. Aiiiiiieee papi!
Once I slipped into my hipster Mr. Rogers cardigan I got late night narcissitical. Sorry. You have to as a way to overcompensate for whatever thing I was insecure about at the time.
Formal Friday. Shut up. Hee. I have no idea how I am going to top it next week.
A work homie said I dressed like a geek the other day I was like WHAT!? Then they said they were shocked. AHAHHA this is not the offending outfit and I was like dude I have to dress like a geek then someone else backed me on the nerd front and was like yeah it’s cool to dress like a nerd, it’s good, it’s good to dress like one. See I get it. It’s like playing life dress up everyday, no wait, actually is playing life dress up. I like it. Expressing yourself creatively as a creative is manditory in the being awesome department as well as not stunting the creative flow, or process.
This will be over soon. I take pictures for my bf. Yes, lame ones.
But my hair is getting longer and you know that’s like in the top 3 of the most important things in my life neighbourhood so you know I am liking that.
I almost got a leopard print watch even bigger than this one but thought that was too insane, I’ll stick to the mellower loud and neon peach one instead, yeah much more subtle.
The price point is no different betwixt shoppers and the bay so hit the bay this time plus they didn’t have what I bought at The Bay at Shoppers. At shoppers my makeup was on sale. I bought 4 tubes. Ultra discount. Usually that means they’re phasing it out which worries me.
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.
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?)
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.
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.