Brunch yesterday feels like fifteen thousand years ago. I didn’t wear my shades throughout it no, I went Sarah Polly plain. I am addicted to The Gladstone’s breakfast sandwich. Here I am talking about not having potatoes with it, taking advantage of the sunbeam and my sunny disposition.
Good to go? Good.
The benefactor.
By the stupid (and gorgeous) expression on my face you’d think we were at the mall or something and not a hip hop show yeah? Well, ‘cept for them tallboys. I need to bring a point and shoot out with me now (mom that’s what I want for christmas) cos I look loads better in real camera pictures than iphone and blackberry ones when we go out, holy crap what have I been doing? I started this (blog) with a camera and I shall end it with one. Time to start practising what I preach.
Adam’s magic ring. It says magic touch, he got it engraved. Ha.
Normally they say Raymi (Raymi the minx, raymi the drinx) but it’s fine Ghostface this time for you I will allow you to have the show, not always about me dog.
It was COLD so I guess for once, literally, we be cold lampin’ that night.
Alicia did you find our horrible poses on pound magazine yet? They’ll be up soon I just tracked them down on FB and asked. There was a Ghostface backdrop when you first came in and we were caught off guard, I don’t even want to see (totally do). Cringing in advance.
I did not know how to navigate this backdrop.
Everyone was ineebs as fuck. Hilar.
Ol Brosz7y was there too.
Ah doye. They keep my pants up they do. Ran home from brunch yesterday in the cold and pants kept falling down. I think an easier solution would be a belt.
Yip yip.
Every time I tried to talk to Alicia I got pecked in the head by her hat brim so I’d have to turn her head around to the opposite ear. #hiphopproblems
Check the gargantuan rip on the inside of my pants, even skinny chicks can rip their pants. They fine, actually are too big now but are getting tighter on my thighs so when I pull them up they rip some more and more. FUN. Alicia‘s pants match my jacket.
Sick.
Last night we had another family jam. Right now we are doing the sergeant pepper’s puzzle my uncle bought my dad and chillin’. Have to go to my nana’s and do her tree this afternoon. Oh joy. She’s going to do us a roast.
I can clear the hedge in front of my dad’s, I am so going to start longboarding again before I am too old and crotchety.
Linda is fun. I used to wear my shirts like that. Do you think she could beat me up? Teacher said there is only one way to find out. I am competitive.
Gonna text him this. Standby for reaction, he asked if we “were cool” and I said yes, (but I’m still pissed).
Another family day in the pan. It’s almost time for brunch again! Last time we were a scene. Ha. UPDATE: turns out I told our waitress to FUCK OFF over email this week. WHOOPS. She was email blowin’ me up like 40 forwards and I thought it was a spam bot or I dunno I am always being fucked with. I gave her the colour of my hair dye and we were tight, she even hugged me. I think she liked it. She is a big mouth we love her. She told all the staff and they are like we tell her that all the time (to f off). She’s a 65 year old Raymi Peacock with lots of makeup platinum hair and feather earrings, Harvest Table rules! They’re croatian, total institution. It’s Spice Girls Sunday, puzzle time and screwdrivers, have to get well lubed before I hit Nana’s house.
OH and guess what DECEMBER 18 is our XMAS BURLESQUE SHOW! So make sure to mark that holidate off! YES!
