Dear blog

How’s it going?

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?

Such whimsy.

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.

Fierce face.

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.

omfg I am blogging

Hello mes amis. Whatever ha ha.

It’s hard to blog when you live in the beach. Have wicked ADD. Are busy af. Summer. OMG shiny things. A baby pug. L-i-v-i-n’ and sum such things but here we are now again so I will try to stuff something awesome down your throats. Truth be told I am not a massive narcissist I don’t feel the inclination to scream off a soapbox everyday my goddamn thoughts and espouse my opinions rantily. Blogging was always a powerful thing to me and the more you do it the more you get out of it. It also fatigues you just as much. Behind scenes I am a massive proponent of blogging to everyone surrounding me and I hugely encourage them to show show show! But me I don’t show or write shit as we all very well know lately. I have no reason to be clammed up rn at all I am just busy doing me. I am working on projects. I don’t need a ribbon for all of my things as in I don’t need to status update every time I floss. I don’t crave validation. I do feel bad about not writing as much (at all) and I throw it on the to do list. So here is a bloody blog post then ARRRRR I am 33 years old and going to talk about myself on a blog that I started 16 years ago.

We have been loving it here man. Beach time rules. I am a burnout at heart a born wild child free spirit hippie waste of space dickhead yeah yeah I know who I am. I see me. So the east end is perfect for that. However it is bittersweet every moment I cherish because this is just a sublet til September. I am always stressed out about shit anyway so what else is new what does it matter. Enjoy your life while you live it. It makes you less ugly if you don’t worry. Don’t get me started ugh.

New places and spaces inspire and take over your psyche. I was watching Season 2 of Bloodline on a Netflix bender that is set in the Florida Keys during hot day after hot day happily in front of a fan on the floor out here in the dead end of the east end. It does feel remote out here a little. The beach is incredible, glorious. New restaurants and bars to piss everybody off at yay!

We had the place to ourselves for a couple of weeks too that was fun and boy how June has just flown by. Enjoy every moment. Enjoying every moment. A psycho mantra in my head as I comb the streets the park the boardwalk lol.

No. Am not narcissistic. Just proud of looking pretty sometimes with minimal effort and it was kind of a skinny moment? Don’t worry I got progressively fatter throughout the day. I do things like that now. ENJOYING MYSELF EATING MAYONAISE FRENCH FRIES ciders panzerottis… just sharing facts and wrapping up the details of my life with you.

This phase of my life involves teenage regression. The pizza pockets lifestyle. Making up for many years’ lost time of not being a beach urchin. Now I know why beach bums seem like their brains are always blasted out walking barefoot in dopey hippie looks and dreadlocks. I am romanticizing like 1 person I saw once in Ft Lauderdale fwahah but anyway it’s because you hear the sound of seagulls and instantly melt into nostalgia McDonald’s dipped soft ice cream cones wet bathing suits stringy hair and freckles time slows and things that really mattered incessantly stop mattering. I feel like I have been living on the run for months it has been a long ass winter and the beach is a nice place to settle if you’re a weirdo like me. or like to walk around like a space cadet and you need some time to figure out your life.

Julian gave me this heart button the first time after we hung out. He threw it in my bag along with other trinkets and junk. We are the same like that. We like things and stuff. Creatives. Hyperly creative and excitable. He inspires me to try and be better.

I was sitting down the other day exactly where I am sitting right now. I was about to blog my face off. Then this dingaling turned up. Then he was placed in a nice home yesterday and now I can finally start getting some shit done today lol. There’s another pug puppy here but I am doing better at ignoring him. Keeps trying to friend me and shit but I am not having it so many dogs have gone through my life lately I can no longer handle it emotionally.

We totally bonded *sniffle*.

We had to move this kept knocking it.

Sigh.

Cutest of the litter in my opinion and I did not know personalities could differ so much or even be a thing so soon. I really loved this little guy lets never talk about it again.

This is my favourite house in the day. One of. I never saw it at night before. Astounding.

Always art jamming it whever the mood strikes too. Going to paint starry night mural out back.

I’ve taken over social for Happy Juice Co. That stuff is gold mang.

Taking Brass Vixens classes as my schedule allows it’s great fun. Excited for a twerk class next!

We went to see Kiefer Sutherland at The Horseshoe last Monday. Took my Mom. Went to the after party. Ordered drinks on his tab. Killer night lol I say no more.

My mom got a lot of rad shots and managed to get up dead center I knew she would. I did NOT like the audience they were horrifically rude and snappy some people very protective of their personal space my mom got bullied too. I forget that as a couple you operate as a unit. You are simply, two people. So when you’re alone it’s easier to deek through the crowd alone. Harder as two. I cannot deal with rude jerks which is what we had to do and made it halfway through the crowd before a woman blocked us from going further meanwhile a guy is screaming in Julian’s face and that is when I LOST IT. It was hot af too. Just way too much after a long day at the beach with my mom.

Another one for the books as usual.

We all had our moment with him too.

Kiefer liked my mom more than me. I am fine with that.

I took the country band thing seriously and wore plaid. I should have dressed like a slonky. My bad. SO I didn’t even try to butter him up I was like hey. Bahah. We got him shots of whiskey which he didn’t drink so we drank them. Maybe he was scared of us. I literally don’t care.

Played some gigantic birdies badminton the morning after.

We got better as we played.

:).

Kinda feel like playing now.

Rebecca came by with Bowie for a night that was a great time! I have many more pics to share later on everyone is talking to me in the kitchen right now it’s hard to focus.

We went to Le Baratin for dinner last week. Divine! Going on a diet tomorrow for frig sakes.

Oh lord yum yums.

I like fancying up sometimes.

I made a throwback collage.

Alright ttyl dinner time I’ll save Donna Dolphy’s post for next one xo.

blog dj

Hey pals. Look I selfie stick now it’s the latest new thing. A girl I know dropped her Iphone while on top of a volcano on her destination wedding trip recently and I think about that each time I use it. Yikes.

This blog post is going to be about THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF MY LIFE.

Woah that sounds dark *knocks on wood*. THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF MY LIFE. SHIT I DONE THE LAST FEW WEEKS. Good and good lets look.

Love this ring. It’s Medeival kinda and well made. Do you know the kind of stone it is? We went to a church sale. Got a good deal on my finds I did. Julian has the other ring I got it’s too big afterall. The pair compliment each other.

I have her email I must write to her before I lose the card.

We had dinner at a nice place in an undisclosed location. Post bday hangover thing. I dressed like a lion tamer four year old.

I have no idea how to caption this @julianbachlow

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Julian says I can’t do nudes anymore and if I do he’s going to do them too until I stop it. HAhahaha. One day I will (re)-tell you the story of how we met years ago. It’s actually in my blog archive six years back hint for the psychos/hardcores who just must know.

My caesar baby.

Dinner times!

SO good. Heavenly.

Don’t be a champagne snob it was perfs.

His.

Butter chicken. Next time I would just order this so I can eat it all in one sitting. Date night is great night. As long as you restrict in between WHICH I haven’t at all except for when in the city. Whatevs just enjoy life.

We bought that ball when we went on an art supply bender at Michaels. Which reminds me of a piece I need to write about them. Note to self for later.

Julian’s 30th BDay party. We are the party. Brett came by too. It stormed crazy all night long and the lights would go out it was exhilarating a bit.

Ah derps. Earlier that day we went to the Mandarin and had a walk which Julian’s Dad recorded of all of us in High DEF 3D and we watched it the other day it’s hysterical af I can’t even begin to describe it LOL.

Dirty 30 @julianbachlow wet chair mandarin buffet and new friends.

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Fellow early bird Mandarin diners like us too. They are like 90 years old a piece (about). Merv stopped us for a chat on our way out adorb and pervy. Merv the perv ftw! Gord, Merv and John. When you are zany in love your energy spreads like wildfire. They asked who’s bday it was and I said Julian’s, he’s 30. They gab for a bit and then I go and I am 33 all proud af and that gave Merv the thrill of a lifetime. He repeated it many times afterward, “you’re 33. So, you’re thirty threeee eh.”

New show #SUPERMODEL MARKET @julianbachlow @raymitheminx pose-off Aisle 5.

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Our other bestie is the girl at the supermarket and we show her what we plan to eat that night and the wine to go with it or caesars. She must be bored out of her mind and we’re the perfect storm for that. She’s like how were your puffs last night I am like oh we destroyed them you know it! Totally this close to asking her to hang out but will leave the two worlds separated probably for the best.

We went to a stag n doe one night in the pouring rain and predictably got obliterated and later on my purse was attacked by a spraypaint stenciling monster. It looks like something from a Destiny’s Child music video. In case you are wondering that means it is tacky oh well what me worry. I hate this purse to be honest it’s so small I have to carry my phone alongside it if I want it to close if I have too many other things in there. Like I have to choose between what is really necessary to take with and I am a hoarder so therfore this teeny purse blows. Will be good for a cocktail gala I will never be invited to plus it’s no longer black so fail fail fail like a whale.

I am pretty sure I will survive.

That is some 30th Birthday look eh. He still gets carded for smokes. And still smokes.

Enjoyed this windy walk my dress flew all over the place and I was sweltering like a mennonite in my black tights. I am so pale right now if it wasn’t a family walk I would have removed stockings.

Road cheese emergency. Almost as good as road head. Wait a minute. Tons better than muahaha.

I love this set-up.

lul.

I got Kanye dissed. I prevailed with this treasure for you.

We have been hotel life for a bit here and there. “It is neat”.

<3.

June 6th at The Horseshoe. You will hear something you have never heard before and see magical things. It’s Shoeless Monday (FREE AF) it’ll be a party come dance.

SHOW FLYER THERE YOU GO YO. Plus soundcloud listen to him so talented.

Shrug.

I also went golfing. There will be a whole Rayme Toronto post on that. I smashed those balls brah I am good at golf and athletic, competitive. Give me a thing and I will do it.

It was nice to see another lifer too, a blog diva such as myself wedding girl .ca I think? Don’t worry like I said full post later on just relax okay.

Then I was feeling myself. Generally I am self conscious of my looks and feeling fugly, like a scruff. When I am on fleek I celebrate that so just shoosh ya haters.

I wasn’t done yet though.

Some more highlights.

FO’ SALE. The wolf looks like this now:

Wolfy watches you. Make an offer I cannot refuse #starvingartist.

Aerial fitness class taught by Shannon yesterday on Yonge. Loved it.

My uniform. Reject shirt the shoes are wrong LOL!

I’ve got one left of these numbers, this one no longer looks like this as I added layers of gold and whatever to it who even knows.

There we go the one on the right is avail. The middle is for my bro’s daughter who will be due in…June? The one on the left is going to Nawlins. I have a lot of paintings to ship actually. Do whatever you can on the side to make money am I right am I right? I am right.

The weather was great this day. There is just something about sun. Well. A lot of things but you know what I mean. IT IS MAGIC FROM THE SKY.

I am so Justin Bieber. Don’t hate me cos ya ain’t me.

(I will never say that term again here promies). OMG promies is my new thing now though. I am so Raymazing. I mean. Grateful for my mind. Sometimes it works against me and sometimes it is fine.

Buttons and teddy bears for the baby girl I should have gotten a bow stencil. Stenciling is fun. I killed the can of pink spraypaint.

I am cool. This place is awesome actually.

Guess who is a hypocrite secretly drinking boxed water like a douchebag for weeks meow ha ha!

These guys. Will be chillin in BTown this long weekend. Should be purty tight. AND the Hammer!

Here I am looking juicy picking up my glasses then Julian wanted a pair.

The power was going out one night so then we were forced to all talk to each other once my laptop died and our wine dance party was over LOL and I learned some truly interesting things. There is always wildlife and creatures roaming the property and howling winds it gets spooky.

Lana had an art show at Paletta mansion I finally got to see the inside of it. I have spent a lot of times on the grounds in the park generally loitering and just mooning about in the flowers and forest. I know the history it’s kinda Gatsby-esque in an extremely Ontario/Hamilton steel fires burning across the water fashion.

Just you know, more of my giftedness.

I ate one. I had to could not resist and I have zero shame. The middle had something in it I forget. Delicious though.

Another lovely day spent on Queen west.

I should not have looked at this.

Love embedding tweets what a time saver. I uploaded all of these for the most part to flickr anyway. This catched the sun and burns birght gold and looks totally normal girly cute not-intense when not lit up.

FEEL SELF SHOW SELF.

Julian collects lot sof weird masks accessories and disguises like me.

Catching the last bit of sun. It has been a long winter.

Stagg chili philly cream cheese layered dip I added mushrooms and green onions too. Seen seen. Steph’s superbowl chili recipe. You throw the tin away when done.

I have gained weight but am quickly getting back in shape again so it doesn’t really matter now does it. I am a foodie it is what I do!

We showed up to Ukranian Easter at his relatives with my hair like this and Julian’s Dad was all oh my god get that shit out of your hair what!??! HAhaha. That means he liked it.

I tried blood sausage. Omg whyyy???? It tastes like it sounds and looks.

The moment my pizza got smushed at that wrestling party at Super Wonder Gallery I have a lot of crap to catch up on.

Absolutely hilarious though. We partied with all the wrestler actors backstage afterward.

I just love to win.

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I am a ham.

Girl trying to get the most attention at the art show #outfit.

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My outfit.

OMG there is me LOL. This was the most hilarious night ever I did not stop laughing for 3 hours straight. I will write about it later I promies.

PROFESSIONAL was his name and people were just arbitrarily yelling it out. I could not stop laughing at all.

This past Monday.

Next level.

I went for wings dressed like that. FABULOUS.

Buy this giant lampshadelier!

In real life you need to see it to take in the awesome of its grandness. It is sister to a bunch like it in a Mexican resto in the Distillery District. Make an offer!

Dying to know what happened here.

New twerk pants thank you Shannon.

Before Aerial class yesterday we did Ass Kick. I am loving these Brass Vixens classes big time. It’s a lifestyle, social club and good routine to get into. Not to mention fun. There are three BrassVixens locations in Toronto and one in Mississauga.

It’s a zen-like space in there. Good to shut the world out in.

Once I get pics of each class I take I can finally do the full classes. I am OCD plus abide by my own Raymism motto. PEOPLE DON’T KNOW IF YOU DON’T SHOW. There are a lot of life moments I use to cover each bit of incessantly and there’s just so much life that I live these days I cannot even begin to capture it all. I still have the urge and I still make the effort but just lesser and, it irks me. #blogshame.

Lunch reward is gangster. I am happy to be bonding with my buddy Shannon lately. It’s fun to make plans together. I am one of those needs things to look forward to types. I think many people are.

Model practise @sarasaraduke dress to be seen out in an apple orchard very soon.

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Aaaaand my new dress I finally tried on and we are done here for now folks thank the blog and goodnight!

l’enfant terrible

Bonjour everyone who sort of gives a shit. Today’s blog post will include many images I have clogged up my phone with the intention of one day blogging. My phone is now dead asf but as fate would have it I emailed myself a flood the day prior so I at least have these. I am not exactly depressed about all the other stuff I’ve lost from the device, it can be freeing, but moreso I’m depressed about losing my contacts (headache) and being unable to connect with my loved ones and all of my friends. A phone is more than a phone, end of story.

It was fine Sunday night, but when I woke up yesterday it was sending me the same text message in a loop all day then it would turn off every 5 seconds before I could say hi to anyone or thing on that thing. Enraging AF. In a couple of days a replacement phone will arrive but I had to do a lot to make that happen and doing a lot is not one of my favourite past times. Someone also played a cruel trick on me during this ordeal which made my layers of rage and hell out of this world. When it Raymes it pours, bruv and no I will not look back on this experience one day and laugh about it. I will be equally as pissed then as I am now.

I remember this outfit garnering a lot of looks on my journey through the streets. Sometimes when you put together an outfit that hyper-works you feel like a caricature. Wait til you see what I wear tonight at Swan Dive!

Spent a week in July in PEI. Was awesome. Ate so much fresh lobster and drank great wine. As a Canadian, I feel it is a duty to visit as many provinces as possible in your lifetime and maybe save the boring ones for last. Everytime I hashtag #PEI on twitter it automatically gets retweeted by some Prince Edward Island bot account, love it.

If you’re a Raymi superfan then you’ll know this image isn’t redundant exactly. The other one I posted over the summer is of me jumping in the air like an idiot. We were hung asf then checked-out and drove to the coast. Over the course of our one night in Charlottetown, we hit every hipster bar there was and found all the things I needed to find. Reminded me of a night in Ottawa, it’s not a huge city so you can make your moves to see all the right spots in a night. You can’t do that in Toronto unless you have a time machine.

The post I had in the pan for a night at The Spoke Club is kaput now as I have lost all those images except for this. It’s hard to be organized as someone in the creative sector when I am the only employee I have. My job is at night, these events, so when I’m recovering the next day there is no one to get on board and just do it for me. When I was younger I was able to get out many blog posts in a day. My life is fuller now I think is why, I do “too much” and am satiated for the most part so I don’t see the need to blog it right away desperately so. I should be though because when I do, traffic goes up, more clients, etc etc etc.

So many awesome things happen from this blog and when they do they are great motivators to keep doing it. It was a trip to meet Ollya and her husband was just like what is going on here I was like, I am her hero I know you can’t tell by looking at me sorry hahah. She was posing with me in a line-up of chicks and I asked my friend, who is she to remind me how I knew her because I didn’t want to look rude and he (mistakenly) said we met her on Halloween. Wrong. She has read my blog for ten years, knows peers of mine and when we started turning up in each other’s pictures she was like you know Raymi?? She didn’t know I’d be turning up to Shanny’s party last Thursday. AND. All these other women were majorly nice to me and praising it really lifted me up. I really fucking hate mean girls so, when everyone gets along it’s like a high. Meeting people who love my blog and hearing it has gotten them through some rough times makes me go FUCK YEAH.

This summer I didn’t beach as much as I’d have liked to. There were hot girls in bikinis all around us hating the fact we were taking pictures. Oh get over it this isn’t about you.

On way to a lunch meeting I’m checking out if my disaster of a hangover is noticeable LOL. My boobs look big here cos I’m wearing a bikini top, no magic to it actually.

Don’t think I ever posted this. Forget where I wore this ding dong outfit probably just to metro. Sometimes it takes time and space to be comfortable posting the silly pics I take.

What a day this was. I’m bummed to lose the loads of pics on my phone I never got around to blogging. Boat owner was at party other night and I am invited back on the boat if I bring girls in bikinis with me. Guys and their jib bunnies..I don’t write the rules I just play by ‘em. I always seem to have leg bruises. I am tall and my thighs graze the bed frame here or a counter, table. Tall girl problems.

Managed to save this. It was a paid shoot but I didn’t receive nearly enough of the photos we took together which makes me curious as all hell. Let me know if you find them floating around on some overseas pr0n site jeez.

Nip shot! From same day as shoot. I get as slender as I can but different lingerie pieces can make your body look blobbier. Meh.

Me and all my friends. ha. Actually four girls were watching and heckling me so I party-monstered them into feeling really bad about themselves for bullying me and then we all posed together and became party besties. Wonder if they still read my blog ahah.

My first time in Detroit. Ahh, Detroit. Where to begin lol.

As crazy as 2015 was all around, and by cray I mean amazing. It has been eye-opening as an artist. It’s not hard to just DO THINGS. Have an idea, then fucking do it. Then do it again and better. What does this all mean? It’s got to mean something. I’m a special breed and some people discovered me, shon a bit of light on me. Don’t ever listen to your haters. They hate you cos they ain’t you. It’s such a waste of time and unhealthy. They mean nothing to me. Look at my enriched life don’t I look busy being a ding dong? Happily so.

I get to see this all the time. It’s like my power wall. Good memories. Even when it’s overcast the paint is bright blue and glowing. Detroit has it going on again. You’ve seen these before but for some reason I sent them to myself for this post so enjoy them again!

TIFF party.

Another film fest party. This summer was bananaanannaas. We dashed out to the car at one point and on this adorb street I jumped into this walkway for a photo.

Hmm gauging by this pose and face I am probs about 70% licked by this point. When we bounced from the party we drove to the country in the night and I was wrapped in a blanket containment bundle in the front seat because I did not want to do this trip just before going to Detroit but we did it anyway.

For some reason there was a Bill Cosby one up on the wall too.

I got about 3 glasses of champagne out of that chick.

Hello.

My hair looks like a total wig here. This was an excellent night.

Shorts weather. Sigh.

My wardrobe for a tv series I am in that will be airing this month. I have a lot of scenes and I snort (pretend) drugs. Can’t wait.

That’s all for now. Come see me at Swan Dive tonight 1631 Dundas St I’ll be there 9-FOREVER xoxo.

How much is that blogger in the window

Vasko is a genius.

Look look!

I’m a Sexpert. Dr. Raymi Love. First the NYT (thrice, natch) and now Elle. Next week PLAYBOY. #hustla.

Nice piece Bobby! I’ve been harassing him since May about this one lol. Here’s what it was in full, which I guess I can post because 1. I wrote it and 2. It’s already in print. Kay here we go. I have zero recollection of what you are about to read, yay mystery post! I’m so Hunter S. right meow, no, the rum diary guy whatever guy that was. BURP.

Is confidence key (for men) in a club-like setting?

Yes definitely but not over-bravado, which can easily be mistook for THAT GUY IS SO A PLAYER. But in a club-like setting it doesn’t matter cos you can’t hear what is even going on cos you’re usually wasted or on drugs or probably both (this is coming from a party girl standpoint) so therefore the over-enthusiasm and attention is fully appreciated if the guy isn’t a letch, euro trash sleazy letchy and dry humping your leg. But at a place I’d go to with my classy (then get silly) girls, a place after work hours in the financial district where everyone is dripping with confidence, you must go the distance, cock-block, and buy her and her girls a round of drinks then you can chat them up for a good half hour and see if there is a spark. If you don’t have confidence, you can hide behind online dating and fake it til you make it.

Is there any way for a guy to “score” without being aggressive at a club/bar atmosphere?

Be devastatingly handsome and practise your best smouldering Clive Owen smouldering, brooding looks, stare puzzlingly into your glass, ignore everyone and wait for the prey to come to you. Wait til last call til the married lying bastards clear out and head home on the train. Wear an awesome outfit, have good style, avoid Trailer Park Boys, be GQ. What males in cinema are you drawn to or emulate, be them, but be yourself.

Do you feel obligated to chat with a guy after he’s bought you a drink?

If I didn’t want anything to do with him then I wouldn’t have accepted his offer, I’m not desperate and I have my own money but that’s not to say I haven’t taken advantage of these drunk perverts so you have to have your wits about you to know if you are being taken advantage of. What are you looking for, love or a bone? Women have motives too. Some guys buy you drinks and forgot they did, disappear, it’s bizarre, so we don’t get a chance to feel bought or obligated. The bar/club scene is a wild place. Some mammals buy you drinks, some don’t.

Will you dance (or entertain) somebody you haven’t talked to just because he’s approached you on the dance floor?

Yup. Life is short and I have come out of my shell unlike the shy girl I used to be despite the image of confidence I project. My mother is also very shy, but we are cute, I draw them in and she goes in for the kill like a tag team. Your buddies are your support system too, the more the merrier in a dating crew even mixing the sexes. I let the guy on the dancefloor know when enough is enough though that’s for sure. It can get awkward. Also, if I see a dude in a bar I like there is nothing stopping me from approaching him if I am feeling up to it. But I’m a girl’s girl, if there’s another bird with her talons in him I won’t bother.

Is it common in modern society for women to approach men in a bar setting? If that’s the case, do you (personally) use a more aggressive, or laid-back approach?

Depends on the talent of the room. There’s moments where you lock eyes and everyone else in the room goes away and it doesn’t matter how many trolls chairs or obstacles are in your path, you meet on the same playing level and then see if there’s a spark. I’ve been both laidback and aggressive. I think women are super aggressive these days than they used to be and yes it’s common, for alpha chicks, we are all getting hotter and preening and self pampering, there’s more women on the planet and not enough men to go around so tell all your loser single friends to man up already, we’re waiting now catch up.

(ps. I wrote all of this before I met Steve).

Well? TGI-EFF. Gotta scoot. xo your hero.