my new necklace!

by JaM jewelry. check this adorable email i received regarding it:

Hey Raymi.
My name is Meghynn and i think you pretty much rule. Usually i hate reading other peoples blogs, but yours is not boring, even when youre bored.
Ok, anyway,basically all i do is get drunk on boxes of wine in my apartment in Newfoundland, and make weird/recycled/pretty jewelery.It kiinda reminds me of some stuff that I’ve seen you wear so i was thinking you might think its cool. Im too ghetto for a website so I have a facebook group with pictures of all of it, and i think you should check it out, because i would just love love love it if you could pick out a piece, and i could send it to you, and you could wear it out or just wear it and take a picture of it, and put it on your blog and other people outside of this isolated province could see it and holy shit, i would love you forevskies. And you can totally keep it.

Its called JaM Jewellery, you can look it up, or i could invite you to the group, and you could look through all of it and pick out anything that doesnt say SOLD. Hell, even if you did like one of the sold ones im sure me and my other half could make you something similar, or better.
I also totally understand if you dont want to do it, because you dont really know me from a hole in the ground.
Ok, thankyou.
Meghynn

i was totally blown away by their stuff, i’m getting one more too, can’t decide! anyway here is their facebook group you should join to go through all their cute pictures.

i LOVE this one, so darling:

and this too but it’s sold, they’re going to incorporate the peacock feather for me into another necklace, hopefully.

other faves of mine:

one of these days i’ll get my ears pierced again.

brilliant.

ack my weakness, fucked up jewelry and cute girls who are totally bananas!

oh and you had me at boxed wine.

+++

KatyP: dude, it was cool that you stood up for amy winehouse ya know

me: oh yeah?

KatyP: she may be drugged up and stuff but she’s feckin awesome

me: i got so much shit about that
nasty comments

KatyP: you’re like the defender of the underdog artists mang
go you

me: i forgot to mention [no i didn’t] the part where i said yeah but shes still a fucking human being
when the bartender said we are just talking about someone we dont even know
idiot
like that makes it ok?

KatyP: i hate it when artists get flak for doing drugs and drinking
i think to some extent a lot of artists need to alter the every day experience in order to be creative
and it’s stupid that people fixate on that shit
or make it like the most important thing and feel like they are good enough to judge

me: yeah people forget that being a drug addict is part of the allure of why they like the fucking artist to begin with

KatyP: like, who are you, shitty bartender, to start criticizing fucking amy winehouse?

me: a total fucking roidhead
who works in a pub

KatyP: lol

me: at 38 years old
total square

KatyP: yeah and what gift has he given to this world that puts me above this artist who’s records are being played all over the feckin globe and people everywhere are groovin too and loving?
puts *him
i think you and winehouse would totally get along

me: yeah a recipe for trouble thats for sure

KatyP: you’re both like unashamed and blatant
haha

great find via tuppenhut who wears turbans now! omgZlolZrofl! she looks awesome, if not for bangs, i would try this look out for like two minutes before everyone laughed at me and called me an idiot on my blog YOU GUYS ARE DICKS!

who wants a mini shitty fashion shoot of all the other dresses i said NO to, i’m not going to bother if no one cares.

wait a minute, yes i will!

good for you girl! sorry for the ‘girl’ there. couldn’t think of anything else.

ps dudes it’s like totally my birthday party this saturday, are you coming? do you even like me still?

thanks pitt for a fabulous nite that ended in me and fil fighting instead of just going home when we should have, ha, looking at these pictures right now combined with the gut rot i have, i feel like barfing. no more shitty sports bars!

hahah

total office affair goin’ on here, she’s early 20’s, he’s a billion, and it’s 11 at nite, at a casey’s, come on people!

pitt insisted on eating my hot pepper, and fully regretted it. can you say spicy spew?

makeup malfunction, no matter i was the only good looking chick in that fuckin’ place.

classy i know right? the bartender said i could not take a backed chair from the bar to our little table, i said uh are you serious? (our table’s proximity to the bar is that of pitt’s height, short, short proximity ok, (i have ALWAYS done this in the past before no problem) so this dude instead of being concerned with the comfort of the paying customer WHO IS THERE he is focusing on the “MAYBE” customer WHO NEVER SHOWED. about 8 backed chairs remained empty at the bar for the majority of our time at the loose moose, when finally i passive aggressively switched one with my stool (my ass is still hurting) and the dj saw and likely told on me, when i went to the bathroom i told fil that if he takes it back ask for the bill immediately and yes i am making it a “thing” – sitting on a stool in a crappy sports bar with crappy booze selection, prices, and food, does not encourage me to stay very long or even enjoy myself, take a note of that fuckface bartender.

cos it isn’t, but my dumb video on youtube came back so my fight with youtube is over, that is all.

working out sucks!

i feel great though! now i get what all you’ve been nagging about re: this exercising shit.

ha sweaty stinky greasebag.

Leslie: are you joking? rowing machine?
fyi, you are going to put on 1-2 pounds a day in nola

me: omg
i also worked out on a shitty exercise bike
and stared at my ugly face in the jazz mirror
and fat arms

Leslie: you are seriously obese and gross. maybe you should just kill yourself
weirdo. stop obsessing

me: yeah maybe ill drown myself in the mississippi

Leslie: poetic!
it’s super muddy though
you might choke before you drown

me: ill put rocks in my pockets and just walk in
like jane austen

Leslie: …i’m visualizing…

me: wearing a dress that a crazy lady would wear in the wicker man
buttoned up to my neck

some more pics on my flickr from friday if anyone cares.

emilio attempts to defend the scarf/t-shirt combo.

i almost blew my head off from listening to fil and broszkowski discuss their fucking cameras all goddamn day/nite long, it is even boringer than listening to samir and fil discuss motorcycles, which makes my eyes glaze over like an opium pipe packed to the gills. they made absolutely zero effort to discuss anything other than speed lighting, batteries, shows, all that garbage, when there was a lull in conversation it’d be like so….back to cameras.

um yeah, you have nothing to worry about there.

spring cleaning here i come.

like, next week or something.

dinner and some hangin’ at the sharpies/samirs/samerin ungh so many names!

bizo was into partying, way more sociable these days, the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.

not so smart now are ya bizo?

back-up.

turn down the bonding a notch please i’m trying to watch superbad over here.

dericious dinner.

tilapia.

cheesy italian wine we bought for their surprise engagement party, not bad, though hard to tell cos their wine fridge was cranked and everything tasted the same to me, arctic wine.

finally!

it was really hard to capture this boring kodak moment.

bizo’s like nice waistline what are you a pre-pubescent gymnast?

ok fine bye.

hahahhahaha

i almost cut off my thumb sat’nite while slicing up apples at samir/sharpie’s, it wasn’t until i got to the very last slice that the knife whipped through the end of my left thumb, i stopped it just in time of it completing it’s tour through my fingernail. i was also baked. then i thought how embarrassing, and they’re going to think i got blood all over their apples, also, i was trying to surprise everyone, surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!

my hair is soooooooooooooooooooooo dry. i gave it a cut last week and since then it seems even drier what gives. i hope i can salvage it.

i’ve been transcribing my journal into book all day and feeling like a loser cos the majority of the entries take place in bars or nauseous on the bathroom floor at 3am (not even from the booze) i also feel fat cos i’m pre-pre-menstrual and i had some cookies saturday nite, actually the entire weekend was kind of over the top consumptionville. no more meats and cheeses! or shitty champagne!

that’s all.

yeah right like you believe that.

the only yes.

this one’s a NO.

tempting, but no.

now for sunday drive…

i played a game with myself of trying to spot as many miserable easter drive families trapped in their cars as possible.

several restroom breaks for me yesterday.

port dover, where the folk come to sit in their minivans and stare at seagulls and water and drink tim horton’s zzzzz.

disgusting, way to go port dover, why is it unsurprising that the simplest of minds spring from small towns?