Brother Tucker, final art your dad smoked weed to.

inspired by this photo obvs.

Hey there Raymi,

So this past summer I was in Peru, doing some sightseeing, minding my own business, when a sign caught my attention. It said “Nuna Raymi” which I think is a name… (don’t know what nuna translates to in English, but think it’s just a name. Anyway, seeing as I’m a fan of your blogggg I thought you’d get a kick out of this. Anyway, this picture was taken in the town of Cusco, which is in the middle of the Andes, and near Machu Picchu. I love how it says that Nuna Raymi is a restaurant, but is a store which sells art in the end.

Hope you enjoy, and congrats on the somewhat distant engagment,

D

one more cute email for the road

I <3 You Dear Raymi, You are amazing. I am in law school, and you keep me very amused when I should be paying attention to some boring lecture. I <3 your blog, please keep it up. Thank you, Lia

early bday gift swoonsies.

i found this online around valentine’s day, can’t remember where, but i sent the link to fil and said you should get me this, then forgot about it. note to self – send fil links more often.

my blood pressure results, killin’ time waiting for fil, just got off the phone with him so maybe my reading could have been better heh.

pretty normal. when my doctor tells me my blood pressure results it’s like, why is this no less confusing than the dewy decimal system can’t you just pick a number and like say that number is 300 then i’d know i should lay off the chili dogs. who invented this something over something shit? end seinfeld rant.

same print on both sides. this thing is gonna be so dirty when i’m through with it (though it has a coat of waterproof something on it so maybe we’re good).

teabaggin’ RIpieces dooney’s, you sucked. ahha the self-important poet/writers have a website too (google it i’m not supplying them traffic from here f no).

what a stupid fucking baby right, ugh. hat and hoods just do not work.

sorry dreamy much?

sorry crabby much? kidding, i was not crabby at this point in time but i was slightly annoyed by the door that would.not.fucking.shut. we are bringing a chisel the next time we go to the victory.

the guilty party.

i lost myself in this charming stained glass. yes you can punch me if i ever say that out loud around you.

but i really did!

a present, from steph‘s give-aways.

oh look they work!

fantastic! i told this story about a guy who bought a rubbermaid garbage bin from the hardware store i worked at and before he left he stepped on the thing that pops the lid open (peddle?) chucked in a crumpled up piece of paper and exclaimed IT WORKS! i laughed my head off but no one else did. i think i laughed about it for the rest of my shift even and co-workers are like what is WRONG with you? um, everything?

sharpie when you need someone to take that cardi off your hands you know who to call.

filmir.

hi.

fil!

it was cold sitting by the door that wouldn’t close.

filmir.

sigh my nails no longer look like this as i ripped most of them out yesterday due to stress-related incidents, ie. life.

samir’s flick.

you guys know this show right?

i dunno why but i always expect these to be taken down when we visit, i’m the securest person ever.

on to destination deux.

evidently this was rather interesting at the time.

ghost shack.

baby strikes back.

ahh reposado is a nice place when it’s near-empty. this band was playing la vie en rose on cello, base drum and whatever jazz instruments are. they also did a good radiohead tune, off amnesiac i believe.

i realised i rarely take the stupid self photo picture these days, it’s officially over i think. except for moments like these?

dig the embellishments. samir and sharpie both carried home those weird tequila bottles the last time they were here and woke up the next day all wtf? they were like yes we will turn these into lamps. i support this endeavor.

nice.

also nice.

oh man that in-house onion dip blows my head off. we had to ask for more.

they make the chips too, that’s what i was told over the summer. who knows.

ok bye bye time to pack, steph is on the way over to say bye, i have a ton of stress/menses zits, i look like swamp-thing and i am sitting in rags cos i don’t want to spoil all my clean clothes for packing. keep dropping your toronto blog urls in the comments section of the post below there’s no urgency for this thing.

fil got new socks and lined them up like the blair witch project on my pillow wtf? or like a cat presenting a dead bird. am i your owner fil?

THRILLSVILLE!

Hey Miss!

Be well,
Jenny

i LOVE this cat that lives next door to sharpie/samir. samir hates it.

such a friendly guy.

yep, slippers are still givin’er.

can i take you home?

just like that eh the little slut.

at this point samir’s all ew it’s all flea-ridden and ticky or something ha as if that stops me.

just a little bit meh about it.

where ya goin’ party cat?

hahahah he kept in-pace with samir’s strides for a few they’re like GET lost.

straw distraction.

peace guy.

here’s a picture of nana’s dream coming to fruition.

inspecting the hardware.

satisfied.

and then i practice becoming nana.

good thing i wore the same shirt.

fil just went oh my god under his breath when i told him to look at this post ahhahahahhahaa. mom, time to get a new camera.