Steph: hey im still here
i have a video game headache i should get high?
check out this pic i found

me: hiii

Steph: awesome hair

me: aw thanks

Steph: look how i cut myself out ahahah

me: i dont see anything

Steph: in the email

me: awww
why did u do that again
are u on invisible
are you hiding from the internet law
ok lets get high let me know when i should get my gear
yoo
fine

Steph: hahahhaa
sorry im making soup
THEN we do it
what are you up to
ill roll while the soup heats
ah fuck it ill smoke ol cloggy pipe
ready when you are

me: haha ok
ok getting high now
with little prince
oh man be somebody

Steph: roger that
what?

me: in kill bill when the strip club guy gives the stripper a line he says be somebody baby
i say that sometimes when i pass someone a drink

Steph: you’re so coooooool

me: I SAY THINGS

Steph: did u see i put a song on my blog for you

me: tips man
no!

Steph: sheesh

me: my sound card is fucked so i skip vids

Steph: aw

me: its depressing dont start lori

Steph: hahahaha

me: ahahhahaa

Steph: hows tracy are u guys good again

me: only now its working but i have to do she and him homework for concert tonite
um i told her to piss off yesterday

Steph: ahahaha

me: she leaves nice comments but like i said i was in a better mood then she sends a bring down email telling me what i should say to my therapist because i am 13 years old apparently still

Steph: omg
MOMS

me: i know

Steph: brb

me: what u cant do that during stoner chat
now im going to be stuck in a space out vortex for 20 mins

Steph: hahahah
just stirring dude
i wonder what your mom would think of me

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me: who cares

Steph: gaha

me: all parents are cagey around me
i always feel like my personality is yelling at them
so i have to make it tip toe

Steph: my mom would like you i can actually picture it
my parents are dumb, but not uptight, perf combo hahahah
my dad would laugh at everything you said and totally not get it

me: wicked
story of my life

Steph: no thats good! hahaha
with my parents anyways

me: here comes a fil i have to say this cos i tweeted it yesterday

Steph: haha what?

me: http://twitter.com/raymitheminx/status/15682725181
made this joke up yesterday http://twitter.com/raymitheminx/status/15735835892

Steph: hahaha i read that
our neighbour says “what the fuck anyways”

me: yeah neighbours are allowed to do that

Steph: smeltzer
i hope if you visit you meet him

me: do you like that my gchat status says jerking off
i hope i high five the mayor this time
last time waving at him in my bikini sticking out the window of your pickup truck needs to be topped

Steph: hahahahaha
how did you know it was the mayor

me: you told me

Steph: oh YEEEEEEEEEEEAH
is terry there yet?

me: not yet
are u floored

Steph: SUPER stoked for you

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me: i am going to try and fuck him for team skid

Steph: and jealous
HAHAHAHAHA

me: haha maybe i shouldnt blog that

Steph: OMG

me: HAHAHAHAHAH

Steph: SERIOUSLY

me: i could lure him into my bedroom

Steph: can i please tell ryan that

me: i want to blog a post of every guy sitting on my bed ive taken a pic of
like 20
dont fuck them all but
ok im not blogging that either

Steph: hahahaha no maybe no

me: great material

Steph: hows it going with tall beast

me: goin out to she and him tonite
its fun

Steph: oh fun

me: ***** says hi

Steph: tell him fuck you

me: *****: tell her i say hi
me: ok
but now we have to make fun of you
HAHAHA

Steph: HAHAHAHA
totally do

me: told him

Steph: that guys a tart. and THAT you can print!

me: *****: ha
me: having hilarious stoner chat with steph
*****: tell her i say hi

me: she says fuck you

*****: ha
i’m kidding
could have delt with it better for sure
didn’t know how
think i know better now
gotta end it with one of the girls i’m with now

me: ugh

Steph: dear ***** please shut up you’re a massive tart
ps why do i care what he said about me when i met him

me: man i should just blast up this entire chat
BOOM

Steph: hahahah

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me: *****s people and beast people are connected too
in this fucked up way and theyre all reading my blog
this is like meta

Steph: weeeeeeeeird that would make me go mentally insane with paronoia

me: uh yeah
one is a blogger too
and talks shit about everyone
i dont think she’ll mess with me though (though if she contacted me i’d be cool with it. hi!)

Steph: a blogger anyone reads?

me: yes

Steph: fuck her
HAHAHHA

me: HAHAH
I DIDNT KNOW I WAS TALKING TO A TOUGH GUY

Steph: im a dick today
totally dude- i work at the beer store!

me: oh yeah tell me about that

Steph: im not allowed to talk bout it online
gay
wait phone

me: ok
i want a drink so bad but i am so lazy
brb’
fuck

me: oh my god i forwarded our chat verbatin to beast
meh

me: he doesnt care
thats some phone conversation
12 minutes
me: ok lesbian til next time

Steph: sorry i suck, 1 phone call became 2!
i think i have actual friends coming over

me: u have friends?

Steph: sigh
just al

me: aw
69 people on my blog

Steph: magic number EH EH

me: ha
watch the dance vid on my blog

Steph: do you still like **** (not the same asteriks-ed out guy from before)?

me: no
i never did

Steph: you said you were kinda into him

me: does it seem like i do why does everyone think that

Steph: you did say that

me: well had we had sex yet

Steph: please repeat in engrish

me: did i fuck him yet or not

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Steph: i dont know? i didnt even know you had. hahaha i guess it was bad

me: it was lame
beast is a good lay tho

Steph: phew
remember *******?

me: EW
******

Steph: yeah

me: what do u eat when u get the munchies

Steph: whatever is onhand
or at the store before 9pm
my favourite thing right now are half baked bars
ben & jerry’s
you?

me: mm what are those
um i punish myself
catching up on your blog
aw lennon i fucking love lennon
left u two comments

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ok well that one licked the bag.

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so im at this party in tbag friday night and there’s this INSANELY tall blond there and im like, woah that girl is crazy tall (read: intimidatingly hot) and she’s also smashed and so am i and a while later she comes teetering over and she’s all “im sorry but i just have to tell you, i know you guys” in ref to me and rye- turns out she’s a raymi reader (went to U of T and now moved back to tbay) and she just wanted me to make sure i told you “raymi is seriously the coolest, seriously”. seriously. HAHAHA. then she hugged me and cooed over me and took pictures of me for the rest of the night. HAHA. on the drive home yesterday morning rye was like “okay so when we get home you should add her on facebook. you made a new friend and that’s a start” HAHAHAHAHA.
anyway hi i was thinkin of you this weekend!

She already emailed me haahha and pix too I’m going to blog it

so if steph tells you she met a drunken asshole fan last night in tbay…

that would be me. i probably spent 2 hours telling her how much i love your blog and how cute she is. i think these pictures sum it up nicely.
haven’t visited in awhile, you are SO blonde and skinny!!! hotness. xo Karly

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OH MY GOD I MISS YOU STEPH!!! hi karly!

stoney baloney macaroni post comin’ right up.

the sun is coming out. knock knock. who’s there? TODAY RULES.

a hot chick took a photo of my chalkboard message at the central last week or so. i wrote knock knock who’s there? YOU DRINKING CHEAP BEER ON OUR PATIO. sometimes i crank ‘em out of the park you know. just letting you know that.

coffee spazz out time then tan then a walk about then then then.

jammed out with my dad last nite, got some good video of it. we had a great time last nite. wine fubar nice snacks backyard patio tv making fun of everybody ahhh suburbia.

the sun is fully out and it’s hot. i am going to tan so hard and long my tan lines don’t even know.

listening to jewel right now (go dad covers/ed who will save your soul), very nostalgic. this record was the soundtrack to my first boyfriend and i secretly hated her cos she was so stacked and folky. who’s stacked and folky now jewel?! oh man maxwell house coffee is like drinking speed. speed and lightning and a sketchy amped up dealer with mafia ties everyone’s cagey around.

i bid you good day.

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passed out hard last nite the second i got home. had the maybe i should go out itch? it’s saturday nite afterall. then i remembered every nite is saturday for me so i cashed my sleep check. biking by every bar and club on my route home is hard to avoid temptation of especially when people are screaming your name and you can hear it over your tunes. but then one drink turns into 3 in the morning and then i’m a useless tit the following day. useful yet useless. never compromise a day off with a hangover.

late nite fat fucking.

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i’m goin’ west after dance today to weigh myself at my dad’s place. hahaa. and to watch tv and play with the cat. hopefully the weather will be good tomorrow so i can tan in the backyard.

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rhonda and i have become fast friends. she’s hilarious and classy and classless and smart, like me. watching and listening to her talk is like watching myself. total spazz ADD five stories at once what was the point of this anecdote again? fully. melodie and i are like that too. i am picturing a craft circle and the three of us. boom. rhonda is leaving for ireland soon. why does this always happen to me when i meet a new friend?

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pimm’s. see you soon new orleans.

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get him to the greek, hands down hilarious. choke laughing scenes and diddy brought it. I’MA KILL YOU! SMILEY FACE. catch phrases for days.

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ok bye.

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cheese boutique history spat out scattered like by me. my mind was blown all afternoon, so much information, so surreal and pleasing and ahhh dyyyying, good dying. brain is still processing it all. have a few more vids just need to edit out a part or two first.

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hit the vault. it’s like a cheese bank. you can collect and hoard cheese like wine, age it. sell it. eat it. trade it. maybe one day we’ll go back to buying stuff with cheese and gold and livestock. you feel it could be possible when standing in the vault.

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it took twenty people to carry this in, don’t ask me what it is. it’s hard to pay attention when you’re vogueing and thinking and writing down the last thing told to you when they’re on to the next thing. anyway there are only two in the world and this is one of them, i remembered that at least.

there are in fact more than 2 in the world Provolone’s at that weight—however it’s not often done and specially commissioned…CB just happens to have 2 of them in-house and they are 1 year old….although, it sounds better to say that we have the only 2.

pretty much any and every thing in the boutique (i’m gonna start calling it that for short) is exclusive and elite. high-end for days.

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i am bursting with insider info right now also bursting with prosciutto and pate cheese (of course) olives fig and and and.

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afrim is the number one chevalier IN THE WORLD. france rolled in, did the sword anointment thing all that declared ya this guy knows his shit. have you ever been the best at anything ever? like tying your shoe? jesus. he’s so down to earth easy breezy too. as if you wouldn’t be pompous just a little bit if france had your back?

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willy wonka rainbow striped pasta in little italy pasta room. if you’re going to carbs cheat may as well make it worth it. i guess this is why so many rich people are fat.

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stop being mad at me i’ve had a busy week return my call please hahah.

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i took notes because i am an adult professional type person now. funny sidenote story, my uncle was the secretary (like a male nurse?) for this big wheel in parliament some years back, he’s retired now but anyway there was this photo pamphlet on my grandparent’s fridge of these players doing their political thing thang and in one photo my uncle is looking down at his papers with a pen in his hand and all my family would ever do is rip into him like what were you actually pretending to write while this photo was being taken, your grocery list? something about golf? meanwhile how many of us are political secretary big deals? zero. i exclusively think about this whenever i see anyone taking notes. don’t you just love my stories?

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yesterday the beast and i met for sangria and i looked amazing. he said he looked like he came from the garbage hahahah. i mention this because i have the stamp from last nite on my inner wrist. PAID. thanks tattoo. today it made me feel like i looked like i came from the garbage. what kind of ink do you use??

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to say my ass wasn’t kissed just a little bit, oh no. the big guy, father, owner, patriarch kept commenting on how beautiful i was. or was it pretty? who cares keep it coming! afrim prepared me the best lunch. lets start the raymi fat tracker right now.

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hedonistic. down right. that little shop of horrors looking plant is a fig. sorry for being the last one on earth to try one.

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just imagine what it tastes like. i bet you wish you were my boyfriend now eh.

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i have a fear of venus flytraps. anything that looks like a plant monster. so it was sort of therapeutic eating this fig. mangling it.

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fat watch. i’m angry for eating smoke’s at 3am but happy cos i probably woulda been way more hung today.

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coffee time excellent. everyone at cheese boutique made fun of my coffee. what? how do you even know what’s in here? i could tell that i’m going to have to actually show that i DO know some things about food if i’m going to hang with the big boys. i was like this is organic free trade. from home. in a hipster to go cup that i reused. i am the only one saving the planet now ya heard?

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flash pumps up everyone’s tan.

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i am too distracted by how cute i look to come up with an appropriate caption. don’t worry the conceited window will inevitably come to a close pretty soon. there’s always some sort of downer around the corner, right?

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shared my vouvray with the gang last nite. um i drank a lot yesterday. summer time in the city there is like 4 things going on daily and once thursday hits it’s a full on freak show. thursday should just change its name to friday and friday should just be saturday part one while saturday is called friday’s second chance. don’t fuck it up guys you know these things.

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shiny pink bo-peep and a cheesecake shooter. raymi’s diet got shot down yesterday. i wolfed every fuckin’ thing that went by on a plate or in a cup. baby it’s free mama says fill up. i have an odd version of self-entitlement when at these events. like, i specifically deserve to be there because i hustled my ass off to earn my place whereas these ass clowns did fuck all and still act entitled. are entitled. except, not? it’s all a bit of a joke to me so i kind of go dickhead cos i know they’re making fun of me anyway. the only difference is i got in free and i know the value of things and therefore appreciate them. i take nothing for granted in life which is why i chase wine with 50 tiny pretentious catered bullshit snacks. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR JETSETTERS!

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we played a drinking game. three things you did today, one of which is a lie. i stumped meredith. see if you can guess which one of these is a lie:

-i jerked off.

-smoked a j with my hairstylist.

-picked up dog crap off a patio when the dog wasn’t supposed to be on it.

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i need to do a partying seminar. all these people wanna party yet don’t know how and as if they give a care about the cause they just want to get gussied up and feel like freaks for a nite then stand around in unitards dishing out cut eye. mer and i danced like idiots until we got bored. ok ok sorry for hating all the time i can’t help it i’m very defensive and nervous and jealous.

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oh ha this picture is the worst and the best.

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i reel ‘em in with my insanity then they fall in love with meredith because she’s super honest about how poor and lazy she is and it appeals to their aging boomer white collar i can save youness. perfs.

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vip space couch.

as usual, stick me anywhere and it’s fun. gift bags were nice didn’t i already brag about how mary magdalene i was about giving mine away? the cn tower was pink afterall i hope you remembered to look at it.

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pink lady.

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another terry shot. i think maybe only 5 people give a crap about this. steph he touched your pillow.

um ok bye now.

i gave that entire gift bag away to a hobo. took out the lint pads and some dermalogica thing. i don’t need this stuff, no one does. there was food and snacks and candy and drinks in it. he had all these bags at his feet why not one more. i didn’t want to bike with it home anyway.

rode by narwhal and rode right on in to say a hello.

almost tipped her.

bringing it back ’round to adorable.

kristin is lookin’ fiiiine.

friends with you is more adorable than me.

only just barely though.

i swear to fuck it happened again. they came for the blonde and stayed for the red.

i did it skidfanie! BOOM! heard all about fubar sequel. no spoilers sorry. it’s going to be epic. i pulled out my dvd that i stashed beneath a pillow and said look what i had to hide from you and everyone felt all endeared. meredith and i were shitshowed and went off into the ether. ok more stories later baby has to clean up for a serious lunch date.

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i love when late is right on time. the rapist and i are similar fuck ups in the regard of punctuality.

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i tried zooming in, still can’t make out what he typed about me. assume something along the lines of stubborn intellectual, witty, charming, beautiful, beatific…

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he said i seemed like a different person, less anxious. i said it was because i was tired but yeah i guess i’m way less strung out than i was in february. it’s been that long. i missed april’s appointment because we meet so infrequently (cos he knows i’m not a sorry case). he said i was cracking more jokes than usual.

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cliche box. won’t be needing you today! maybe i seem different cos i wasn’t wearing goth eye makeup. or because i looked like sam kinison.

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he left the room when i took these. well, i took these when he left the room. i told him basically i know i’m playing fire with (smoking) weed but i’m cutting down. he asked how much i smoke daily i said the size of my pinky nail. he asks if that’s a gram and i laughed at him. no way man that’s like the dust you find at the bottom of my purse he’s all so do you buy an ounce a week. then i laughed at him some more. no i can make a 20/30 bag last two weeks. then about my drinking which i have always fibbed about a little. it’s sporadic. i guess i binge drink? i don’t drink daily at least anymore. my sugar cravings are due to that i’ve established and he agrees, cos i am in a constant state of withdrawal. cool! then about blow i said i’ve only tried it less than i can count on one hand since last summer. insignificant. barely a bump and i am blaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah! don’t need much as i’m only wee. i drew him a picture of the toronto blow scene. everyone does it and everyone hates that they do it, they all imbibe in secret. they go out saying they won’t do it then they do it and feel like shit for two days. they have friends they avoid because those friends do it and don’t like doing it alone. we all drink too much but that’s city life it’s hard, can be. then i felt i was complaining too much or whining and i said ahh white people problems and he goes what? i said it’s a luxury to be sad and he said well no not with your past was it a luxury going through all that? hmm good point doctor thank you for justifying a few more months of stupidity to come awesommmmme.

mentioned i drank too much caffeine though. at one point i thought i fucked my eyes and brain up from too much weed cos my eyes get jittery sometimes, twitchy, but then i realized i hadn’t had any weed this day but a fuck ton of coffee so, it’s the caffeine. can’t help it can’t stop it. dependent. at least i cut it out with the energy drinks.

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i know starbucks is for assholes but they just have good shit mang. everybody does it. skinny cinnamon dolce latte is my bag. don’t worry i make up for it by drinking lots of hipster coffees.

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melodie’s love potion tea for a wedding. i say call it lover you should have come over. or be my husband. jeff buckley tunes.

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bought this yesterday at that weird grocery store in parkdiddy. celery and cucumber too. this blows your head off. such a good heat.

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hipster house hipster house braaaaaaaaah beware the hipster house!

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hipster fridge with hipster things to eat and hipster drink!

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wakame salad the only picture i took with my phone at sushi on queen last nite pre-concert with the beast. we undertipped cos the waitress pissed him off. i tipped more for my 12 dollar bill the other week than we did last nite on 60. yeah the service was shitty. don’t expect rock and roller treatment in a borderline fast food atmospheric setting you paunce.

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obnoxious boat.

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my couch was hit by a drive by slobbing.

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roots appointment this afternoon and then i can shut up about it for awhile.

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i take these vitamins daily. that mess is not mine. that is the bodum i bought from starbucks to replace the one i smashed. that is the last vitamin spazz package i have left.

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hipster wall hipster wall!

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looks better arranged the other way ’round.

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this grandiose proclamation of indifference is for sale.

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better.

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HIPSTER HALL.

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HIPSTER LIGHTING.

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hipster hips doing something not caring ahaha ok i’ll stop.

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see how i have no eyes without eyeliner? no wonder i can’t see shit at night when i’m biking.

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ginger green tea.

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the tits painting is of me when i online modeled at 19 by jamie. miss that guy.

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had a grand ole time.

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i am not in love with her anymore. she diva’d out about cameras. my guy told me pre-hand to hide mine well so i opted to not bring it and just take a few with my phone. then at one point in-between songs she gets all mean girl about the red and orange lights from the cameras in the audience. so catty like, “and that orange light see it doesn’t do anything..” in that attitude voice she has in all her movies, what? at that moment we almost just left it was so bullshit. we had a handful of drink tickets still though. i was pretty gunned. gave one away to a chick cos beast blocked her view i hugged her and said sorry it’s only temporary we just fought our way through the crowd to get to this bar and everybody is mean. then fucking deschanel says that camera thing. vip was sucking cos no one was dancing because they had to not waste one solid second of staring good and hard at zooey. if no one’s revealing the good time they’re having it pisses me off.

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massively starstruck all the same. i get it, artists are into MOMENTS but seriously get over yourself what age do you think you’re living in? it’s the digital age baby. why don’t you have a long boring conversation about facebook with that girl who could never spell. also, have you heard about these things called marketing, publicity, promotion? sorry just a bit exasperated as this comes up for me way too frequently, people get pissy, they want to be heard like it means something like i care if you care that i exist so openly on the internet. balls.

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have leftovers. sound academy knows how to win me over that’s for fuckin’ sure. vip access up the yin yang. tia carrera was on the scene too!

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anticipation. show was sold out. beautiful music, beautiful girl. too bad she’s an uptight vegan who doesn’t like tofu and is allergic to gluten. hahaha.

ok moving on now to my next big stupid whatever thing.

go to narwhal tonite for this party it’s a big deal. kristin got stripey marshmallows and prosecco for it. adorable. i’m going to try and show my face prior to the rethink romp event which you can still get tickets for. the CN Tower will be pink tonite because of it and supporting breast cancer awareness. don’t forget to feel yourselves up girls.

kinda boring kinda shy kinda getting used to dancing shy in a bikini kinda hating body right now.

i did one to midlake that’s way more interesting but the audio spits.

felt it was significant to capture my first piece of pasta in months like when i went through mcdonalds drive thru after not consuming the shit for 3 years! worth it. i dumped 1/3 of my portion onto beast’s plate.

this one is THE BEST, our commentary is pretty good. this pulled me out of my depression in a maje way. rob goes irish sometimes too, that is not a real irish accent but he IS irish. he referred to himself as an irish beast before i started calling beast by beast. he also thinks he looks like beast. the world is getting smaller anyway i will never forget this moment in time and the feeling of a flute’s echo coursing through my entire body. haunting and soothing. very shire. i want to go to ireland like yesterday. i won’t shut up about this band because i left the house wanting to blow my head off and they changed that.

so my brother he snaps at me at the end here haha fucker.

oh fiddle.

shy dancing loser from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

lets do this.

creature of habit.

dinner with jack hanna

christ my hair. what a penis.

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i just saved so much lifetime because i’ve learned that i can just plunk down the url to the photo w/o ten other html steps wow sorry i’m mindblown at the moment. i need a cigarette.

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blurry scene. it’s like a mini vacation in bar mercurio. so italian so squished so high ceilinged so saw it in a movie once nostalgic poetic dark cozy christopher walken meeting madonna in that music video where he kills her?

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mustard theme.

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i’ve been comin’ here for special occasions for five years now. weird right? well, i don’t like things to go to waste and i discovered this place so, it’s mine. annexing in the annex.

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BLAM!

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the carpaccio is still great, it’s been better though. i bet you can’t find me a better plate in the city. must be the truffle olive oil.

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the portion is significant too.

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did a bad thing. pasta. ate it. they split the portion because they’re evil. ricotta ravioli and tiger shrimp pesto. ludicrous.

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beast claims not to be a dessert guy. we didn’t talk while fastidiously fighting over the chocolate/whipped cream, moaning. realised hadn’t even touched the strawberry tartufo. oh my christ food reviews are the gayest. complimentary door stop thrown in for good measure. didn’t have a bite.

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wieners.

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what stupid fucking pose am i doing now? i have to learn how to work this hair or i have this head cock to deal with for the next year. shit. i know, draw more attention to it!

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dating raymi the minx looks like this. what? i am so listening.

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he said it was a place he would have gone to with his dad. it’s a great place.

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secret spaniard.

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great torso stance. i’m a potato.

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can’t even fit you in the frame.

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look at this pose. someone’s been practicing their casual demeanour.

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see tyler, that egg bbq thing.

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lost season finale outfit. didn’t even get to it was watching the recap of the last season. lost is so much work.

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street style scout, person: raymi. style: french native woodland elf.

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yes, definitely french.

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ughhhh i look like an ant. a teenage mutant ninja ant like my mom calls them cos she forgot they were turtles HELLO we had all the action figures and video games, watched the show incessantly, had a board game. i brought beepop or rocksteady to school in grade one and someone stole it. how hot would it be to go as april for halloween? fuck halloween i can go as her tomorrow for that superhero party.

sorry, sometimes i get sidetracked.

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angus beef burger on the scene.

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penis noses.

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oh my god i am breathtaking.

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yeah you’re not bad either. it’s bad though when your blackberry camera is of better quality than your camera-camera. hopefully i just jinxed myself into dropping it down the stairs so i can get that new one (psst lia).

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obnox. brandy snifter. fun at least? or more annoying?

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broke my earphones the other night when i came home from work on my bike late (sorry dad) and i got spooked by a noise, earphones dangling as i’m locking up bike as fast as possible to get inside safely, noise startled me and got tangled on my bike. no i did not wear these out in public i don’t have the self confidence for that. i get enough staring problems as is barely walking a block why do i need to throw earmuffs on in the summer time to encourage more?

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beaver outfit. no this is not a public restroom it’s our water closet. that toilet paper thing is great for limited space. from ikea.

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melodie told me to go courtney love with my roots. i am too elegant for that. well, i’m the complete opposite of elegant therefore i cannot go courtney love.

wow my blogging quotient is going to go up up up now that i learned that new trick.

stoner chat date with spliffanie later this rainy afternoon. then she and him. who’s going to that? and to prove that i like zooey (two o’s!) more than you here’s my boner of the week post from july 7 2006. wow i just re-read that post, in 2006 i was a 23 year old idiot. big time. and now i am a 27 year old idiot. big time.

oh snap.