actually had three costume changes. my dress exploded on stage janet jackson superbowl style and i kept singing. kinda hilarious. ok more later my house is trashed. adventurehouse is now called detoxhouse according to lucas hahah.
Films. No, cinema. Which word is more obnoxious? Celebrities for sure, their beauty and talent, poise. I admire their perfectionism and tenacity, they also take a lot garbage in the media. I am inspired by nature, seasons, colours, food, art, music. A good bender, the perfect company with the right attitude. A night like that can keep you writing for weeks.
there it is in warmer lighting. cheese boutique has graciously given me their reusable bags to use for my VIP party bags. they’re really sturdy. i keep worrying about what i should eat later but then i remember CB is taking care of that AND palais royale. as awful as everyone likes to think i am i’m sorry but having two (amazing) food gurus cater your party is no small feat. in food world if you’re not liked, no strings get pulled in your favour. i can’t wait for you guys to be eating FOR me for once and taking photos of it. takin’ the night off guy. bring your cameras.
went through raymi’s tickle trunk last nite and selected so many things. three bags worth of clothes, that entire rack, plus more bags of knick knacks, nail polish, jewelery and i haven’t even tackled my shoes yet. i’m going to set it all up by the big mirror on the second tier of wrong bar so you can try all my crap on. donating half to sistering (learn all about it here).
cindy downstairs (happy birthday!) gave me this from a swag bag. i want stuff like this for my swag bags. i guess raymi army needs to multiply for that to happen. get to work guys.
this is me in a paralyzer stress moment. all my stress went away in the night. everything is taken care of short of a package arriving yesterday and i wasn’t here for it so who knows if it’ll get to the forwarding address in time, i feel it’s vital ish for my stupid bags that have been consuming my brains for a month.
i made six of these. dollarama chic. i’ll get the girls to fix and make them look better, maybe stick the beetlejuice glittered foliage up the middle so it’s more like a bouquet. will construct the rest on site so it’s easier to transport.
i went to dollarama with fake flowers feathers and beads on the mind. it would have been way too much work and i’d be covered in hot glue burns by night’s end so i came up with this? i can’t tell if they’re stupid or yuppie enough. you can take the glitter things out when christmas is over and leave it in a sitting room beside your books on wildflowers of new england photographs cos you’re a geek like that haha. (i’m raffling these off).
ugh dollarama nightmare. people do NOT know how to maneuver through this joint. the teenagers are especially irritating trying to be all adult in a store getting in my crafting way oh yeah girl in uggs this is your future SOAK IT INNNNNNN. (ps. i could have given away some pairs of uggs tonight but i wanted money on top of it as i have made fun of those boots for years, kind of a hypocrite if i went ahead with it right? my greed got in the way of your love of uggs. sorry).
pipe cleaners for bags also um, i needed them. girls and stationary, office supplies, pens, we have a mental illness for it i do not know why but i know several other chicks who are like yeah, and this drawer is devoted to my post it notes, duo-tangs, swirly pens, paper clips, and erasers. duh.
if it wasn’t for redd sponsoring my head there’s no way i could afford being platinum. i mean, i could afford it but i’d be poor and platinum. wait, i AM kinda poor so, i’ll use that another day. good band name. point is, redd is very girl-supporting it is always a treat to go there, very sanctuary.
all the girls will be out tonite too. shannon is teaching them how to do man cuts. why doesn’t someone become a billionaire already and invent hair mannequins you can reuse the scalp hairlines of? they’re so expensive and also such a waste and every single hair salon goes through them. sure i’m not the first to think about this idea. i guess you can’t just put in new hair as part of the idea is to work with the hair lines coming out of the head and if you inserted new hair…? there, that was my brain just giving up.
this is going on my head in an hour must remember to wear a button down shirt. i bought a stocking, they’re stuffing it and pinning it and then somehow making me look like marie antoinette i am so. excited.
i’m going to cut some flowers and other things to stick in this. my favourite updo from this movie is when it’s like a foot high, everyone claps and she goes, too much? meanwhile it’s about to cascade right off her head so ridiculous all these inserted feathers and birds and bows, dreamy.
i’m in blogto today and i am visibly tired. i always look tired but especially so from planning and stressing over an event i’d like to see how you would look.
ten years of blogging makes you look like this. i also made Torontoist. i sat on the best quote i think i’ve written lately for a couple weeks. it’s hard to contain yourself as a blogger when you write something for someone else, it’s like gossip, just itching to type it in caps lock on your heart blog for all the world to see instantly.
Instead of worrying about what others think about me, they’re the ones who should be worried about what I think of them.
people thinkin’ they’re so great all the time yet have nothing to show for it, nothing to back it up, all anonymous. what projects are you passionate about? what dreams have you that you’re accomplishing other than wasting your own time being sour grapes over what i have achieved?
my life isn’t any more interesting than anybody else’s i’m just blogging it. there are loads more annoying and obnoxious wastes of space out there you’ve never fucking met or ever heard of at least i’m the real article here, i know what is and isn’t annoying in the world, i comment on it so you don’t have to. i’m pretty sure we agree on lots.
my dad can’t believe that cutesy pictures of me and witty things i say warrants such hatred. i think the haters have gotten enough airplay and actually you know what, you’re in the minority fuckers. we coulda been good you know, i’m not a snob like some of your other idols who would no doubt shun the fuck out of you. i’m actually open and receptive to all walks, that’s the irony here.
overheard a table of winners bragging, discussing, and cross-comparing DUI stories while getting hosed at this pub.
ok dudes, see you later, thank you for celebrating this milestone with me and for inspiring, encouraging, supporting the raymi spectacle after all these years. i guess i have to make a speech tonite? casie can we stream it? also sjm is going to mic me and film everything, i dunno how i feel about that as he’ll get down all the little secrets and dumb things i whisper into your ear. also the mic will interfere with my dresses. ok no mic.
Dearest Lauren or your persona “Raymi”
Congratulations on your 10th year of your blog and it felt like it WAS just yesterday that Bob and I were drinking our favourite beverages with your Dad while he told us how you were starting a blog. “Blog?” We nodded as if we were very informative and knowledgeable about blogs, which of course was not true.
Look at you now!
But seriously, give yourself a huge thump on the back for being consistent (stubborn if you may say so), and for your awesome talent! Have a great night tonite my dear cause you earned every accolade you receive from your fans.
Sending a little box/pressie with Bob so plz make sure he gives it to you!
xo
Erin
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shedoesthecity will be putting up a Q&A in a little bit too. here’s one thing i said to get the ball rolling,
If you could have drinks with anyone, who would it be?
My grandpa if he were alive today, we would be drinking scotch, he would be actually and I’d be drinking Jameson and I would ask him to explain why the fuck he drank cheap scotch all the time, it tastes like shit! John Lennon (plus weed). Kurt Cobain, Gallagher brothers, (either or though I think their drunken accents would be impossible to make out what the hell they were saying) and one more why not um some kind of big mouth hot shot with opposing political views as my own in a Bay street bar where he is one part agog by me and one part totally fucking infuriated. I love me a good argue.
i’m like, this close to goin’ muff don’t care if that offends lesbos or not. i was in a relationship with a girl once. she was way more mental than me, ended in a big mess but anyway, i can be a good boyfriend.
walked by the place three times like a genius, thought i was going to mitzi’s other location (my marbles are scattered all over the road presently) um wrong-o i am not doing that place today haha. the men working outside were very pleased with my settling on this restaurant as well as selecting the window. i dragged both tables into a four-spot and nestled in.
remember when everybody first got digital cameras and all you saw were pictures of crap on restaurant tables ooooh so indie colour me IMPRESSED look we have a real artist on our hands now. heh. did my nails at the table it was like putting a layer of schmuck coating over grimey middle earth claws.
is there a baby boomer club out there and if so do they have their meetings here? they should. i’ll make sure to be in the vicinity that day and tweet every single thing i overhear so we can make fun of it together.
that left handed cup again. me and my americanos. had two double. no, three? i should NOT be drinking caffeine right now but just try and stop me. i think the day of my party i’m gonna curb it just to be safe.
speaking of muff (i know you lost it or knew where i was going with that when you read it up there fyi. you know who) this is muffy. she, is awesome. the first ten people to go to any boom location and drop the raymi D list bomb to her or tony (or mike)(or whoever) you will be punished with amaziiiing things. also no she’s not missing an arm she was hiding a tray.
she ordered a hardcore truck stop breakfast with WHITE toast. i tsk tsk’d that and she put me in my place. you go all the way with eating grease i guess. breakfast is the one meal of the day you do not compromise or make comments about other’s choices by lest you wanna get cut.
what is this a movember cross-promo or what? sneaker. i’m going to hold a huge raymitheminx.com sign behind whatever next thing you’re doing or like run passed a window a bunch with sparklers and shit. don’t think i won’t.
i look big and bootylicious here. i am actually an inch taller than beyonce and doesn’t she look like a big ass dragon on tv? just wait til i’m in heels and my crazy dresses (yes two) on thursday. i’m going to be all over your eyeballs.
no this! jerk chicken salad. not on the menu. muffy said a guy in the back had a bottle of jerk sauce (forget what country he’s from) i know i earned me some street cred with him on this. halfway through my face pricked sweats it was awesome. people get endorphin surges from spicy food cos the body thinks it’s in pain and wants to protect it.
forget what we were joking about but she said “just the tip” and we died laughing and got shivers and said ew gross. ew penis. hahaha um i think you need to be invited to my brain to get why i think this is funny right now.
if you responded by slamming my face in this i would just laugh and give you props. i am not as uptight and crazy insane bitchy as you think i am really laid back and easy going, anti-reactionary in situations where one might embarrass me. you can go through life and nothing funny can ever happen around you, boring. the worst moments is when you prank someone and they have this godawful reaction that makes everyone nervous and uncomfortable and like, wow, did he really lose his shit like that?
and pretending you are listening to everything (and there’s lots!) i have to say meanwhile you are picturing me dancing around in stupid underwear haha.
oh i remember what you said here hahahah. we only get mean when we talk about all the mean we get (apparently i am the only one of us who gets it) but really it is such a waste of time focusing on that stuff.
i laugh in the face of danger. i look like your parents on vacation in europe in their leather jackets they bought just to wear around the urban settings. where is a fountain when you need one?
money shot. i should have held up my body with my butt cheeks alone like that hot asian chick multiple seasons back on ANTM for the trapeze whatever shoot man they gave her so much grief over her wicked body. i don’t care anymore about how hourglass i get, i am going bombshell.
food would go ice cold if i were in charge of presentation i’d be all macgyver PASS ME THAT TOOTHPICK AND I NEED TO CORKSCREW THESE ONIONS then blam we all die cos i took so long.
boom pens for my swag bags have clocks. i brought a handful home last time for adventurehouse didn’t know if melucas noticed or not, i presented one to lucas and melodie said she already stole one hahah. um as if i know how to set the thing.
gift cards for my swag bags for YOU guys and pens (with clocks)(i am practically your sugar daddy here i bought you a watch with a pen attached to it you’re welcome). they know how i love the coke in glass experience so i got another 6-er, bigger bottles this time eh eh niiiiice.
then yoko showed up to pick my brain for blogto. she thought we were the same age. i am younger. i want to die. kidding. dayna and i met at beer fest, is that what it’s called? anyway, i love BOOM and so should you. i also love that they have extended hours so the next thing at mod club i am getting my pre-drink and eat on there. SMRT.
i selected two dresses for thursday. i walked in like a mental told them what was what and they said totally lets do this raymi. i was in gym clothes and mania and it worked heheh.
this one too. oh man i look tired but yeah, look! i’ve always wanted to wear something ridiculous like this. i’ve been staring shkank in the face ever since i joined my gym. this is in shkank’s window now i tweeted it and was thinking why don’t i go in there instead of buying a playboy bunny costume (which i am still tempted to do, might throw a party on my blog anniversary’s actual date nov 28) that might look cheap and too costumey. normally shkank only works with stylists but, when you are your own stylist like i am, f that you dress me and you dress me now.
they have so much to choose from so many styles. the blue one is worth $550 and the pink $600. i am borrowing them unless some baller wants to buy them for me and if you spill anything on me i will be giving you the bill.
before leaving dad’s this morning. we practiced some tunes last nite. he has material prepared to rip me on stage with oh god i hope you are grateful for the spectacle you’re going to be privy to.
ps. my grandpa was in the war. i invited him to speak to my class in grade 6 for remembrance day which made everyone laugh their asses off but my teacher asked me to ask so i did. instead he wrote a long account of his wisdoms regarding all that (he was in intelligence, i come from a long line of brainiacs) and i read that to the class i’m sure no one knew what the hell it was i was reading but my teacher had tears in her eyes by the end and then he died just over a month later on the same date as john lennon’s death. it was the last thing he wrote really. they read some of it at the funeral. the funeral dude said my name up there on the podium during and it resonated, it was one of those self aware moments you get, one of the first i ever had i think. people are giving me shit about having an event on remembrance day like the whole day should be respected and somber. i think my grandpa would be very proud of me. i know i was young when he died but i still remember him and have dreams about him sometimes. he taught me chess and took an interest in me because he knew i was smart. oh my god i better not say any of this shit on the mic i will be bawling. i am not allowed to embarrass my mom either i was going to drag her on stage to present her with something in front of all of you. she gets really shy in public for some reason you think she would be loving the attention but no, she is a lady. she said that it’s for me, the spotlight. i am just as shy as her. i really do have to fight it you see snapshots of me hamming it up but they’re snapshots. i am already flushing all over from the couch just thinking about people looking at me so much.
my nana had a bad bail yesterday. compartmentalizing stress and grief. ugh.
two more sleeps. email: mandie.j.armstrong at gmail dot com for media rsvp g list cheapskaaaates.
this is my crap that i have loved (and still love) dearly and now it can be yours. pre-dibs call or simply just gawk at the ish vicariously. if you like it enough i’ll tell the clothing rack girl to put it aside for you, speaking of, mer doesn’t want to do that so if there’s a responsible money-loving keener out there who wants a role on thursday get in touch and i’ll put you in touch with mandie (my assistant). i’m donating a huge portion to sistering.
you have to tell them eventually that it’s not going to happen. a succession of them, it’s not going to happen (so stop putting so much pressure on it every time we hang out) or that you haven’t decided yet either way, getting huffy about it prematurely certainly isn’t going to make it happen. adrenaline surge just before you have to make your this is staying in the friend department speech and why again do you even “have” to make it? why can’t it just be obvious and unspoken? and then you get put on the spot reasons why. do you want the truth or a lie? why does a woman have to tell a man it’s not going to happen why can’t there be normal relationships and why can’t guys just be normal? i see guys and girls walking around together and the guy’s face looks so pinched you can tell he’s about to snap and acting funky toward her is on the horizon. guys get obsessive.
something mean will be said to me at this juncture of course, that’s the nature of things. people are never delicate with your feelings when you are careful with theirs, the courtesy is not reciprocated.
to consume someone and have an intense healthy passionate relationship now, that is a beautiful thing. i saw an uptight squeezing his girlfriend so insecurely hard in the florence and the machine crowd he was like trying to be a tent around her. it wasn’t lovely. i do love being cuddled and to cuddle but i also need to be free. i am loyal i do not stray when you have me so it’s ok to be hot and cold toward me as long as that balance doesn’t waver too far to one side or the other for too long. you have to go through a lot of people to find the one again. the one you want to burrow with at night, in the couch, at a show, who won’t snap at you for opening your mouth to say something charming and clever.
don’t think i think i’m some hot shot who gets her way always i know some of these guys exactly what they’re after when dealing with me i am not an idiot i know where it’s going and where and when it will end i move on i carry on it’s being an adult no hard feelings i’m just saying it would be nice for some men to get what silences mean, when to push and when to back off and not get abusive and rude.
rob showed up didn’t know if could get him in or not so i didn’t pre-invite. no prob get his ass in there. told casie to hug him, it was really important, guy looks like a good hug. duh.
we danced halfway through the show apparently that is a big deal in toronto. having fun and dancing to live music. sorry but standing around uptightly like a sea of useless bobbing heads i don’t think that’s very fun or inspiring for the musicians. so if i’m gonna be dancing at every show i go to i guess i should prepare to be written about.
we hug attacked that girl in the bathroom not knowing she was doing all the girl voice bits (her voice is exactly like feist’s ahhh dreamy). her gf joined in on it too then every single girl in the bathroom it was funny and cackly and football huddly. your endorphins release when you bond with women in bathrooms that’s why women get so chatty and gabby in there, without you realizing it voodoo is being done on your woman chemistry and all of a sudden you’re in that i love people and things and stuff whimsical vortex just cos you played with a lady’s brooch.
casie‘s sister is a major hot one. really weird to meet someone for the first time and they’re in a cleopatra wig. she’s platinum too so when i see her again i’ll be meeting a whole new chick. casie can you link that video of jenie dancing to single ladies please?
oh dekel. told him i was going to pants him after taking all his little quips and bullshit, he said i couldn’t (pants were really belted up there or something) oh is that so, eh? YANK. i got ‘em down to his knees. love a challenge.
when you see me taking a picture of myself with the peace sign it means i am shy because i am being stared at and i know people go all smug when they see people taking self photos so i pump it a bit further like THIS IS ALL IN FUN SO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. that’s my body language big time this nite out. i really don’t like leaving events or venues with a sour taste in my mouth. i know we’re a spectacle but guess what IT’S HALLOWEEN GET OVER YOURSELVES.
auctioning this dress off. as well as THEE black lace dress half the city’s women go to bed fantasizing about every night. i’ll photo everything i’m getting rid of.
here’s my florence video it is crappy and short. i don’t know how to wipe the flash card on camera so i can only do mini videos i am too spastic to take the three seconds required in figuring it out.
to be a normal person, an every day person, and then have this perception of you so wholeheartedly distorted. it is something. it’s huge. nothing prepares you for it in life.
really what it can be defined as is internet bullying but because i am not in elementary school i am not shielded from it. people think i am a monster, well i know not everyone does. it gets in your head like they all do but like, wait a minute, the only time i am ever being aggressive is when i am sticking up for myself and defending my honour which is my right and any normal person would do so. over time people just see you fighting battles and they declare you are a menace so they run with that. they witch hunt you. i am repulsed by society now more than ever. i am trying to take it in stride but really no, i have not done anything bad to deserve such disgusting treatment. people outnumber me and want to take me down to their level and i refuse to let them.
i will kill them with awesome instead. i have worked my ass off for ten years, through so many horrible things in real life and countless cruel (and crazy) accusations, gossip, scathing rumours, everything. i don’t care what the perception of what my actual “work” is or what you think i am doing here the fact of the matter is i bust my balls more than the average and instead of a hat tip i receive FUCK YOUUUUUUU DIIIIIIE from the majority.
every single time i release a piece of writing or a piece of press comes out about me my detractors (anonymous cowards that they are) come out. i am not the only notable in toronto that this happens to. it is the thing to do. to crap all over everything and all tall poppies. thank you internet.
and the solution to this problem evidently is taking it. i invite one of you supposed champs to take a week of this torture and see you not buckle under the pressure, the unjustified abuse that comes in droves. yeah i get that some of you do not dig this raymi personae thing but honestly, why are you throwing stones in the first place if you loathe me so much and you’re so much better than me allegedly yet you join the pack mentality. pretty pathetic of you. i forget the part that i signed up for where i said i wanted to stop being a regular human being like everybody else but that’s what happened to me one day when i wasn’t paying attention. i am not a real person imagine that! people want to sit around and discuss you like you aren’t a real entity and they really don’t like it when you show up and correct their faults so you have to let the fires burn and burn and burn and eventually smoulder out.
the best ammunition is no ammunition in flame war troll land. cool rules! they also try and say the people who are defending me in there is me posing under anon identities. i have not written as anyone other than myself in that forum because 1. i am not a fucking loser and 2. i have a life and no time for their loser reindeer games 3. i wasn’t even on the internet at the time of whatever alleged comment was left (in my defense) i was AT FLORENCE AND THE FUCKING MACHINE.
lucas and i shut down a major flamer website though, a forum that existed purely to torture and bash cbc notables. they caught wind of me and let me have it 400 comments thick over the span of a week. it was retarded. lucas exposed the anonymous guy (with past harassment offenses) i got lawyers involved ( threatened to, i have many just dying to make examples of all my abusers/stalkers) so he removed all the content pertaining to me (photos and screen grabs) and then the thread no longer made sense so he took it all down.
speaking of, current looney tunes garbage (i am getting it from all sides at the moment) i am dealing with, he is trying to slander me and claiming i had a nervous breakdown there. i have kept this person’s identity anonymous and he is now continuing to harass me. when you write about someone they then become less real. i forgot that i was actually dealing with a maniac, an opportunist maniac pathological liar. i really wish street carnage could have ran my other story. they wanted to, it was loads more interesting anyway and would have gone viral, but again, too heavy to post. never underestimate the power of your stories. especially with a following like mine.
in the end it doesn’t even matter what gets posted on that site, whether i wrote it or it’s a feature on me, my raymi haters cream with glee. raymi bashing forum for sure. i wonder if i was a guy sometimes would there be such a strong hate on for me. i know it’s a handful of the same slimeballs, people i’ve (rightly) scorned in the past (after likely really fucking with my shit) or crazies, legitimate mental cases who fooled me into being nice with them for a time then they lose their shit for some reason or other and can never let it go.
over time people’s short term memory of why they hate me goes away. they forget they are the ones in the wrong. someone likes to come out of the wood works a lot in raymi hater forums and i have a strong suspicion who it is but anyway they say i stalked and harassed other people before. the only people i ever keep tabs on are people who scare me, who single white female me, who haunt my every waking avenue of internet involvement (in my line of work you have to spread yourself around right?) so of course i am going to pay attention to their mental, it’s part fascinating, my friends are bug-eyed over it. point being, fuck you like i want to be paying attention to your ridiculous ass. that is not stalking it’s collecting evidence to protect myself in the event of your going bananas on me. anything nasty i say to you is an attempt to silence you and get you out of my fucking life and make it known that i want nothing to do with you.
when i was 17 i had a vision that this blog would make me famous. not a vision, a quest, a goal. i made it happen. sorry it didn’t occur to you to do the same but it’s not too late and telling me i am a loser idiot isn’t going to make it happen for you either. if you don’t like your body, you simply work out or modify your diet, you don’t attack fat people for being fat because you’re fat. get it? i’m not saying you want to be me or do what i do, just make better use of your time and hey if flame war is your sport and you have nothing else to do with your time, that’s too bad.
i’m so stressed i forgot this was an actual celebration and a wicked party. it is my goal to enjoy myself. at my art shows i am typically a pile of nerves and the drunk doesn’t hit me until the end of the night. everyone else has fun except for me.
i had the quail. the server asked me what i thought of it cos the chef wanted to know. needs to be two dollars cheaper, the salad confused me but i loved it all, was perfect for my eating disorder high demands.
eye weekly interviewed me on friday. i talked so fucking much i answered questions before they were asked. i am story teller supreme that’s how i do. it may seem irrelevant in the beginning, the meaning becomes clear by the time i wrap it up and take a breath.
mitzi’s wasn’t opened yet so we went to poor john’s. howie tripped on something on his way out. i said i did that too and it was really embarrassing (maybe for spectators but for me it was fine i am ok with being an idiot) and after-quipped but that wasn’t at all embarrassing. heh. i almost face planted one day over summer, hung, musta been out of coffee at adventurehouse but anyway a guy on his laptop erupted in coffee spit out laughter and i go, did you like that? which amplified the gaff more so as was not expected.
having this party i knew the media could not ignore it that’s why i am putting myself through hell for it. i told you i was smart. companies spearhead campaigns for months, planning the logistics of, unsure of what will take and how successful, hoping the media will take note, or paying the media, ads whatever. i did this alone. bare bones. on my own (minimal) dime. any favour and hand out i got was earned and then paid back in some shape or form. i AM the fucking LITTLE GUY which is why all the lashing out against me is an added piss off. these demons have been working against me for years, they see where it’s going and they try to tear you down and you still persevere despite them you’d think they might take a step back and admit defeat at some point. they won’t.
charmaine left me that blythe journal at central (for my birthday i think?) i wrote down all the restaurants to be flyered in it today and passed it off to my girl to give to her guy. i am consumed in this event co-ordinating. i’d like more swag for my bags by the way. also decorations. last minute i don’t want to have to spend money on ridiculous dollarama flowers but i will if i have to.
what else did i want to say hmmmm.
strung out sundays are kind of my favourite. hope yours was good too.
no extensions necessary this night. i almost wore my platinum braided headband. it is too tight and makes my head look funn(ier) i do have an idea for it though.
i decided to dress like jane goodall. steph and i killed ourselves laughing all night long at our 90’s antics. as i was putting my outfit together i said oh man i am going to look like a fucking explorer.
side vip pit. love it. so much room to groove. this is the part where i say EVERYONE WAS STARING and then everyone gets mad at me on the internet. whatever. hate it losers.
i said don’t be a dweeb. she died laughing and said that was the perfect thing to say about me. i called someone else a dweeb later on and steph grabbed my arm, NO, that’s MY name.
i feel like a fucking vein is going to explode out of my forehead right now we are dying laughing in the living room of adventurehouse about all the dumb things we said/did last nite.
gave three raymi drink tickets away to these assholes in vip that were trying to hog the entire couch i just wanted to extend an olive branch of niceness. they were not having it. fine fuck you too then. got whisked to business exec balcony mezzanine anyway suckers.
there were a lot of people from rogers apparently. self entitled brats not even real fans. you know how it is in the biz nobody wants to like anybody anymore.
sold out. that long white stretch of balcony is where we were. i saved that for the very end for steph and it blew her mind she lost it i played it really cool and sly as well but in my head i was freaking out too.
dancing by that glass balcony wall gives me vertigo bad. i never wear heels to sound academy anymore cos i’m an amazon. half my body towers over it. scary.
the IT’S ALL HAPPENING picture. in another one like this that came out a lot darker cos of the pinhole effect i said you look portuguese. i wonder if melodie could hear us cackling.
security threw up a wasted idiot against steph and then dragged his ass out. what dumb things are you doing out in public on your special concert night that gets you evicted? you are an idiot. why would anyone blow a night like that?
when i come out of my stress fog i might have something more profound to share on the night’s events.
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K….pretty harsh comments but obviously already “Raymi” haters so fuck’em…nothing you or I can say will change their minds. Chalk that up to the price you pay for putting yourself out there in the public eye. Case in point, millions of Americans associate Obama with Nazi’s…A black progressive democrat a Nazi? These people cannot be reached.
Others were more genuinely concerned with the initial act of putting yourself in potentially dangerous situations. A concern you know I share with them. You effectively assuage those concerns in the complete version of your story but not so much in the cole’s notes version you posted. I’m satisfied and happy to see you’re taking something away from this that might keep you more safe in the future so you might point that out to those that were worried about your apparently self-destructive behaviour.
About **’s side of the story…there is none. What could he possibly write about? You did nothing wrong, he did nothing right. It was his warped reality that made the situation escalate the way it did.
Ignore him, reassure those that were concerned that you’ve learned your lesson a give a big “fuck you very much” to the haters and get back to planning your party. Hope it’s awesome!
ps. no problem telling him to forget about his threats since he’d be the first to admit behind closed doors that he was completely off that whole week. He invited a blogger to hang with him for a week then promptly “lost his shit”. Kind of like asking the police to watch you rob a bank…of course you’re going to write about it.
Anyway, like I said…at least you learned something out of the whole mess and hopefully he did too.
