what do i wear to billy elliott? halp. we have good seats lois says. going to BR to eat first. i’m not saying their name cos i just called to see if they would sweeten our deal, no go. fine. FU then. no blog love.
i think i’m getting testy cos i’m having flashbacks of my old life and how many man hours i spent cooking and photographing it and wow it’s like i was dead sometimes.
even though i love cooking and being in the kitchen it just gives me way too much time to think and i think about all the things i’m not doing while chopping and simmering i start to feel pregnant and ugly, forgotten. total late-twenties losing it much hahaah.
i love that there is a picture of a meth addict face dude on this. i cannot fucking stand the auto tune of it either, brosz7 used to play it all the time and i’d be dying inside. hating it. not funny. not once. auto-tune anything, why ruin good songs? borderline good songs. that’s not music. it is garbage noise to the soundtrack of bad jokes and memes. guh.
your ingredients. one bag of slaw will suffice. now that i know he has a slap chop i can buy the, what the hell is slaw from? oh my god i am so stupid. i don’t have time for this right now anyway the girls are on their way in. CABBAGE!
i cheated. had some of those. not a lot. and some cheap easter chocolates from metro so good. already fantasizing about more. i also rain manned the plu (sku?) for it just by skimming the numbers thinking they might need me to remember that number nah prob have a sheet up there. 16143 something like that i remembered (am wrong) teacher went to get it and i had only the last two numbers reversed. i became very egotistical after that.
theme cupcake of the night. green tea moche (?) cupcakes. OH SO GOOD. i ate baked goods all night and hated myself all night. like one every half hour. i was there for five hours.
here is my slaw. mixed beans, yellow pepper (i used the slap chop, a student of teacher’s gave it to him haha) sweet onion minced, dried cranberries and an orange.
fuck these are boring. domesticity is sweetly boring. if i could just go on dates in supermarkets and then make salads drink wine and then couch surf. not bad. boring for blogs though. teacher read my post yesterday. he knows what’s up, hates it, tolerates it but, yeah. i haven’t had time to serial date lately, just time to threaten it only.
it’s like some backward voodoo he’s hoping. i will settle on him and pick him once and for all. i dunno. i am just lost. no i’m not lost that is just an excuse, i’m just hyper me-focused right now, i gotta be, it’s hard to do though because i like to just float and see how that fares me. we have a great time but we are also learning each other. it’s too soon to tell him all the things that irritate me about him and as if he can get away with telling me all my annoying traits without me blowing a tsunami gasket so i feel for the guy.
wow, face really? anyway don’t feel too bad for him cos he gets private shows. last night he met anja, based on my 16 year old partner in crime from latvia. teacher likes anja a lot. i put on beirut, my blue dress and mary janes and it was quite acrobatic, more cardio for me as well two birds one stoner, i have a re-test this friday.
anyway there’s plenty leftovers. i am serious about staying whippet slick thin and my next beauty obsession will be my face and caring for it unlike i’ve not been doing for a decade, passing out in my cake makeup. i have such great skin i want to keep it that way and make it glow.
i like this idea for a ceiling. i might do it in a nursery except pale pale baby blue and tiniest rainbow stencil sprinkle explosions in random places. aren’t i a darling?
except i look terribly tired here, my eye would not stop gushing. there is always something no? i bought discount reactine (allergy meds are so expensive!) from shoppers, popped one before i went out. yesterday my eye was tearing up before i even left adventurehouse. balls.
post work out sweaty. andrew gave me extra cardio. yesterday was a bit rough but i troopered through. the first day working out after a week long bender kind of scares you. will my heart explode today well lets see. i prepared myself doing light weights all weekend long. tricep raises i forget the name of it but i did some in front of teacher and told him remember those things i was doing well i did them again except with 20lb weights. in each hand. very different than 4lbs. haha.
but now i am very happy the benders are over. i did not miss feeling that horrible in the morning pre-training like an internally blubbery gross boozebag, no thanks. i am attracted to health and wellness now only. i will be doing a cleanse mid-month even maybe. it will align with the full moon apparently. people are wary of using me as a test subject because i am racy and i dunno, a lot of people cockblock me business-wise they’re like oh that raymi, i dunno dude BE CAREFUL which is bullcrap as the people with similar clients or work in such and such industry, i see them out partying at night all the time, we run in the same circle, industries, you name it. the hypocrisy in this town is retarded. anyway, regardless of reputations, i stand by my duties, i am accountable and trustworthy. if i say i am going to do something i do it. i hate losing too. so i don’t. for example, co-hosting the japan benefit sunday night with stew, i didn’t bail despite the ridiculosity of my week. the attendance was greatish for awhile there but then petered out nearing the end. anyway, i found it ironic how rain kept everyone indoors (my cab driver told me that everyplace was dead this night) that more people couldn’t be bothered to come out and support people who died and are misplaced because of rain (more or less, well more actually but you get my point) because of rain, in our safe tsunami-free city. right?
pre-work-out haha hi shannon. she always sees me sneaking in late trying to get out to the floor fast and then we have a gab gossip sesh. if i’m late tomorrow kash is going to make me do burpees, five for each minute. do you hear that YOU KNOW WHO?
i just ran out of steam i have to go blow myself back up again (i’m in a balloon metaphor right now) and then i’ll be back with more hugely topical things.
well, slaw really. i made a mega batch of slaw, west indian matouk’s, olive oil and balsamic dressed. when you make your own food it’s amazing the portion and quantity you have, i eyeball each mound as ten dollars sold in a restaurant. can you get sued for ripping off other people’s food and selling it in your own restaurant? maybe not sued but definitely despised. it’s ok if i have my own resto it’ll be call stoner kitchen, no menu you just walk in with munchies and pick a general (vague) food group and just wait and see what gets placed before you.
yesterday i was called anorexic and winter fat in the same thread. no, try personal training thrice weekly for four months. my body tone definition is blowing my mind. bodybuilders are extreme narcissists so i am going to stop talking about it until my next TMR post and by the way there’s ANOTHER deal with my gym, these guys know their internet special rounds eh, wonder why that is haha. anyhow, $25 for a Re-Energizer Bootcamp Spring Package at The Motion Room (a $250 Value) this was the biggest deal yesterday on le webz and look at my body, there is no denying it’s working for me. you should see alyssa once i remember what her blog is her torso is as tiny as mine now and i’ve been working out longer and she came in when i was already slimmed down and she caught up to me.
we went to squirrleys for my stupid salad i no longer like, the portion is too tiny and they give you a half pile of pita bread for some confusing reason plus we had to listen to some guy tap his fingers a lot back there. it’s a museum (hole) to the 90’s, however the seven grain salad is only 7.95 and comes with a side of mesclun dressed for you. i’m pretty put off by salads and a ramekin of couldn’t give a shit dressing, what’s worse is the plastic ones with a lid basically telling you to fuck off and don’t bother.
better photos on my blackberry which died in the night. the battery cannot hold charge i had nightmares of did i really leave my charger at home or in a gutter? that’s bad when you dream about that kind of thing. it’s the stress of not being able to contact people and work, of not existing. like right now it is across the room charging what is going on over there i must get up and fight out. see? sickness. i am fighting the urge to give in nooooooooooooo! well i walked all the way home from the tower to get stuff done so i’ve been out of contact since last night. do not judge me. fear me.
god i’m such a sponge. i just started reading affliction, apparently it’s a nick nolte movie. don’t tell me anything about it please but anyway already i love it. russell banks is the best writer. so funny concise and a sentence just spills unto itself kind of like how i write like by the end of the breath you’re like all that shit at the beginning of the sentence finally makes sense thank fucking god, like that but except way way more tight.
so far i liked how he spoke about all the smart people leaving this town in new hampshire (every single woodsy book ever takes place somewhere in new england, russell banks and steven king must be soul brothers) which can be applied to every single small town anywhere. the smart talented ones leave and the dumb ones get left behind, abandoned. so then you have this village, quite literally, of idiots. hey don’t get mad at me i’m just the re-messenger here but anyway, all the organized ones are long gone so the rest don’t even know how to string together a semblance of community. i kind of want to go to there (inside melodie joke) you know? i like the broken down and dysfunctional. i am drawn to it.
ok salad time, i only wanted to say hi about shitty towns who only have names for themselves or thrive cos they’re on the way to somewhere better. how sad is that? and beautiful. now i feel like a road trip.
that’s all, nothing more, or less.
i am gearing up to start writing 10,000 words a day again for my book is what this means i guess.
how will i lay out in the sun all summer long and not get a tan if i don’t want to tan? looks like i’ll be smelling permanently of coconut (suntan lotion). yum.
well maybe except my brother’s which is april 10 but then, no more until melodie’s which is may, thank god. i’ll be nice and healthy by then to undo it and start all over again. yay life.
and one of my drummettes. everyone had eaten before we got there. i ordered both kinds of drummettes (for the table) and didn’t finish them, first time ever. i am a pig it’s no secret.
every time i eat (all the time) we take out an imaginary phone and imaginary type while saying out loud she’s eating again which is what teacher texted about me on our first date. he found it endearing and funny that i was eating and being a dickhole mess. applying loads and loads of vitamine e to my hands because i had burned the one a few days prior.
looking at pictures of people opening presents must be about as interesting as people showing you their vacation pictures. i just had an a-ha moment because that’s basically EVERYTHING that i do daily for a decade somehow i made this interesting.
do a little dance. happy dance. last night i danced at the japan benefit for the last band and afterward i gave my card to the singer and he’s like are you a dancer??? i am THAT good.
mom will not stop saying shazam and guess what it’s already turned to copper and dying to make my finger green. i can only wear for a minimal amount of time. at a time.
then lucas sucked all the fun away immediately and had to learn me something. haha he always gets me books. i’ve read them all. i’m not very adventurous in my reading materials as i am super impressionable and overly-stimulated, derno, stubborn? rigid? narrow minded? or i think i know everything already yeah that’s it.
i didn’t know why my dad wanted me to pose with this, i hadn’t looked at the cover but also my face is fat in every photo what the fuuuuuck. i am going on a water de-bloatation science experiment this week you’ll see by friday i will be gwyneth paltrow. the mayor makes me feel extra fat too.
if teacher doesn’t get contacts or new lenses i dunno, i am not a glasses 24/7 dating type chick. also look at that face. if you get shit right, don’t fuck it up. melodie’s incoming says it all.
gratuitous cake. i wanna get all my girlfriends on the same cycle (i think we are already ahha) and then have a PMS party and the guest of honour of course will be a huge fucking cake. no one would let photos be taken either cos we’d all be fat water retaining pigs of course.
clem comes in wearing a girl scarf and brosz7 rips him on looking like a little woman. or maybe that was me. but first they were sitting side by side ignoring one another then turn and get startled, it was funny.
i love this photo. we need to recreate it in a bigger space and three more people, it’s called a volcanic people hug eruption and the hug sculpture that we are represents lava. i am serious. maybe i will even trademark it. clem the pig was like oh yeah i’m getting in on this so i don’t think we ever got a pose picture of us girls together cos we immediately just started havin’ a gab. cool clem, thanks for that.
blue eyed silver fox braved the awkward for a bit then left. my brother was like yo we saw that guy outside while smoking he was kinda sketch looking for a bus or something? haha i love my brother’s insider info on shit. i would be frantic too if i walked in on my bday scene.
mom all night was like you don’t love me waaah. hahaha oh shut up yes i do. when you become a mother do they implant a guilt trip microchip into your fucking brain?
red flag had soda water because he’s doing some new no drinking thing. smart. he’s always “doing something” though which is funny and admirable. he said his ex said he looked like shit. that’ll do it i guess.
my girl april (why did you say you wore that colour pants again i forget but i remember i liked whatever the reason was haha) and new budday lisa, who will get a nickname once i think of one.
i have like the same jacket as teacher, with patches though. we have a lot of similarities in music (brit pop) and clothing styles, shoes. it’s too much! i’m still dating world i swear you can’t nail me down or cage me i’m suffocating smothered claustrophobia haaaalp. kidding and not kidding and just getting it off my chest. i hear girls gossip about this like it’s 90210 i want in on that shit! is this the no raymis club?
now i spy abigail and kelowna. hello hello. saw both of them the next night, one at the spoke the other at salvador darling. fun fun. then i ran into ab’s brother in front of mitzi’s during my terrible hangover and what i would imagine his also and i yelled to him across the street a bunch of nonsense, a greeting i mean which in raymi is just noise and lots of it.
sooo white. back to using my vitamin e. i thought it was giving me zits but i don’t care anymore i’d rather not be a white lizard. that microdermabrasion actually made me glow for a week.
pineapple coconut juice (the real shit, thick) and beer. DIVINELY revitalized. had my first sip before the teacher came back and then he walked in the door and every second before that i was not even a human at all, so hung. i had a hangover every day during birthday week. it was extreme as you all know i do’er hard. the teacher gave me a key, 90210 club. weeks ago. over a week at least. my colleague was like wow, there must really be something about (i can’t say the rest because i am a prude now) you, just, wow. hahaha yup. that drink made me look like this.
painted lady sweet passion lady how the hell does that go i swear melodie croons it sometimes but i might be dreaming or hallucinating or inventing a memory. i cannot wait for the salad i will be eating tonight for dinner. guess which one, it’s a huge one off the raymi’s salad tour of the city continuation project and no it’s not epic’s caesar, i’m saving that one for the foot fetishist to take me mid-week. date-to-eat-a-thon. tomorrow is billy elliott with my godmother and mom STOKED!
this sandwich i must have a photo of its older price. no one is going to order it you realize? everything else at easy is already engorged price wise to begin with. the only person stupid enough to buy this is me, well, the teacher, for me cos when the bill came i said something cute to not pay even though it was my turn. who wants a raymi’s guide to getting dudes to buy you stuff? ha that won’t blow up in my face at all. teacher just said how about a guide to getting raymi to buy me stuff.
yesterday i was so epicly out of sorts we couldn’t tell that these “greyhounds” didn’t have vodka in them. yah. bill came and together both were 9.47 or something, that seems dangerously low for vodka? the grapefruit did the trick though, no hair of the dog happened. my waitress was also hung. i liked that. she’s like drink that down for me, people steal this juice (i think that’s what she said?) ok greyhounds are 5.95. we are retarded. i asked the teacher if he could detect vodka even and he was like yes. i did not. he is slightly more retarded than i am. but wow i look pretty tired here.
i sucky pants’d a starbucks brought to me while i lay facedown in my bed had time to make adventurehouse coffee by the time he arrived, i had blankets imprint on my face, that is a sign of old age i freaked out in the mirror.
i think the tumbleweeds laughing at me in my bank account is what’s getting me incensed over this price hike. i’m not broke but i am sick of paying for shit, seems to happen in phases, a week of spending on top of consuming E V E R Y T H I N G then you come across your favourite sandwich and a little wire in your brain goes snap. this will not stand. this is not ‘nam walter.
it’s a whole chicken so you get two sandwiches. alright i see that but like what about just, the ONE sandwich on the menu? i am not letting this go. 9.95 (i just looked at an older menu it was 12.50 so nevermind i guess all of the rest of this is now pointless to read) to 15.50 is massive. maybe it’s the bread that’s making me most upset, i love it and it comes from only two places in the city, which i don’t even remember and may as well be in france. the bread is that good. ok i’ll get over it there are far more important things to be concerned over. also, the SECOND sandwich is in the firdge here i’m about to go have a bite of it for raymi blog fuel. good thing my meal has two sandwiches in it what is this america?
hipster coffee birthday after my pint at cafe taste, this was hangover day one courtesy of courtney and the parkdale boys club. pending a hangover from queens of the stoneage.
now, where was we? Ottawa windows planet urg. that’s where. i just sent everyone off to the raveonettes and was talking about how i brought my laptop and i’ll just, oh you know, work? pah haahaha ah ha right. the last week of blog posts have been spectacularly riddled with charlie sheenisms i was thinking how i should stay away from the internet until monday. birthday week come to a close please thanks.
anywhooosers i’ll just throw up (hahaha) the rest of my pics i’ve already put on flickr then make like king tut and mummify. yeah yeah.
this is when i discovered making eye contact with the apple camera webcam duh. once i was finished being mesmerized by my own image of course. maybe this is why mac users are sooooo arrogant and big headed they look at themselves constantly on webcam and eventually believe they’re super fucking good looking or something.
can you give me just a little extra for free face. learn it live it love it and love me for the skeleton key top tip.
pop your eyes too. don’t forget your visine. i think my (teacher’s) teeth whitener strips dissolved by this point.
i am obsessing over my cakes more and more as days go by. i am going to carole’s cafe, i’ve been poring over cake fetish photos and now i want to love the hand that feeds some.
it was fun having my family friends at my shitty date bar. one day maybe there’ll be a raymi guided tour of the city like they do in nyc for sex and the city fanatics.
it was fun having my mom wasted off the drink menu too. now you understand me a little more, you cannot resist the temptation of that cocktail menu. i got melodie an anita’s attitude adjuster straight off the bat, reasons why require no mention. i love this photo because you can see how i look like both my mother and aunt alison. pretty neat.
don’t go all out now ma. keeding. i love this. i wonder if she likes finally having a daughter who enjoys and rivals the like and need of pink and girly things.
i got an idea. thanks for the cards dad. colleague and i collaborated on the appropriated from the internet design. my awards are scattered on the back. couldn’t fit them all. BOOM!
oh god man look at that hair. ahhh thank you brennen demelo, you genius. how to do pr0no hair 101. guys help me pick the best raymbo hair photo for a sponsored by brennen advert image on my sidebar.
i last minutedly felt like a cow and skinny day went away (full time pms now) so i wore black to hide it all. haha check this out from gill’z bday april 2009.
hey i’m working here, do you mind? that’s what you say to strangers in real life who have problems with the happening they walked in on. this night not necessary, everyone was loving it.
and now i have a reason to hostess. my cuisine is perfect and requires no extra sodium to taste and i always heavily crack pepper into my concotions but why not. i took so many more pictures of these today i hope you don’t get sick of them.
i said, and, where the hell will i wear these which made my brother lose his mind laughing cos i said it in the snarkiest way ever and now i am wearing them like crazy and i look crazy in them. they will be great with daisy dukes and a simple shirt, starbucks liberty stroll and jumping in water puddles.
my swarovski lois loot. she is taking me and mom to billy elliott next week. pumped. i’ve been wearing the hello kitty necklace round the clock as well. i might attach my other swarovski hk head to it as well one night.
i crawled out of my vortex to go to the spoke for britt’s bday. i sat by her folks and charmed her dad as much as i could. i said my dad adores britt and her dad is like well where is he then? everytime i played with my blackberry he tsk’d me and i would make up some stupid funny excuse/lie about what i was doing.
it was a set menu. it was like a wedding. that’s the scallop starter. i chose the weird salad. i was afraid i wouldn’t be able to stomach anything. i said to the folks that if britt and i are going to remain friends we’re gonna have to better plan this birthday party staggering thing.
weird salad and my drink, campari and other things. campari is a digestive so it’s a good drink and a sipper cos it tastes disgusting. my mom had some of my campari-ish drink at watusi and was grossed out. i have tasted a lot more of the world and i’m a boozehead so i’m now in the grossest drinks ever phase of my alcoholism. the next stage is cold turkey. sandwiches. mmmm.
birthday girls. old girl (someone actually said that in my comments) on the left. i said in my card we should stop having birthdays at 29, kay? god i am that girl now saying those cutesy cathyesque age quips. GULP! our outfits are kind of coordinated which we did not eve pre-plan or even speak prior to this. i was fancy clothed frantic.
see total wedding. pricey too. i’ve been used to being treated for too long. oh well worth it. it felt adult. britt’s dad was like where is your boyfriend. i stared at him. then i said five different answers.
i don’t even want to talk about how sad this is. britt smashed it. i assisted in that. i said put it in the bubblewrap for safety after she opened it. we both thought it was a bubblewrap mini bag, it wasn’t, it fell to the floor. i got this photo at least. it’s sad because i thought about it for a month before i bought it and even posted it on my blog that i would get it for her, it is perfectly suited for her livingroom, or on her bedroom armoire. we all know how much thought and focus perfectionist gift givers (me) put into their gifts. britt’s mum was like oooh you must feel SO bad britt. HAHA nice one mom. anyway i will see if they can order another or get her the other snowglobe i momentarily considered getting, not as great as this one though. so sad. RIP emo snowglobe. you were not cheap. i slipped it in there a few times that it was designer. whether that is true or not i dunno. if you’ve ever bought such a frivolous expensive thing before as a snowglobe, unless you are one of those disney arrested development collecting freaks, you have no idea what it’s like. maybe the shock of saving your money for something more important is something to make you snicker over here. i DID immediately say once it smashed as we were picking up the pieces, don’t cry over smashed snow globes.
yeah it was the year i became uber hot again and i was in the globe and mail for you know what and well, it was great just because i changed my life. just some crap you put on an envelope as an afterthought of deepness that you know will go in the garbage anyway. next year when she turns 27 i will have a LOT more to say. OMG GOOD LUCK WITH THAT ONE DUDE! i think britt might be more superstitious than i am?
dude i heard your entire business call while i was in the bathroom don’t remember it wasn’t anything secretive or particularly all that juicy. i held out hope though.
me leaving with my present. a stuffed unicorn. it’s special because if i go online with the packet it came with a star will be named after me. i will be calling mine 123 penis lane. that has been my fake address for every single thing i have ever had to fill out an address for something you just know will end in junk mail. i can’t wait to visit this actual address some day. that will be the day. no wait. i think i’ve been there many times before already hahahaa. oh man rough birthday week is how all these blog jokes are brought to you by.
had a pit stop at teacher’s to try to nap, mostly to digest then i almost bailed on adventurehouse III but i powered through. paying for it now but a duty is a duty. glad i went and that guy came to have a mini business chat talk with me after he bought me a shot. we are doin’ lunch. i was like mmhmm yep yup sounds great good good ok so do you have money? things are great and fine on email but then when it gets to money talk all of a sudden this GREAT idea for YOU and your blog that benefits you zero, is not worthy of paying you for the work you do for it/them. silly gooses. the guy was like, we want the best so i came to you. damn straight hustler. i’ll sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves, i will. (tommy boy ref)
they played a special one for me, that gorillaz empire ants song, a lounge lizard trip hop version. jason osler makes fun of me on gchat once a week or so about the one song i listen to. hey guy i don’t listen to it anymore. he texted how my bday was and said don’t say to read your blog. ha. therefore i forgot to text back to it. therefore he will never know. i’ll just email him this blog blurb.
under a year ago i brought a parade with me back from wrong bar one night. this girl was part of that herd. the adventurehouse allure is strong and almighty. tanya our bar house leader said now that she’s met me she understands the tickle trunk addiction. she is amazing. we are going to do some fun collabs together coming up just you wait and see. pressing publish now. i still have my mom’s photos to show from my birthday which everyone has seen on facebook for days now, and then my own. ooh i just remembered snl is on tonight. i don’t know how to work that tv thing so maybe i’ll just stick to being a hunchback and maybe saying bizarre stuff on my tumblr though by the time i read through this the gang will be back from the raveonettes show and will take over the place. remind me to ask my brother what he wants for his birthday. last year i got him wallabees. i’ve wanted my own pair for too long now. maybe i’ll just ask my dad.
happy saturday.
BY THE WAY i am doing this tomorrow please come. it’s a charity for japan party raffle prizes bands jamboree! stewart and i are hosting it! we are going to co-ordinate outfits and be the BEST!
WHERE: the great hall (queen/dovercourt) 1087 Queen Street West 7.30pm.
Prizes:
more donations today. got some tickets to see in conversation with woody harrelson, beautiful earings from dean davidson, 2 gift certificates from passage tatoo, a dine alone package 3 gift certificates from parlour salon for cut and colour tickets to cut copy, tiesto, protest the hero, timer timbre, Case of wine plus 8 glasses, dress by Valerie Osumek,
we have dinners from the drake and watusi, jewelry from ashley winnington-ball and kvell & co. clothes from las valentines and cry wolf, steam whistle tour for 10, passes to hot docs, imaginative and the reel asian film fest, cineplex package including tickets to the opera, band merch, pieces from lots of local artists/photographers, a signed bat and ball from the blue jays, a makeup set from MAC and more
Comrades, I am hosting this charity event, (yes, it is true I am just as shocked as you are) tomorrow night apparently during a blackout i said YES i will totally do this with you Stew (my boy twin) and now it’s happening, tomorrow. Come gab with me and support JAPAN cos something bad happened over there to good people. I don’t know about you but I have some cosmic Karma to turn around, I’ve been selfish for too long tomorrow night at THE GREAT HALL queen/dovercourt 7.30pm raffles bake sale other things and so on. we’re a finite resource we have to help our friends in need.
i quite enjoy looking at these i just exclaimed, what is wrong with me? i want the entire set. i want to fill them with sparkles (in theory) i won’t no worries, one day i’ll for real use them as salt and pepper shakers. i’m going bai ling.
i need all the help i can get to get through this day and night. i canceled my work out today. tomorrow i’ll boot camp it. i canceled that too. pray for mojo.
that ring my mom gave me, she was wearing the matching one and the heart necklace too (she always does this) and then alll night long kept trying to daps me and said SHAZAM. mom, STOP saying that it’s not funny. then she’d do it again. shazam. uh whatever everyone last night was kind of obliterated it was pretty great to have? this is where the post ended. wow great headway. i think the teacher walked up to me and then we immediately had business to attend to.
got some great mileage out of these balloons i brought them to adventurehouse party last night. which i am presently recovering from. what else is new.
stressed out face. yeah you can come yeah no worries. then a revolving door of ex bfs. clem loved it. each buy me a drink then leave, i introduced zero to the teacher, who was also ambushed by an intimate dysfunctional family sit down ha ha and they are like who is this guy? i haven’t been telling anyone much of anything lately, keeping cards to chest and so last night at the spoke for britt’s bday she’s like why have we never heard of this teacher before?
i’m starting to enjoy myself without under eye mascara globbed on. i’m so insecure about the size of my eyes. i have to get over it. when i live healthier and get more sleep i won’t need mascara anymore.
it’s cyclical this blog crap thing. another person said my mom and i focus too much on beauty. why aren’t people allowed to do that? beauty is a skill.
i cleaned up the bender when i got up, sloppily so. my niece picked these out for me they’re like rubber boots flats and very comfy. thanks hailey now i can still be a kid and say well my niece got me these so it’s ok to have strawberry shortcake feet and be 28.
you should(n’t) see what my hair looks like today. love to see how far i can stretch out not washing it after a dye job and toning. secret princess skid rat. cousin alex told me when we were teens she hadn’t washed her hair in TWO WEEKS. gross.
remember these pics? so 2001 nerve.com profile. that’s how we met people to fuck and party and have threesomes with back then. there needs to be a more elite pof.
oh teacher’s here time for brunch see you later with more dumb stuff xoxox.
