here’s some content stock. this dude sent me questions for some piece he’s working on, women who blog in GTA, was sent to a couple other blogger chicks too and for some reason they forwarded me their responses as well to him before i had a chance to answer for myself, keeners. i do not work this way, so i didn’t read their responses, well i skimmed, and was annoyed (i do not like pre-influence from people who have been blogging for less a time than myself, it’s like my mom telling me about facebook). so without further ado, here is the headspace i was in many weeks ago:
How long have you been blogging and what is your blog called?
Ten years. Raymitheminx.com. I’ve been blogging for ten years.
Do you make money off your blog if so how?
Absolutely, it’s my prime source of income. I’m a full time blogger workaholic psychopath. whups i forgot to expand on this part. if so how? ugh annoying. companies spend zillions trying to figure out how to crack the internet money making code and i’m supposed to just reveal my secrets (that aren’t so secret) or summarize ten years for you? i am too bitchy to expand upon this right now also i think the answers should be obvious as they were to me ten fucking years ago when i started this stupid fucking blog and why nobody else seems to be able to surmise it on their own just makes me unbelievably bonkers like i wanna do a symposium and when it’s my turn to speak just roll my eyes at the audience and call them idiots. woah rageahol. told you.
What sorts of clientele do you attract via your online persona?
High end, wary of me corporate-types. Cool hip elite degenerates. Creative young impressionable artists. Socialite, literary celebrities, musicians, actors, scenesters, admirers, haters, little raymis, perverts, trolls. Split even female/male audience, tipped in the favour of females, ideal target market.
How do you feel about terms like “blogosphere” and “new media” and “social media”?
I feel like, duh, what’s your point? Because I’ve been around for so long, I feel that others have been asleep at the wheel, which is why I have affected this chip on my persona’s shoulder. I’m proud and psyched about the next whatever direction it’s all going to take. Psyched for the future, I mean that honestly. This decade dot com era has a kinetic energy and I have a huge invested personal stake, it’s exciting.
With blogs exploding over the last 3-4 years in Toronto alone, do you feel any sense of duty or legitimacy since you have been doing it longer (this might not apply to all of you if this is the case please don’t feel bad or get mad).
I think it’s great. I like being a blog grandmother. I like that I was in the right place at the right time. And I like that I have the right makeup; equal parts creative and business savvy with stubborn determination. The more blogs that sprout up, the more I excel, as they inspire me and force me to ride the crest of the tidalwave. I always wanted to be a rock star, so this is my band.
Some blogs are getting funding now, like Steel Bananas and Joyland and other things like that. What do you think of this Government financial intervention?
This is the first news of that to me. I am an independent contractor, and like any other operating business, say, Stan’s Grocery or Mary’s Marmalades, that’s them, this is me, and I have a drive to make money, publish a book, and expand. Great, cool. This country has money for its art, and more people should be making art. If it takes federal funding to make that happen, so be it.
there’s a bonus question i’m working on now. time to get pretentious! just walked the dog and now she is in love with me again.
i’m sick. i thought it might just be a mini one. not so. throughout the early evening my sickness expedited itself. i think it’s moving through me faster because i am cleanse detox clean as a whistle?
teacher is going on a date tonight. well at first, last week, he said he was hanging with his bud which i quickly figured out was a lie and asked if it would be problematic if i was here, maybe he’ll have to go f(inger)-bang (his problems away, inside PBC joke) at hers, i mean “his” insert dude’s name there instead.
it’s pretty saboteur of me to keep coming ’round here like i do. so what we are friends and i know i’m #1. now he can go with all the pieces of internet dating trash he wants.
you better come up with a back up for getting over me type thing. no. that’s cruel. we’ve just eclipsed dating or i got my way into the friend zone, down with his homies too. don’t let a girl do that to you if you are in love with her because your friends will continuously throw your needing to wean off of her under the fucking bus daily. it’s complicated is the short of it. i am addicted to complicated. i was born complicated. i came out of my mom so fast i fucked up the doctor’s shoes and was like, that’s right.
the teacher drove me to metro yesterday to buy sick supplies. i said i am dyiiiiing. he said no don’t cos you know i’ll be brushing your hair then. !! i go what?? he said yeah there’s a high probability of me keeping you around for a little bit, so don’t die. i said i am going to put that on my blog and he’s like go ahead. i said i would ask my audience if i should be scared or worried. haha sure psycho. this is all going to end in a big messy disaster or i just get to abuse and treat him like shit for life. it’s twisted, i know. it’s because he’s a teacher, he has to boss people around all day. it’s like when cops see dominatrixes or anyone in a position of authority likes s&m, they need to get it back. works for me! i would absolutely love to scream in a judge’s face, horrible dehumanizing degrading insults. so fun. then a stack of money in an envelope. you know my email, i’ll be discreet lulz. i’m already celibate too, that’s another beauty, no boning.
i watched fear and loathing in las vegas last night for the first time amidst a hayfever 24 hour sniffle head fog delirium. it was a bit much. a lot much. i also went out as hunter s. saturday night. i love how this photographer has accurately captured my donkey/unicorn likeness. thank you. we watched narnia last night (somehow i missed out on the caspian one) when i arrived to teacher’s from my “friend’s” aka date. so much lying going on!
i took a ton of pictures just now and i look like an overtired garbage truck in the majority of them. pre-menses, sick haggard on top of cleanse = am i finally showing my age now? (een told a lot lately that i am looking 24/25 and that some of my peers might be lying about their age cos they are looking wretched. mean!!!!) oh the lovely self esteem ups and downs. one day PMS land will exist, stay away from the nightmare fun house what with the fat water retaining pig giants that chase you down the haunted hall of fat mirrors AGHH!
melodie opening my birthday gift. i want to take her to a spa. any spas out there wanting a blog feature of model melodie and raymbo bright floatin’ around in mud and white towels ahem, raymi at raymitheminx . com you know it.
what country do we live in again? a fascist regime one apparently? why are you advertising with me? who made people aware of you? i know it was your lawyer, married into the family lawyer too who freaked out but when i told this to many people they found it beyond laughable. what was the big deal i was just making a pizza anyway haha THAT WAS OREGANO!
lady gaga just came out that she smokes weed when she writes songs. i said SEE! to my mom and she goes ONLY WHEN SHE IS CREATING! um. how the hell do you think these posts get written daily? sometimes i have the harshest writer’s block, so i sit down and go through my pictures from last night and then he story reveals itself. passages and doorways in my head open up and i remember. something will be triggered and i decide ok do i go emo, do i expand on that gibberish or do i keep going ADD all the way. i went on a date with a celebrity this year. he writes his content, the show, and gets lit everyday while doing it and this show is on a conservative and big known network, with high (lol) ratings, everybody watches it. i find this hilarious. i also have photos of the entire date from start to finish to morning after walk of fame. we shared a doob on my way out, both off to our monastic secret stoner worlds of writing. he was a good lay.
i think i exercise my brain too much. i told my shrink that i have to change it up. he was impressed and amazed at my sobriety. i said i had been doing some cheating here and there but all in all i was a completely different person than the one who manically unloaded on him six weeks ago.
i write choose your own adventure type posts. i begin several stories at once and finish none of them. each one containing something heavy along with and i freak myself out of divulging the rest of the story.
this is me trying to hide how sick i am and feel. i was clogged up and it was making me feel disgusting, unattractive. there was no chemistry between us. we sat like statues watching his stupid idea of a movie for a second date. self indulgent drug bender garbage, hey man, i prefer my own highs, listening to your trip is just as boring as listening to your dreams. i do not care.
he thought he had lead me on. the thing abut date culture is, you become privy to information about yourself bespoke by someone who does not at all know you, handfuls of mini-immediate judgments offered on your way out, it’s so unnecessary and rude. i am proud that i have more manners than the majority of people out there, say or think what you want of me but honestly, i can paint any and all of you in such a horrific light you would actually have a nervous breakdown from the bad that i see in you yet choose to overlook and ignore. long story short, you shittier than me!
he said i needed to be with someone creative. funny, i never even said i wanted to be with him. i said the only difference between us is i am not narrow-minded, he agreed. he had a big problem with my taking pictures and i took very few. i was repulsed by that. i said you know, it’s only going to get worse, you must adapt along with society and not expect it to adapt to you. he’s late thirties, i find older guys are very stubborn if they’re not on internet board. it’s an inferiority complex slightly, like, there’s a big legendary party they never went to. they fail to see it’s not too late. he basically inferred that he couldn’t handle raymi the minx. a girlfriend on the internet (jealous, can’t control her) so i said ok i am out of here and left. he’s like, did i upset you that much? no, i am sick, i don’t want to watch this movie, you’re frosty and wasting my time. i could see being his friend but if he can’t handle photos then that’s a chunk of my content time gone and if he’s going to make pissy observations then why even bother? i stopped myself from yawning when he was talking about his job, you know. he said he was feeling me, just can’t get over the photos. wow so amazingly lame and i refuse to stop doing what i do. it’s like i love you, now change! no.
i sensed this fight on the horizon so i made it happen. i stoked the flames. i would be miserable forever if i was with this guy, emoteless and then i couldn’t even take pictures of my plight? FUCK THAT capital F-U-C-K THAT-A-TAT-TAT! how controlling. he said that photos distracted me. whaaat? also that he doesn’t capture his life. which i find absurd and stupid. in this digital age, it didn’t happen if you don’t have photos. it’s BECAUSE of photos that i get to have this wonderful life that i live. you know what my job is right now? my actual job is CLEANSING. isn’t that amazing? and then after that it will be something else fun and unique. i get to design my job by the week, whatever i want. sky’s the limit not no fucking guy, limiting me. so, this guy was my first date in two/three months. i gave it a second chance because it was my first date in two-ish months. i am green again. next time i will go with my immediate gut instincts. i have no time for dating, it isn’t even secondary on my list of priorities right now. as lonely as i get and as frequent as my late-twenties going to die alone and ugly barren spinster nightmares arise (every half hour) i am not going on date sprees again. i have to put me first. which is why when teacher comes home tonight if i am here i will probably razz the shit out of him in an unhealthy way. i am torture incarnate. i shouldn’t be here. he drives me insane, but i cannot be alone and i am too lazy to go on dates. i am a fucking asshole. his friend said he should break up with me (few weeks ago) and he’s like nooo but i love herrrr. i am like that abusive boyfriend you lost your friend to, you just have to let it die on its own, there is no reasoning, period. except, i’m not his girlfriend. simply just walking across the room is power over him enough but we are friends. i keep justifying it in my head like that. he said ok you’re not my girlfriend but maybe someday you will be. do not feed my ego like that.
obnoxious. yes a classic but for this time it wouldn’t fly. there’s nothing insightful about drug use. we’ve already learned that it makes advertisers jumpy. i have a lascivious article sitting on a shelf cos it’s too provocative, waiting on a certain advertiser, ok well clean it up then. no no we like it the way it is. ughhhhh. too edgy, not edgy enough. fuck it. i have never cow-towed i’m not going to start now.
my sweatshirt is adorable. better keep your boyfriends away from me.
ha kidding.
CLEANSE DAY 14 is on thursday. i am two days away. thankfully i have minimal appetite today. i might be having cleanse-ending anxiety i am afraid i will balloon right up. Jeanette has been wonderful and amazing, we’re meeting up tomorrow. i know lots of you have questions so don’t waste her time but i’m sure jeanette would be happy to help guide you in your own cleanse/detox/fasting pursuit. i am proof that it works and worked. she has many other clients successfully on cleanse, post-cleanse. i want to do this again very soon. my program is somewhat extended. i’ll be on probiotics and other intestinal drawing pills, they’re at home i forget what they’re called. anyway she has a facebook page so like it and find other hippies like you to talk about shakes with.
alright one more. i am sick. bath time. i am starving too and dying for food but the huge mug of veg broth i just pounded filled me up i am adamant about closing the cleanse off with a strong finish. i think i might be addicted to restrictions.
i think this goes on a bit long but teacher says it’s hot so whatever. enjoy. i used to do this song for karaoke all the time and choreographed an entire dance to it with kristi in my diningroom when i was a teenager. COOL! should i lead a hole cover/tribute band? obvious answer is yes.
yo hustlas lets do this fast and easy, like how i like my women, men? no matter about them they break pretty easy with minimal push. anyway, auntie’s got a mad hankering for the notebook on this gloomy sunday. which ain’t so gloomy as i’m coasting on a few highs. one being a shopping high (used my AA gift card); two, regularity; um it’s sunday? well i’m more so stoked i got up and at’em, also another batch of laundry too.
we started out in the very back. my guy said the first round was on him so we got two double vodkas. i cheated last night. sorry whatever it was a special personal treat it’s not like i’m going to move on now to a gallon of home made red wine ahahah.
funny dude. i was underwhelmed by everyone though. i want to do stand-up. casie said o’niz does it i was like whaaaaa? who cares if i trainwreck. i am a professional trainwreck. i’m going to do queen west hipster personae.
jason (thinks i’m a genius) osler was there. i know he has a secret crush on me. he always sends me big brother noogie-grinding texts so i ushered him to the second row with us. he had a mini him with him too seriously a younger guy with glasses with the same mannerisms, funny nice guy.
proud to see my buddy ben miner up there. also it was ryan who brought us to the second row. all i gotta do in life is go someplace anyplace and there’s always someone i know there just waiting to unclip the red velvet vip rope for me it’s true. people have a better time at work if their homie shows up. employees universally snore their way through shifts it’s much more fun if your community extends to a couple extra shitheads in attendance who aren’t employees.
kay see jason? see the mini-him? hahahaheheeehhee yes. can mini raymis start sprouting up already GOD! margaret cho has a midget asian cho. need i make other examples?
this guy was good, his schtick was being a pig wop. i am kind of into dirtbags like that, sleazebags cos they are the penultimate opposite of what i “shouldn’t” be into (teacher says that this sentence makes absolutely no sense)(i’m only letting him read this post for if i went too racist, he is barred from reading my blog still). all those years in streetsville, at the hardware store working for italians has made me a woppy bitch when it comes to household duties, demands, unreasonable expectations. don’t worry all the other races and nationalities i have not made prejudiced stereotypes about yet i will get to you in due time. i coast between jappy whiner to bitchy italian princess and then when i fight i go ghettovale, ‘sauga falconer on a mawfuckur. it’s scary.
this shirt helped me get my picture taken a lot at the ossington. ok so back to being into dirtbags, (mind is all over the place, so are my photos, so just enjoy the ADD trainride to who knows town) i’ve told melodie that i am in to two types of guys only 1. tens (GQ hot) 2. disgusting puketastic vile wretches of society riddled with mental illness cocktails (these are the ones i have rando sex dreams about, ugh i know hahaha) and i don’t know why that is. who knows. i mean i sort of get it, one extreme or the other but really?
we were late. of course we were. my fault. spent two minutes at the brazenhead because i wanted SOMETHING to eat. i ate food yesterday. fast one day. cheatish one day and today i’m fasting again, well, i had soup, liquid food.
i have eating guilt but not enough to make me suicidal like in the beginning. i watched the teacher eat 85% of a huge thing of nachos and i didn’t sneak one. meanwhile beside me, lisa is having salty fish tacos. i had matzo ball soup. i only had the broth. i had mussels too. they don’t count as food they’re like popcorn, well, chewy snot really. um i am a retard it just dawned on me only ow that mussels aren’t vegetables. DISCONNECT honest mistake. yes seriously that just happened. SOS baby: strung-out sunday mix.
got two pairs of highwaister leggings, blue and black. and a blue thong though i think the teacher should have paid for that as stella ATE mine like the first time i came here. my red calvin kleins.
i love shopping malls. thanks mom! it’s the only place moms and daughters agree to go together to and then become mortal enemies from. YEAH I’LL MEET YA IN A FUCKIN HOUR!
could you look more like a pack of smokes? also, could you give us more than 9 pieces? FUCK YOU! i bumped into auntie winnie and uncle jim too at the mall (aunt win is nana’s sister) and she couldn’t get over how tall i was, when did i get so tall? um i’ve always been this height, leigh and i are the same height, she might have a hair on me though. they were going to go to the pickle barrel too. i kind of don’t want to go there cos the city blew $50k during G20 at PB but they have so many things for needy assholes i can’t not go back at least 5 more times. at the very least.
uma thurman hands (my hands are actually quite small for my height, feet too). my roots have never grown in so fast before. it’s all the super hippie pills and beauty tea and those weird gross drops in my gallons of water. i’ve figured out how to make your hair grow faster. jeanette is going to be rich.
reminds me of that shot of duck blubber, liver? foie gras shooters were sent over to us at epic (royal york) with some white creamy topping and there were mystery layers of stuff. it was more liquidy than these.
had to keep adding avocado to cut the heat. one day i will marry a spice lover like me and it will be hot burning shit heaven together forever. you can puke at any time now. haha brosz7 bought that beer cos of the black keys song commerical. said it tasted bad.
we went to wal*mart to get risk and wanted to murder each other in the parking lot afterward wow what a toxic scene up in sufferin mall. anyway this pissed me off. soft drink beverages in tall boy cans. maybe you should have paid me to endorse your new cherry drink dr. pepper, dr. dre is rich enough!
my first kosher soup experience. i had a nibble of the matzo. i am impressed by the science behind a ball of bread not turning to mush, well it remains mushly intact. teacher said it looked like cat brains. ew haha.
told the waitress i had an eating disorder she’s like hahaha i know you’re kidding. i’m all yeah… like the scene in get him to the greek when fat guy stooge has heroin shoved in his arse and russell brand is like why not put us on the plane it’s not like he’s got a balloon of heroin shoved up his ass and the flight attendant is like aahha classsssic. i said no garlic bread with my mussels (that i asked to be spicy were not spicy when they came out, hmm how interesting it’s like they didn’t listen to what i wanted or something there hmmm) and then before that i have a dismantled ball pile of matzo bread glob on the plate beside the soup and the other floating uneaten in my soup. she then put it together that this retard is a finicky eater so i go, apologetically, i have an eating disorder. it wasn’t funny. i should have said i have obsessive compulsive disorder, i have to have bread but i can’t eat it. ok that wasn’t funny sorry i’m getting sick and stupid.
wow i look trashed. oh that’s because i was. we got a couple drank tickets here each too. cheap drunk now big time also with zero base to go on. smart move girl! i made a lot of fans from my dance moves and picture taken. i want those bad boys. hi paul nice to see you!
this is animal abuse of some sort. whatever. this is the variety store by that crazy prom dress store on queen. go see for yourself tell this guy he’s got a couple f–‘n screws loose.
