Minx at the Movies: The Dilemma

as you’re reading this post we’ll be watching the flick. (ps. yellow kitty is the name of my nail polish seen in this video here, no i am not mental and “just saying” yellow kitty for fun but maybe i will from now on).


spoiled girl. the clear swarovski ring is too big, must go back and exchange.


i have to look on sanrio to see which character this bunny is. totally counterfeit. awesome.


searching for new coffeetable.


nice coral hoodie from the style exchange jam i went to. lovely, cosmetic, snug and roomy.





swag haul. good thing i didn’t give in to victoria secret. underwear for days. which is funny cos i haven’t worn underwear IN days.


yup that’s right ya hosers.


actually no, everything is what it appears.


another thing lifted off my presence. weird coincidences i notice, ever notice? does it happen to you too? just check the preview for this movie and get back to me if you know your hero raymbo.


i am a wiener. not to be confused with whiner. that’s you.


love it.








this was a neat experience. one, i feel old as hell. two, large and in charge simultaneously? i see that i may have to pass the blog baton torch off to a little raymi at some point in time.


mega stereos fan. just thirteen. she did not get one of my cards haha. first in line won a shirt signed by the band.


hello kitty shirt. nice.


moms and dads and kids. bizarre. i got gawked a ton. no i am nobody it’s ok relax. haha.


blondgalina. swag hag. i have hot pink hair dye now, and green, blue. giving melodie the blue. brennen said if i dye my hair pink (or partial) i’ll wreck it. sigh. i want a few temporary baby pink streaks.


it was nuts. people just like, record anything, or, this band is actually popular? i felt really foreign and not with it. it was nice to walk away from eaton center afterward, away from mall culture. even though my soul is suburban it’s nice to remember why i left the suburbs. ka-blammo! (gun to the head sound effect) i mean seeing wimpy hipsters calmed me, artists, freaks, all walks. i need the metropolis and to be swallowed up by it.


another eye-rolling moment stuffed in my face. one of the girls on stage for the event said that this store across the mall is running a deal blabbity blah…love stereos too..etc yawn, as if that’ll work, and so blatant and lo and behold, shit worked, mad line-up of tweens with mad disposable income, you can tell them anything. so there you have it store launchers, sister up with someone else’s promotion and make a mass deal on your goods. don’t say i never did nothin’ for ya. i should go by two cents raymi.


this drink pretty much ended my engagement. also, i think this is borderline illegal (in canada) to advertise alcohol in such a manner that encourages (and suggesting to wholeheartedly!) one to get even more blasted by combining intoxicants, no? some bars have to remove their interior signage (posters) advertising deals that get you power-drunk a la happy hour to get you in there and staying in there. as for this white trash mimosa billboard, it was referred to as something else i no longer recall, the smirnoff sugar with the beer in the sun combo renders you MANGLED.

ok movie time byeeeee!

Valley of the Doll Raymis









HATE the hat.



haha so suicide girls.


ladies, commit to it.



there’s white crinoline beneath the skirt. uber hot tease.


will get a close up.






super mega goony. F.



i belong on a disney cruise.


*ps i look extra tired lately cos i am malnourished and getting thinner. women look haggard when they get skinnier, then you get used to it or i dunno, your base becomes standard and then you start to look healthier.

a simple altercation turned into a real sticky situation


there was a baseball team on the patio of the foggy dew yesterday (my first time there i know! i am better than you because i never killed a night in that place before)(it’s my new brazenhead, maybe) so i brave the chillyish dusk and kept my layers off so they could see me in this shirt.


i just collected more clothes from adventurehouse. i am resourceful nd good at making outfits out macgyver style but i am sick of it. hopefully style exchange is giving me another gift card today, and a stylist. one for teacher too.





veuve bottle will be a vase on the deck. is it going to be sunny again EVER? ughhhhh.




ahh just look at that beautiful rat tail. if i were a dude i would slap that thing right off.



yeah my eyes aren’t bad.




next up minnie mouse. i have under 30 days to get my body sex scene newd ready.

Raymi’s Movie PREDICTION AND eventual REVIEW

welcome to my version of drunk history. it’s like that except psychic so listen in!

i’ve only seen the preview for bridesmaids two times. i have a very good memory for pop culture, insights and clairvoyance in general, i had absolutely no idea about the plot or storyline and i get it all pretty close to right. cinema is just predictable for me and obvious. i pay too closely attention to everything. the cab driver said to me as i was getting out to make more movies. aw bless him.

i do whiney socialite voice when i’m shy in public. watch!

and then i finally acquire the knowledge and the power and the opinions.

i liked the love interest, dude was hot and irish accented (irish right?) anyway, it was good but it wasn’t great and that’s only because i have standards so high michael scorsese couldn’t even tap dance with a chicken to appease them. no i am not this dumb sounding in real life, i’m doing airhead frazzled raymbo and uh, you figure it out.


i was so tired yesterday i reached a new epic low (victory) by lying down and putting on makeup. so far the laziest i’ve ever been in doing that is sitting up on the couch with a mirror on my clavicle and doing it that way. this is my new favourite lazy means. 180 degrees on your back then when you’re waiting for your base to dry you can just catch a mini-nap, a little break from all that application. i amaze myself. yes. still do. i know.


my flat stomach serves as a good vanity table. someone on youtube called me chubby. i AM chubby right now, too much wine and pms-stretch omg again already. ack!


i look like cocoon.


i am glad that movie exists so i can use it to explain myself for the duration of my platinum days.


gym rat day. see you later.

*registration for commenting now turned off so the zero comments you’re making may now commence.

right here right meow!


lisa and i are going to pick up where the new kids left off. i am already on board with adopting the rat tail, afterall.


we caught up with her on ossington and saw her pink pants immediately then started screaming out pink pants PINK PANTS PINK PANTHER! at her.


me this morning aka WHY IS RAYMI AWAKE THIS EARLY? EDITION. passport office dealings with finally. i paid extra to have it ready by the 9th. pick-up. the mail may or may not be striking, which was the glitch i stumbled upon saturday amid cuckoo bananas errands afternooning. having a trip booked looming over you without your docs in order, uhmm, stressful. real people stuff is hard.


yesterday morning chez le motion room. going to be after some new gym duds all around new fitness attire (HOOK IT UP) as i have shrunken and am swimming in loose lycra and i want to show my flat gymnast physique off and like save babies from burning buildings and shit.


bought some yuppie chow haha wait isnt that an actual dog food brand? i was just ripping on yuppies, oh, ok, right, puppies. got it.


i have gone over in my head how to address this or whether to numerous times and have come to the conclusion that “i don’t give a” is the best route and maybe nevermind? no i didn’t eat the whopper but it was amazing to see a man walk up to you with a shopping bag full of whoppers. hey, you gotta make friends somehow.


pre mac was weirded out by teacher’s face. she is used to his glasses. i have been championing face time all along so it’s nothing new to me now. well, to be honest, i rock a bit of shyness so i don’t stare at people i spend a lot of time with in the face much, maybe some quick sneaks here or there but i don’t make habit of staring problems OH MY GOD YOU COMPLETE ME LET ME STAAAAAAARE INTO THE VERY BELLY OF YOUR SOUL (unless i am on mdma). so hi face, with me now, is like, yeah i know, finally, thaynks. i know i sound like a monster and that is because i am. but he’s annoying too ok. we’re starting to turn on each other cos we don’t spend any time apart.


and i am turning into an adorable potato with a ponytail. i tame ponies bareback and i have a whip. sorry i think the diet redbull and grapefruit and coffees are making me a little erratic.


and then prosecco.


and people watching.


i tan too easly. that is bad. that means my skin isn’t strong. it means i have to move to miami. i am fine with that. i’ll look good as leather. ahahah ew!


i like when he looks slavic. it makes me think i am always on vacation or involved with a gangster. i assume everyone european is up to no good on the sly. fucking hot! at the passport office when we were looking at my old one where i look like a natasha straight from interpol i started making that joke and then stopped. dude was nice as hell and approved my photos which might cut my hair off a bit, a no no. i also stopped at saying i got them done in a variety store. legit licensed passport photog so no worries.



eggplant. i didn’t have a piece til it was stone cold at the very end, the last piece and it was STILL magnificent.


meatballs. um what is an italian word i can spell? bellisimo.


i am a salad snob. this was good enough. pear walnut some kind of cheese arugula, not mind blowing, not bad either. my trainer went here with his wife two fridays ago, we suggested reserving cos it would be slammed. he did and it was. they had a good time. i’ve only ever been here to eat once before, with the beast.


bumped in lil jenie stewart, babe. she and casie have the same oomph factor going on it was like casie in the vessel of jenie, made me miss casie. hi!


cheese board. teacher liked cowbell better. he is a food snob now. he is a legit snob to begin with but loves the opportunity to BE that, and more. i’m like woooooah now what? yeah i liked cowbell’s better. made me realize how nice i am maybe, a yes girl lots and where is that getting me, huh!? where!? (remember i am having an identity crisis right meow).


espresso poured over chocolate ice cream, gelati? i dunno but i could see through time pupils instantly dilated and your report that’s due tomorrow i did it yesterday and wrote 40 blog posts in a second. major pick-me-up.


teacher’s visa was left at rhino (that hole)(that i had been bashing the night prior on twitter lol great one baby) i’m like great now they can find us and THEN the genius leaves it behind. i call them from the table here, it’s there, and we picked it up on our way home with the cab outside and the meter off cos i coo’d southern belle innocence at the driver. i am a detective.


new tray, table cloth and jug for upstairs. you have to climb two flights of stairs up and down again to the kitchen to bbq to loungers and back again so i want lots of pretty trays.


and we have a penchant to be slovenly so we need all the help we can get. i tend to get a little bit fucking insane when it gets messy around here.


and then i was starting to pass out on the couch, it wasn’t even 9 blaaha bold face lie i cannot even tell time and look at the big giant clock up there, to me, 10.30 may as well be 9pm, early. whatever. maybe. too early to be cool. so i get up and at ‘em and say maybe i should put on that raggedy anne outfit if you go get it for me. he moved so fast i think he teleported himself there and back again.


i think he has better pics, i’ll check afterward. i wanted to get one i actually liked to tweet tease but wasn’t happy with anything (tired delirium) so eventually he looks at me and says (STUPIDLY!) (tired of snapping photos) this is boring.


oh really. it is? i’m sitting at the other end of the couch from him (granted he did take some pics with his iphone to appease me) but yeah, in the future if you feel like telling a chick in a disney princess sex costume that “this is boring” you might want to have your head examined.


i felt stupid and pride stung (not really just an opportunity to start and win a fight) so i sat forward and began unzipping my minnie mouse clown suit and he was like UH OH. ahahahhaha. i was not about to have a showdown dressed like minnie fucking mouse.


yup. super boring. lol. playing with dolls. meh. aw poor teacher.


see? i look like shit. how often do you wear a dumb dress like this? never. we bought it weeks ago. of course i want to exploit myself in it on my blog tomorrow morning and that photo is not good enough. another please.


i still look kinda shitty (which i will feel when i finally look at his pictures and see that i look beauty star disney princess amazing in them).


and here? goddamn comatose. unusable (using anyway to prove point). i am totally almost zonked out like kurt cobain nodding off on heroin during a rolling stone shoot. it happened. see how i am tired from my life? now that i am fit i am going to just sit around like a useless statue in an apron and only get up or flinch if someone calls my name otherwise, zzzzz. he wishes i got the bee on which also coincidentally on saturday there’s a bee party up in the sticks that madysin is having. kid will be there dude i don’t think that outfit would be appropes.


oh and i eat dog food now too so, that is also awesome.


too bad it didn’t say the gza is lord.


ugh glad that’s over. muggy and hot and babies screaming everywhere. my clerk was the best though hi michael!

tomorrow i am going to the new style exchange at the eaton center (between 2-5pm) i love that store, they have everything. had a $500 shopping spree on new year’s eve at their montreal location. rabbit fur vest $160, docs also $160 and a onesie jumper. shared the rest with my entourage. i am pumped they have a location here as i have given up on fashion. come with me afterward we can get DTD at jack astors or whatever that place that looks over YDS is. gift bags!

ps. you can comment during the day free of registration. at night i turn that back on cos of spam. i want this blog to get it to fuckingether arg!

fear is number one motivator of all things in life

*re: fear – they don’t actually say that, i just made it up on the spot cos i can ad lib like a mawfuhcka. i’m sure someone’s said it at some point in time before. anything can be a motivating factor in life, that saying is endless and limitless but only if you say it in a euro accent like me or milla’s voice in zoolander. i think the video from above is friday’s work? guh! i just don’t know anymore i live in a vacuum that makes groundhog day look like a century’s worth of daily variety.







indoor rainbow!


i can’t sell this shirt. it’s the only one i have here. i am wearing it to a meeting later on and i wore it last night. just kidding i’ll wear DIFFERENT rags later.


you know what’s cool? a washboard stomach.


face pick attack daywear. i have my cardigan buttoned up over my cranium and the hat on to keep it in place with one button undone to see my monitor. smart. i am jungle-ready, desert equipped.


he’s trying to pin it on me that i can’t “find him” in photos when in all actuality, he just over poses. it’s taken me a decade to get it right and i still end up looking ridiculous most times. just kidding, i am awesome and nail it in every shot. ok my next vlogstar will be a photo pose tutorial. teacher goes to school sans specs now i bet the girls are perving out. he told me he calls his students monkeys until the last 2 weeks (twelves) then he refers to them as humans. i said i would HATE him as my teacher, as i was actively “human” in highschool getting my mack on with adults secret lifestyles and then to be undermined by some scenester teacher? fuh-ck that.


i look like shit and rightly so, this weekend was quite boozy and sunny. it feels like it was only yesterday still. thanks to fake monday, tuesday, being yesterday. i’ve been wearing scarves for coats lately. mel said it’s the best accessory in paris, coincidentally. also it glams up my shit show of an i don’t give-a outfits. burlap sack? scarf it up! ready to roll.


i look forty and cancer-battling, a prequel to the movie cocoon plus grandma grey hair, uh, awesome?


restaurant groupie. i bet he asked spice route for a tshirt too.


holiday monday deadsville. way better than all the other places along king that i’ve dumbly gone to on a holiday industry night worst ever evening for eating out. our waiter was a bit mangled too, fucking with us slightly, then thought i was flirting with him so commenced hovering me good and plenty. we were tweaked to begin with so it weirded us out and got annoying. i should no longer be permitted to speak to servers.


dark as hell. good for dates and hiding and spying, bad for pics. they bumped up the lights once the entrees came.





my beetlejuice shrimp.



teacher has an aversion to shrimp and seafood, it’s an oshawa thing probably. he grew up eating dirt rocks and twigs ahahaehhe kidding. picky eaters and me (will eat anything) oh boy, work in progress.



i want to make my own creme brulee. once i learn how to make a cake june 8 with carole. join me!


i’m writing another book, it’s like memoirs of a geisha except called BUILDING A PRINCESS.


and i write it everyday, it’s called this blog.


new plant for my deck jungle. curb side score. hope it was actually garbage/don’t care if it wasn’t it’s every yuppie for ‘emself in libville. lulz.


double bitch dose. aaand i’m wearing that shirt again.


nice girls now.


baja soft tacos addiction now over. still good just over it.


the fille is back.


next time i might not wear naked shirt on such a breezy day. shit’s goin’ down on wysteria lane.




retard in a box. i bought them new food and treats so now i am their lord for real. i will try not to let the power go to my head.