here are more of my grey dress going out photos. that was the best cheapest investment i ever made, in that dress. i have it in black too, britt gave it to me cos once she saw me in it she goes now i know what it is supposed to look like (fit body) i don’t want it which is hyperetarded of her to say cos her body has and always will be tinier and better than mine.
aaaand without further ado i bring you teacher’s heart attack in the making.
fat face looks younger but be careful how many drinks you throw back to fatten it up you don’t want to go into christina aguilera face bloat territory woah i was so going in that direction there for a spell. scared me.
me and christine. how far do we go back? since before twitter, her name is synonymous with spadina monologues i think she trickled in around the MG days? did you know christine also made her way onto a reality show on a tropical island to boss around men and it was broadcast in the uk or something? huge. ask her about it. maybe that’s why she does that british accent voice? (stop doing that sorry ilu but be you) anyway i love this broad and am proud she’s a lifer like me, it’s good to see her face in the scene.
where do i start on this girl, well lets see, mine was the first blog she ever read so i guess i paved the crazy blogway for her, she probably learned how to walk because of me too. we have a good time together even though all her girlfriends are ice queens to me and i take it out on her via text and we don’t hang that often cos we’re both super busy but when we make time it’s the best (bad girl secrets) time, which will be tonight.
and the best thing about casie is that there are two casies. it blew me away when she told me about how mean and catty girls were two these two growing up, competitive nasty chicks, like calling up men’s wives and lying about casie to them just to cause mad drama. not cool. anyway this is jenie, casie’s sister fyi.
and that’s casie’s little kate who beelined me. i like when people get up in my face if they have good energy, it makes me a little shy and i say a lot of dumb shit but only because i am so flattered that we are both number one fans of me for that moment. i met adil’s (sorry name just slipped my mind) other part of mycitylives, chick’s a sweetheart.
ok this post was probably the best post i ever wrote.
enter raymi’s experimental kitchen. what is it? go fuck yourself that’s what. (i am charlie cheen’s rage persona right now). it actually kind of came out horrible as teacher suggested adding mustard. wrong. it was fine as is.
tomorrow i’m checking out the new echo beach at molson amphitheatre for robyn. big primpin is also going on. going to be interesting. go summr best summer ever!
i went out as a shithead. when we slinked off to sneaky dee’s secretly not 30 seconds after the teacher went to the bathroom did a young dude buy me a drank. still got it.
blog slave came by to help me prepare for something i am nervous about doing later. i am fine, just nervous adrenaline. it’s for my book. my hair is a disaster. bye! foxfire tonight at wrongbar.
ok i just figured out who the slammer of the door here is (not purposeful door slamming, just drafts) and it’s the new young mother next door. why do i feel bad about lecturing her on door etiquette just cos she’s a new mother? eff that, learn how to open and close doors like a human being not a childish monster. i just threw a shirt on inside out cos i’m pmstress rage to go down and confront, listened and waited and sure enough another slam right from next door so now i know it’s her. UGHHHHHHHHHH. i will simmer in rage until that baby is a toddler then it’s go time.
i only make mention of it cos this happens EVERYDAY at the same time, probably post baby stroller walk and all the loading/unloading of that crap up the stairs however, why should your motherhood interfere with my studies (jerking off, etc) right? if it were the other naybe i’d spare no seconds in a hey what’s up STOP DOING THAT mention (no i wouldn’t cos they’re already trying to be nice to us with a wine bottle cos of their dog through the deck fence trying to attack stella, meanwhile she is just at fault)(really it’s cos they fight and yell like mental and the chick is trying to buy our love and cancel out her evil, not gonna work, you’re a trollop) yet when i go down there to finally man-up and deal with it diplomatically (dressed like dazed and confused’s simone) i wimp out because i picture baby mobiles and difficult quintuplets all crying and diaper mountains then i just got over it, but i know it will piss me off again tomorrow at the same f–ing time so what to do? i think i’m passed the age of passive aggressive notes and this wasn’t even a thing til i sat down and started blogging it ok anyway hello hi folks nice to see you on my blog today. haha.
one because we look like total c*nts (i have captioned this photo as such in my facebook profile pics)(one of several hundred of them hah) and two because i am a size zero. oh look i’m also wearing a jumper.
check all my swarovski decadence! i was comparing my jems to keshia’s heart necklace and f–k that broad is teeny weeny eh? adorable and like, could totally just put her in a sack and walk her out the back, i know revival’s entire floorplan thanks to burlesque hahah anywaaaaay… did i spell her name right?
beauty youthifying photo trick, eyelashes down, face downward but the apples of face to camera, if you can appropriate some sun that would be hella wicked too. hang your ass out the side of a red convertible.
also check that out woah.
here i am in oxford (17) not knowing shit about posing in photos. this is what we call real person posing, except wacky, i did wacky, that’s all i knew.
here’s a bit of slutty. that’s warwick castle, what’s up!
i also always kind of wanted to be a teacher. NERD!
at fifteen.
sorry i’m lost in my archives i’m looking for something specific. it’s a nightmare in there.
ew. ok i give up. there’s this one photo where i look very similar to the one in shawn’s car up there. back on track now.
the spoons. more like the whos? blaha. sorry. when they finished no one clapped, someone had to MC a round of applause. i was too busy waiting for my pupils to dilate properly to the darkness of the daytime sunshine cavern what is revival. i couldn’t make out (recognize) zach and it pissed him off and he didn’t buy my story. i blank on people’s names and suffer mega social anxiety so when you are wearing a onesie and your ass is hanging out and everyone is staring at you hard cos you are raymitheminx sorry bro it’s not all about you right meow.
i made this moment happen and i dragged rannie‘s ass over to snap a photo. i should have been your point girl casie but i was too busy being a sucky pants. what happened to the fun time star glasses lulz? keshia said the pepsi throwback party was the number one trending topic last night on twitter. in the words of miley cyrus, that’s puh-ritty coool.
oh and in case you were wondering, this was a really good time. really really good time. dance party drank tix girl dance circles busting moves it was like heathers and high school musical and a great way to kick off summer it busted me right the eff out of my funk. i took 4 swag bags (teacher got one i am including that) and i handed them out on the way home, to the door girl i said I AM CASIE’S BEST FRIEND to get more bags SHE WOULD APPROVE OF THIS hahahah. bumped into fringe boy on his bike, gave him a pepsi bag. then brosz7 deeper into bellwoods park when i made time stop by my onesie and the sea of hipster blanket islands what a grass meat market that is. into it. the last pepsi bag was gifted to our server at watusi where i got wa-boozey cos it was dead and we were like one of two tables, no three. teacher says i made her night. i don’t want the pepsi can temptation around, the real sugar shot straight to my brains and stomach i am sure. i have a newd scene coming up remember.
I DON’T HAVE A NAME BECAUSE I BELONG TO RAYMI hah. no no not true. people know who i am there they can just see him beside me and then go oh, oh yeah. or have TEACHER. brock whispered all kinds of dirty shit to me about that like oh a teacher eh, i can only IMAGINE the things you two do together. i ******* to thinking about it blaha oh shut the **** up brock.
shrimp and wasabi ketchup. bomb. i said the word umeboshi (butter) in my head all night long i just should’ve gone with it it is SOOOO delicious but 3 bucks pricier.
i like these cos i sip them, drink slower, the compari is like a taste speedbump. i remember when i first ever tried it at the central, kamila made one i was like bleeeeeeech SICK.
at the last minute i gave in to my flower onesie desire and wore it anyway. i was wimping out. glad i didn’t. lots of girls recognized on the streets of toronto that this summer it’s bringing it time.
not really worth rehashing every little cut eye and nasty thing uttered (yes!) to/at me as we sauntered on home in the heat. like come on people were you not outside at all today? yes i am essentially wearing a bathingsuit that’s because i go sunstroke from the dog walk and squeezed into this size small jumper that somehow magically fits and with 6+ months of working out like a mental case, time to take this bod for a spin(ster).
true, my entire ass was hanging out but i don’t care, if your ass looks like that then it can hang out all it wants. what my body has anything to do with yours is a mystery, as in, not a mystery. don’t rain on my flower camel toe parade okay please.
and then a lesbo couple passing us on ossington, cute, shortish, feminine, you’d think they’d be all about it, then one whispers just as we are coming up to them BIG PUSSY. !!! there’s a chance she said good pussy but i doubt it. that’s dirty. first of all, i do NOT have a big pussy and there is no way it’d be possible to cram it in my onesie if so. look at the wiggle room (no room) down there.
ok over it i know i look good and made time stop in bellwoods and when i got fed up i brought it even more doing the model walk where you make sure your thighs don’t even touch (mine rarely do) and accentuate the gap. this all happened it isn’t just in my head.
when i was posing at casie’s party the photographer was like, do you do this? like red carpet he meant, cos you know all the poses and how to pose. hahaha. self taught baby!
