remind me to make fun of the guy who was sitting beside sarah. SO ANNOYING. sarah spied on all his notes too. he wrote that women were weird and all the information he retained from this panel was pure bullshit. he took his shoes off, did stretches, made a lot of attention-seeking noises it made my skin crawl so bad.
no time for deets now but i learned how to write a kicka$$ proposal. it was kind of a being john malkovich moment, surreal, v in-tune with what i am obviously already doing and it motivated me to be more professional.
and i am glad i was sitting on the floor, it was better for my attention deficit disorder.
these are envirobags ADORABLE!
if i could wrap my arms around it i would have picked it up and i’m saying it cos i’m not sure if it was a dude or a chick, as the teddy bear spokesmodel had a girl voice which i found very endearing and like GO WOMYN you know? also i watched SNL in bed last night and saw a california raisin exactly like this and was like ok time for bed i’m hallucinating real life on tv now.
lisa is the greatest i am really glad we had this opportunity to connect as well as with all the other womens omg i am getting misty eyed. strung out sunday much haha.
marco han’t emailed me yet.
it smells. it smells like i could get a lot of money for it haha. ok gotta run to the jewelry store now so excited. the ford picnic was a blast. tell you all about it later. love you san diego.
charmed him, actually made marco laugh. he asked what my accent was. everything else i am savouring for myself and the twenty women i will be addressing at dinner haha. what happens at blogher stays at blogher.
this was so fun we razzed the hell out of each other total strangers, all making self pitches and bonding meanwhile MARCO FUCKING PIERRE WHITE is doting all the hell over us me. he asked if i liked risotto al dente and i said no because it expands in your stomach and makes you all bloated (the ONE thing i know about risotto) that’s when i broke him AND i cornered him about making gordon ramsay cry. he goes, he made HIMSELF cry bahaha and that it was a long time ago. i need to go into journalism. someone needs to scoop this free agent before it’s too late nahmean.
nothing i do is creepy. everything i do is fabulous.
friggin’ piping hot and now i am full how am i gonna eat?
creep meme begins. i was too shy to ask for a photo during this and i was booze sweating profusely, faint, dizzy and charlie sheen level bipolar delirious = networking gold.
marco and i made this together it was like ghost except nowhere near first base. maybe in our heads.
i have a hundred more various versions of this.
then i met the famous swiffer guy.
and i sat on the throne. oh yeah when i posed with a california raisin i hugged it then asked if i could pick it (them) up. no way i coulda done it.
ready for my next customer, marco, don’t lose my card. his assistant minder could tell i was cruising him hard i was half smooth, blatant, retarded, demure, stupid, charming, confusing, rude, in short, perfect.
and my room looks like the tickle trunk. is that a crystal missing already or just a bad angle?
worst coffee but i am growing fond of our bodega so whatever. i see people with starbucks cups but so far haven’t spotted my sbucks friends yet. ok i gotta go. running out of little black dresses. went to a great panel this afternoon tell you about it later.
sarah blue. awesome blogher cohort. we walked into the bodega and a comatose statue of a dude goes, are you twins? uh maybe if you bothered to look us in our faces you’d know the answer to that.
went with it though.
i just bought batteries for my camera and this is where it went down, garbage deco.
there’s my palm trees. gaga for them.
the trek to and fro the convention centre. v close to our hotel. lots of walking. great for the gams.
so that’s downtown san diego proper, the gaslamp district. hotel mecca. tourist gong show holy ground.
we walked in and i said it’s like the home show except shit i actually want.
the girl crawl begins. that’s dee in the maxi dress and this is a terrible picture the old man was too busy talking to me about the cracked lcd than to bother doing a bloody good job haha whoops some hung rage just slipped out.
this chick rules. snarky. 13 year old boy sense of humour. has one signature slutty dance move. we’ve been making fun of each other nonstop BONUS we are a trio as her bestie michelle touched down, who i am also in love with now too.
button making!
this is where it got NC-17. just kidz. ha. kidding. omg is this thing on? tap tap.
i’ma stalk that mawfu-a likea panther in the amazon FOR HOURS.
marco trained gordon ramsay and allegedly was the only person to make him cry now, as i have a hard-on for that guy (and anthony bourdain, jamie kennedy, etc) and scary mean dickheads, i have to meet him. i already feel myself chickening out right now though.
mojitos mo problems. i put back two.
have twilight nerds lightened up on the pattinson thing? just look at his face would ya here you delusional twits, also, look how old we look compared to that lesbian beside me.
we partied with the chicks of this stall later in the night, bumped into them at the unicorn party that we didn’t go into because michelle didn’t have her badge and the door guy was a rude prick to us i started crying pointed at my face and said look into my face YOU RUINED MY NIGHT hahah. 70% of the time during a confrontation i get super emotional if i KNOW we are being wronged. michelle was starving, she just flew in, didn’t get her badge in time we tried it was closed and he was so so diva rude. meanwhile a fucking rave was going on behind his head it looked so fun so i stormed in and got michelle three hot dogs a bag of popcorn a big pretzel bag of peanuts a piece of cake and a mustard plus ketchup packet and waltzed on by in my dress, which was actually a shirt and michelle said i love everything about you. i said look dude i have to be in that party right now but i am not ditching my girl here so thank you for that. ughhhsblfhjulsdbiu;B! there was nothing kumbaya about him which is likely why he was chosen to be door duty, to take the wrath of gatecrashers. fort knox here ladies don’t forget your badges.
teen spending, that’s a problem? how about stop giving your kids credit cards or money? that’s retarded and backward i love it!
my niece loves taylor swift. i do too.
there was a time when we had a few cut outs gracing our ecclectic wayne’s world basement where all the kids would come hang and get smoked by me on nintendo, they came from queen video. we had austin powers, steve martin in his silver disco jacket from that televangelist movie he starred in unless i am hallucinating this. we have pictures of them i’ll find them, or my dad can cos they’re at his house. so funny though. we are a film buff family and favoured customers so we called dibs on all their promotional movie crap and THAT is why the independent vendors should always be patronized and shown love, plus we had a family account and i could rent anything i wanted. we had the tommy boy one of david spade and chris farley too. it seemed normal?
my favourite stall. those jars are filled with advil and other women problems-aiding items haha. i am going to raid everything today.
love this. creepy abandoned titanic feeling, or no, the poseidon adventure. i do not exist in reality, i reject yours and choose hollywood’s.
like being in a ship.
how darling is that, intentional?
i know right? dreamy!
thank god there is food everywhere to keep the traveling booze show alive and for once i’m not the only ring leader phewf.
gorge evening.
beauty. why am i blogging through a luncheon right now so stupid. it is my compulsion to do so.
this is torturing me.
i just pout scowled at myself in the mirror over this one.
gorgeous outfits everywhere, lots of fashions, these girls sure turned it out. oh and ps. thanks for everything ford this has been such a peach. tomorrow at the picnic donna said she’d drive my sexy ass around. i can’t wait to introduce her and her gaggle to my coug crew, awesome worlds colliding, such positive female role models and i realized last night that i never really got along with girls my own age, it’s always younger or older, wonder why that is. older women check you while women your own age do it behind your back. Buncha see you next Tuesdays. donna how was dinner?
my mom’s posse last night at the jazz fest. see? they totally belong here.
modern spaceship bocc basil and tomato bites on focc i think. bocc focc do you even know what the hell i am talking about anymore?
like, totally.
sigh. those ships.
mom is that her?
this daddy woody allen look-a-like blogger was milling about so we fucked with him a bit. super lovely guy i’ll go fish out his card, i gave him a 5 minute serious blog consult in between razzing him about not having his wedding ring on, dee loved it and i said i am SO my mother’s daughter haha oh god.
i waved at him across the way cos i wanted to be on camera and then he like, stops filming ha.
checked out the view a lot. great reception.
that woman was lining up mojitos. i lost track. actually if i listed every alcoholic beverage i consumed yesterday the intervention party would begin immediately instead of tomorrow night here. tickets are $25 bitch say what i do not buy tickets. nuh uh.
my profound inspiration i guess that’s why this blog either sucks or is mega-awesome. hay-o.
very cute party branding. seeing the word blog everywhere made me very happy.
there’s my girl hi donna!
i party stalked the woman in the purple maxi dress a bit, with a baby pink pashmina so fabulous.
ha.
dude. bad pose. so awkward. if i sat you’d have seen my underwear which dee said happened to katy perry. i haven’t been up on my sesame street i’ll have to google that one.
what is this now hall of shame reject photo pile? yup.
oh hi there who’re your friends?
happy women make the world go round.
i think they put out more too. i just made that up.
fabulous blogher babe. go big, wear that dress, amiright? she said she kept being stopped about it.
don’t pass up an opp to flatter and compliment. positivity spreads.
sarah lives in philly, is from calgary, as is michelle. i should bone up on some jokes before i catch up with them.
i wonder what ridiculous outfit i should create for today.
giddy-uppa. pre-drank supplies. we did not get those shots ugh the last time i did those i punched my brother in the head with a left hook. he totally deserved it though.
costume change!
sarah said this is disgusting. sounds like tramp talk to me. booze whip cream. can i bring these home? should i?
STAY CLASSY SAN DIEGO. i wanna watch ron burgundy SO EFFING BAD. we’ve been making nonstop references.
her view.
oh wow look in the mini mirror it’s my teeth biohazard warning bottoms upside down.
awaiting michelle’s arrival.
holy lesbo seduction set-up gahaa.
funnest hotel.
look tarek! i guess that means this leather tone is chic yeah? my clutch goes missing like a chameleon on that thing.
don’t even start on the courtney love thing i am just waiting for these locks to grow to my belly button and then no one will f with me ever again. this one guy called me courtney all night long and i wasn’t even that much of a shit show. it’s ok, one woman yelled at me I LOVE YOUR HAIR! or your hair is awesome so that set me straight for the next 24 hours.
i will be looking back on this experience super fondly and so totally will be saying yes if i am invited back again next year. maybe do a talk?
til then, village of the damned out. adios muchachos.
heehee. i got a pic with elmo and cookie monster on the steps too.
look! i am going to sign up to cook with him tomorrow! SO starstruck. foodie idol. i kept it cool to the mommies but yeah, omgz.
the word BLOG is everywhere it’s incredible and makes me happy.
we were to write what inspires us. i also added on another part of the wall A REALLY GOOD LAY but my picture of it is too shitty to bother posting.
wearing this to the sparkle unicorn party tonight. it’s a shirt. a small. was steph’s. i am being coerced into wearing it. pre-drinking right now in my room with some chicks, pre-drink vortex nahmean? i’m like can we get the fuck out of here yet? they’re like yeah then we just take longer haha.
i’ll just have to be careful with my dance moves.
michelle and sarah right now. k bye! loving this!!
once i claw my way through this post and jetlag and nil sleep and head to the convention centre i am comin’ right back here though the poolgrounds of the marriott are just as sumptuous as the hotel we stayed at in miami (loew’s holla!) so maybe i can pool rat there too? we’ll see.
it’s a great little pool, sleek.
kinda wanna snag one of those pool houses. bet my mom is salivating right now. speaking of she wants me to track down some blogher she reads and is obsessed with which is like finding a needle in a stack of estrogen needles. tell her to find me mom i’m busy too.
you make friends fast down there. lots of partiers. one guy told me that people in san diego are friendlier than los angeles people. I see it. I’ve lived in LA and i didn’t find anyone to be mean to me (though I was looney tunes at the time so i didn’t notice) there but here for sure, super nice. really really like this place or maybe it’s cos i am only meeting drunk happy-go-luckys on bachelor party benders. one guy was hiccupping throughout our entire conversation hahaha.
in like a lamb, leave like a lion. I will give you something to stare at, no worries. these bottoms show butt cleave and i am v self conscious of it (and everything) plus it’s the suit that a dude referred to me as hippy in so it’s tainted but i rocked it.
how much do i belong in vegas? everyone in the hot tub laughed at me cos i said i had never been. so i am from this strange place called canada and i party but tame party. i fucked with them a bit, why not.
one guy became my buddy straight off the bat and bought me a greyhound then i told him all of my secrets ahhaha. when we were getting out of the van i said i can’t wait to get drunk and tell all of my secrets and erica says you don’t need to be drunk for that. that’s classic vj talk. it was funny. i like vacation secrets. a woman divulged to me last night a whopper from her painful past, this is quite the bonding experience and i am loving it. i told her i was proud of her progress and other platitudes, long story short, violent abusive ex husband NOT COOL. plus she is a blogger and was like, i can’t write about this, totally understood. then a dude innocently crossed our path and i go look there’s a man KILL HIM. hahaha.
want.
i can see britt wearing this. too bad i don’t steal.
on sunday this will be full of people, must rsvp. i wanted to show off my arm to these young dudes but i was too shy, and late. what if i pitched it over the side of the building hahahaha.
then i got lost cos i went up from the pool bank of elevators and then tried my room key on erica’s room and thought my keys became de-magentized like at the marriott a few weeks ago but no, idiot, it’s cos that’s not your room. then i went to the wrong hotel for the canadian party. believe it or not i DO have a very high iq or at least at one point in time i did.
love that my sink is open-concept.
slowest moving train ever i followed a guy across the tracks, two people can’t get hit at once i figured, he looks like he knows what he’s doing then i barked in his ear i’m following you! and he’s like, ??? keep forgetting canadians are a bit more, naive? then all three guys driving the train or up in the front whistled at me and i waved and they went EVEN SLOWER then i beat it out of there cos it was getting cuckoo and i was alone and late late late.
i just ordered a mimosa from the concierge, which turned into breakfast. brown toast eggs and bacon. i need fuel. my camera batteries are dead too maybe they can send those up. just kidding i’ll go find a pharmacy.
i wonder if i will sync up my cycle to 400 other women now. isn’t that bizarre how that happens? i guess we really are witches after all. mystical.
nice volcom sticker touch. you know you’re in cali when… i saw a california license plate on my way back to the hotel last night and i beamed drunkenly at it. what a dork. two men were like, we were going to catcall you but we figured we shouldn’t you look very beautiful though. thanks i said and strutted on by then bumped into gobs of young teenily-dressed drunk chicks coming out of my hotel, off to ivy. where i heard the party scene carries on? that’s the place?
i almost knocked this over and the statue of liberty one i accidentally licked EW.
i ate a huge pile of meat smothered in green salsa, what’s that stuff called?
little hip urban lisa and i had a fabulous night i loved catching the end of the party and seeing all the buzzed bloghers, i swear to god we are this close to a kumbaya busting out.
loved this wallpaper. take advantage of settings always.
this is actually true.
i am grossed out by this here but positively loving it.
push it over!
i gatecrashed the 3M party. if you don’t rsvp all you have to do is tower over them and say I AM WHAT I SAY I AM while pressing your card into their hand. she removed some of my drink button tickets from my lei. joke’s on her i was already plastered hahaha.
then this really sweet ludacris lookalike brand new event staffing hiree was like, i have no idea what i’m supposed to do here. he was shadowing the weakest link in the staff so lisa and i told him to just, stand around and be ready to do something? he’s like so, my job is to just talk to you ladies? yeah pretty much. you’re gonna be a step-and-fetch and then sometimes they’ll give you “important” duties. the dumber guy comes over and says DUDE can you WORK before you get us BOTH fired? that was lisa and i’s cue to split. oh and all of these drinks were strong. be cautious canucks, they don’t measure here.
we became muriel’s wedding. hysterical.
this is about the time the secrets came out.
the ludacris guy stole me a lei too cos at the door he saw i was getting ripped off. the pr girl stared and stared at us and i go dude do NOT pass me that right now hahaha. i gave both leis away to lesbians at the queer party, one girl came up to me all dancey smiley to see if i was a lipstick lesbian or not (so am) but we were leaving. it took me a minute to get lisa’s lei off her chair for some reason it was wedged into the crevice of the seat. i walked up to that lesbo, lei’d her and said i have to go but i want you to get lei’d tonight and her gaggle swooned. it was an epic ray liotta moment for your hero, i assure you. i made lisa drag (ha!) me out of there before i could turn into a predator. the drag kings were beginning to look like viable candidates to me.
lobster dumplings.
rob of 3m is awesome. then i said another classic raymi thing, didja know that the monkee who wears the hat’s mom invented post it notes? no wait, it was white-out nevermind. people are like what? monkees?
oh great order, flickr.
i wonder if he was just some rando guy who works at the hotel? was he even canadian? lolz.
ew. actually licking it here. i wanted to take a bite out (i wouldn’t have swallowed) of it so everyone would see a bite mark today. thought better of it. lisa said it was likely all covered in glue anyway, good point.
i am taller, she’s on a podium.
alright these are so out of order now. i dumped that martini all over my foot.
leslie, are you having regrets in not joining me yet? kristin (who made this)’s hair is amazing. i bet she’s not expecting me to link her, remember, or care, well guess what? FULL care.
there’s a saucier version of this pic.
do not do this. grass skirts and fire pits are not your friends.
ESTROGEN JUNGLE. ohh that reminds me, on the plane i was reading about shark week and they featured a few survivor dudes and one guy’s scariest near death experience was being stalked by a jaguar FOR HOURS in the amazon. holy freaky talk about no chance for rest.
tasty foodz urrywhere.
the gays get down. solid time. i don’t know why but this photo makes me want to do the sprinkler.
what a world we live in, so progressive and gluten fancy free. back in the day you were lucky if ya got meat with your potatoes never mind allergy sensitive, is what some old grouch would say. this was jerk chicken.
you are not allowed to look prettier than me or have better makeup application. i tried to give him my lei and he was like, no you keep it hahaha. you’re terrible muriel.
this was beautiful. rolling in the deep. i am happy for adele that she’s a drag icon and i will never ever ever tire of this song. never.
quite theatrical. why don’t straight people have lip syncing performances?
oh yes come to mama.
is there another ‘mo party tonight? lisa knows everything i will ask her.
baby’s arm thick. ew sorry!
lighting is everything at these parties. lisa kept saying “well-lit” when she meant too bright, re; another party hall we walked in on prior to this. she dj’s weddings so she knows these things see i told you she knows everything.
it was pandemonium, then we danced. see the lei on her chair? she wedged it down even further than that. i gave my purple one to a nice lady at the table that we crashed. i like how i think i am a robin hood when blasted.
i’m trying to think of a joke involving the arrow and her mouth but, i guess it’s not necessary, the picture does the work for me.
i was about to be pulling a big lebowski so i left this here for safe housekeeping.
happiness prickled me here by this license plate. the little things eh. savour them.
at night the concierge looks like a nightclub!
you cannot help but be anything short of fabulous while standing there meanwhile i was creepin’ in the shadows snapping pics.
another lennon masterpiece. i touched the sides of the plastic just to see how easy it would be to nick it. not possible but makes you think you could. to think john lennon had that blank sheet in his hands and drew that stupid sketch.
“Enjoy your life.” I said to myself as i shuffled through the air canada snake to the front of the line with my big-ass suitcase and carry-on laptop bag, “Stop worrying about the future, status quo, and who hates me cos THIS is it. You’re doing IT. Right now! You’re blonde, petite again finally, everyone is anxiously rubbernecking you in line, who is that girl? Someone clearly, something? Should I wait until my next ever-elusive big break to enjoy an all-expenses paid trip to San Diego, California on Ford’s dime for a Blogher convention, an unbelievable opportunity (to break out internationally no doubt and at the very least, to network my balls off at round-the-clock parties, galas, talks, and various shindigs) and a fabulous quickie work/pleasure perk vacation. All I wished for when I got back from Miami early July was for more palm trees and then some dude writes with this amazing offer. Do I wanna Tijuana? (it’s so close) I do.
I am staying at the Hard Rock Hotel. So excited. I under-packed too if you can believe it. I found a gorgeous and massive pink sparkly swirled ring at the airport for $10 as well as travel insurance and $ exchange.
But anyway, it is my mission to make more of a concerted effort to enjoy my life. I find once August hits the general populous is a bit cuckoo from summer, summer blues? Summer’s almost over blues? For me its been nothing but the summer of raymi, I’ve done so much. I find it’s too easy to be consumed by anxiety, little life worries torment you. TWO YEAR PLAN has been my mantra for the past however many months and what does that even mean? I just imagine this arbitrary block of time that represents 2 years til 3-0 and I should really stop thinking that way, it’s negative and so what? Thirty? Pfft. This I can safely say from my 1.5 year’s junior footing on the right side of thirty. People have been calling me old since I was 22, to be frank. To rob a girl of years she hasn’t lived yet is desperate. You had those years already, lived them, now let her come to live hers on her own time and means. You in your way, me in mine.
I just read an inspirational missive bequeathed by one Lady Gaga regarding fame, “Stay true to your fucking self, no matter what show no sign of pain, no sign of weakness, no sign of apology for who you are. Be yourself. This is who I am.”
We have weaker moments when sticks and stones do seem to break our bones. I exhaust myself sometimes by how much I can let a nasty rumour about my person sting. I have tread through hell and back again with slander, harassment, you name it. But I am still me. I am still completely at home with my nudity and swat away crude hypocritical commentary about my persona or public displays of counter-culture hooliganism. You won’t? Well, I will. Don’t cry about it. You love Lady Gaga, she is ridiculous, awing and extreme and I don’t hold a candle to her hi-jinx, I’d like to but I’m a bit more realistic in my freak show limitations.
I think because of the internet people found it was ok to access and fuck with you, but, it’s NOT ok. If you surpass these people you had witty innocent banter with years ago, they turn on you. But not all of them. I have so many amazing readers, loyal little raymis, bosom buddies, confidantes, fans turned pals who have been watching all along.
Blah out of the darkness dude lets keep it bright.
Tonight is a Canadian party hosted by one of the cult-like mommy blogger enterprises, I’m sitting in the very last row of the plane (booked my flight v last minute and it totally shows) behind them all with their laptops open so I opened mine just to look busy. One blogher (no beef she’s awesome!) right off the bat made a comment about my nipples. Poor form I felt but I went along with it as I always do, it’s the go-to first impression chat topic which forces me to self-deprecate. Maybe having tits on my business card at an all women’s blogher convention was uh, a little bit oblivious of me but no, fuck that, I am taking heed of Gaga’s advice. This is who I am. “It’s so not a big deal” I thought to myself, “until you make one of it, tits no big deal.”
I am not turning my back on breasts, I don’t care how small mine are. When I first ever boldly decided to show them I was 19 years old. It kind of went with the times, the underground grime of the various scenes I flirted in. The sex industry, pre-hipster mods and misfits. ZERO of these women in the row ahead of me’s jobs existed back when I was bare-chested blogging, let alone more than half, I’d even wager 4/5 of this weekend’s blogher convention yet, why am I playing shy quiet mouse? (well, I am pretty shy) I have seniority here. It’s cos of my tits. No one likes me cos of my tits. No one has ever liked me cos of my tits. But why do they read me then? I refuse this alleged trainwreck label being the reason cos trust me, I have seen plenty trainwrecks and an outright trainwreck doesn’t represent multi-brands annually. It’s my tits. It’s always been my tits.
I staunchly believe that if women could keep their desk jobs they’d show their tits too. Not all women wedge themselves deeply in to the corporate arena so that they are pigeonholed conservative eternal disapproving lip pursers and inversely, not all corporate hardworking drone women loathe me either. How can you pick up your copies of Cosmo rag with blazing hot models in lingerie and fill out your stupid quizzes and utter expletives under your breath when you log on to my scene? Have we not established over a decade ago that I am not a square peg nor ever will be? You can’t look away from “the trainwreck”? Man that’s some locomotive engineer, what great mastery over this train off the rails, going over ten years strong now too. Still hasn’t crashed. 11 years in November.
In short, I didn’t think people would become so addicted like they did or that I’d become complacent with it, and lazy.
These various (“multi-threat talents” as my buddy tyler stewart refers to them by cough cough namedrop cough) skills I possess draw a crowd, in the beginning it was men, but then the women, the smarter of the sexes, caught on and started taking notes and now I’m sitting a billion miles up in the air over Flagstaff pretending to be sheepish over tits on a female centaur (satyr?) image that I appropriated from the internet that I (pretend) cannot wait to run out of so that I can design a new TIT FREE batch of cards.
I am not turning my back on tits, or sex, or, anything I believe in ever. I do reserve the right to augment my choices in life (like saying I’d never go blonde and cavort as a trophy lol) however. I do not think showing my tits or amazingly toned body (that I literally worked my ass off hard to achieve) is that big a deal and the reaction from the planet to a girl, a real life ordinary human girl’s decision to become as famous a blogger as possible and have the right to bare boobs, only tells me that it is my fucking duty to keep at’er. When life gives me a shitty hand, I play better. I also feel we are born to be what we end up being and it reveals itself to you as you go along, some have the realization sooner than others.
I love talking and writing and I’m smart enough to know that a stressed-out greasy ponytail will never sell a book that will take me far too long to write and oh, what’s this now, I like carrying the gritty arty warped erotic amateur self-taught photography torch? If my perception of art makes me a trainwreck then you sir are a fucking idiot.
I just don’t understand the logic here because if other bloggers can preach branding and methods, for ex: mommy blogging or tech, which by the way I someday will rule as one myself, a mommy blogger that is, and I make no arguments about that whatsoever, but why do I get thrown under the slutbus and I don’t even address my branding or sneaky ulterior motives? My branding is ME and if you refute that then you refute ME. It always comes passively too, it comes as an, “I heard you…” instead of the truth which is “I have my own internet connection and I saw for myself raymi, YOU, show YOUR tits.” If we want to sit around crucifying my boring tits and put feminism back a couple decades, fine, but then that gives me the right to bash your bullshit blog bandwagon gimmickry too then which is likely just a watered-down imitation version of my blog anyway.
I am a trailblazer. A pioneer. I was here first and I will probably be here last. Something profound like that.
xox your pal raymi
see ya at the pool!
Just about an hour ago. Ecstatic. Look it’s Erica Ehm! I still sort of sound like I have marbles in my mouth when I talk to her but I think she understands the raymi. She said I am not typical and when I sent her my inaugural fangirling email I said I was going to stare holes into her head like I had staring problems. She did not reply to that email hahaha. I followed that up with how every guy friend I have’s only message to her (upon hearing about this convention) was that they jerked off to her in the 80’s/90’s. Even better thanks friends for helping me look so fucking good all the time jesus. I think she was flattered by it though. You know I have tourette’s and zero filter (thanks mom).
When I check out I’m going to punch this glass window. I can outrun them easily.
You get to choose your favoured music for your room so I said GANGSTER RAP PLEASE. No just kidding, indie will be fine thank you. I am funny.
My delicious spicy shrimp from last night was a fun airport experience once I got through customs. Steph I soaked that shirt right through with sweat I thought I might have a seizure from dehydration. Had an epic one when I was a toddler, did I milk that story here yet? It was scary and thankfully I do not have epilepsy. Epicilepsy. I was kept in hospital for two weeks for tests.
On our way up. Erica’s room is right across from mine. I hope she doesn’t start thinking that I am for real for real obsessed with her. I’ve been spreading the raymi love around to all the mommy bloggers. They’re a pretty fun group and there’s a palpable wild side I can tell just waiting to come out. Erica said they’re all celebrating this convention and them-time. Maybe that’s why I was invited. Hmmm who is the most influential shit show animal house blogher to take with hmm lets see her, scanning blogrolls, newp boring, newp fake, hmm prissy, oh what is this raymi the minx blog…OH MY GOD! PERFECT!
I like to keep appearances as an organized princess.
It would be nice if they were like, now which rock god would you like to be hiding beneath the covers, all we have left this afternoon is Slash. I’LL TAKE HIM!
By the way I have a lot of freckles now.
I’m going to go for a wander now. Wish you were here! Sort of!
What should I wear tonight?
ps. my blue nail polish is BABY by Justin Bieber. cringe!
I brought the cream nu nappa version of my flower LONDON clutch AND I got the LYONS bag I coveted. Tarek totally told me I’d be getting it months ago, I forgot.
pre-roots garbage hair.
it’s gonna be a good fall. kind of a great double entendre eh.
new hot little clutch. brought it. my first clutch-clutch with no chain, though there’s hooks to affix a strap if you want. i’ll try to be a big girl and not do that. i’m a wimp sometimes.
I don’t know what this one is called but I love it so maybe THAT is what it’s called. Hi can I have the I love it that raymi has? kthxbai.
this one’s great cos it totally matches my hair.
ok I’m in San Diego what the crap am I doing on the internet?
1-3pm! 875 Eglinton Ave. W Maybe spot-a Raymi? At the Brand new Bathurst and Eglinton location of Yogurty’s! ENJOY!
Hi Little Raymis! Welcome to Yogurty’s, mecca of premiumlow-fat frozen yogurt.
Love it! Looking at one photo of myself I exclaimed LOVE IT without even noticing their branding. Double adorable.
GREAT design taste.
We begin the process. This was FUN. The variety of yogurt flavours to choose from is impressive and the thing about Yogurty’s is it’s an ice cream experience, but yogurt. One can barely tell the difference. It’s healthier, classier, just a good vibe all around. Could easily envision a day trip of kids taken here in-between party activities.
and so i dressed for a kindergarden birthday party heehee.
You start with one of these bad boys.
Ha I love watching me do stuff.
Started us both off with a chocolate base.
Banana split for colleague next and I had peanut butter.
I’ve always wanted to be an ice cream girl vendor of some sort. Pizza Hut dessert bar was the best idea they ever had.
I was goin’ bananas. ‘Cept on peanut butter.
That’s the base our Yogurty’s foundation was built upon. I, had a vision.
Toppings galore! This was dinner so I did not skimp on the toppings.
Mine won for being cheaper, came out to just over seven bucks. Colleague’s was over 8. He had lots of fruit. I plied his with those bubble tea balls. The toasted coconut i put on mine was SOOOO GOOD. I didn’t put any sauces on, no need, the yogurt is flavoured enough and I had the guilt bad. Also, happily, I am still a rake today so now we know we can live on yogurt for forever now. ps. they’re on twitter so follow follow if you want to swallow swallow.
Ohh, spooky arty.
Not a bad day at the office there eh bro.
I am SO elated no one bought these from my 10 year blog anniversary party. Raymi didn’t wear wedges then.
FROYO LOVE! who sang for your love, the yardbirds? man i miss mod club at lava lounge now THOSE were the days amiright? To be 19 ahhh.
So true. Two birds one stone girls night out, yogurt, cute facebook photo backdrop, rent a movie, have your time of the month. You’re welcome.
This was after I threw the last third of mine out so as to stop myself. I IMMEDIATELY regretted it.
Aaand there I am doing the deed.
I told you I only eat rainbows. Raymbo Bright.
My last bite swan song.
I colour co-ordinated/differentiated our spoons so that colleague wouldn’t die, he’s got a nut allergy and I had peanut butter as one of my flavours, then topped it off with red velvet. OMG YUM NOM NOM.
trying to discern what the bubble globules are. Delicious all the same.
In 1987, just when frozen yogurt arrived on the scene as a healthy alternative snack, the Yogurty’s concept was created in Toronto. It’s unique concept, featuring rich and creamy frozen yogurt that tastes like ice cream without the fat and fewer calories, was enjoyed by adults and kids alike. It soon became an international sensation with shops around the world. Yogurty’s etched it’s name as being the provider of premium frozen yogurt and today that reputation still stands.
Click to enlarge. They’re called popping Bobas. FUN! Filled with juice.
Not to mention are adorable.
You feel crazy by this point and totally stoked to taste your Frankenstein Yogurty creation.
I was very delighted and impressed with the quality of the joint, decor, atmosphere and overall experience and you will be too. Just look at the joy beatifically emanating from my golden cupcake self.
It’s brand new, so new they’re building new all around it. Summer is the season for construction. This Location is at 1703 Avenue Road 416.789.5005. You’ll love it!
