Scruff Life
This got a lot of views (for me) on twitter why do you think that is? I think it is because girls turn in to lesbians when they look at it and have to go back for a second look.
This night feels like ages ago. Live fast and document. I said that saying first. If it weren’t for photos I wouldn’t remember shit, maybe the bigger things but little things as in all the movies I watch in a week, couldn’t tell you more than a quarter of them. You do suffer memory booze loss, you do. But who needs to remember things? That is what blogs are for.
I look narcoleptic THAT’S BECAUSE I WAS. We were squabbling. If an experience like this gets ruined for me ever again there will be hell to pay, or instead of paying for Casie at Love a Heart you can pay for Heaven instead, me. heheh. Can’t wait going to be a rager.
I am a keeper (hoarder) of things. These bootie shorts have seen me through thick and thin and are quite flattering too bad they say CELEBRATE VODKA on the ass. Hey do you want to sponsor various body parts of mine too? I wonder when it will happen that me Lauren O and Casie are walking around in Nascar multi-brand style bomber jackets.
I realized I will have to un-scruff it a bit more next brunch at brazenhead but what about the goodlife fitness jogging pants slob babies? Fuck them too at least I am wearing jeans and swarovski earrings. I mean AT LEAST.
I showed this to Lucas and he couldn’t remember which girl I got it off of. I saw it sticking out of a drawer and was like hey! This is SO more mine than it is yours dude she tried to stop me and no dice hehehh. I bet you forgot too Bechnique until you saw a picture of it right meow but it’s ok because I stole you too loser. What are you up to tonight, it’s Cougar Night!
We ignore this floor entirely and hang on the one below as this landing space seems to be a junk pile of various seasonal items. It would be a a neat working space some day when Teacher can take the first floor back from my controlling hands. Don’t put money on it.
I do a mirror skinny check and mentally tabulate how much garbage I can get away with eating in a day and the trick is to go to bed starving, if I can successfully avoid night time munchies I can eat twice the next day, big portions, maybe even carbs. I’ve written countless diet advice posts and you have seen me yo-yo to and fro so whatever jackasses say or think about my styles, they are wrong. Look at their thighs and look at mine. No one who is chubby is allowed to tell you fuck all about food, alright? Alright. I am not being mean I am just being helpful and at the end of the day I get taken to task for everything, I don’t sugar coat or talk bullshit, you can trust and depend on my infinite wisdoms and if you need advice, yeah you can ask me.
Lotto and scratch tickets are the best and worst inventions ever. Keeps ‘em busy and dreamin’ the entire visit but then goes sour when the disappointment hits, which is why I got her Bailey’s.
Nice legs Tanya. Ooh and blog too! We will do that shoot together when you get back! Should I have my birthday party here? Duh!
Nice tuck.
Last night’s Siberian costume. The mirror upstairs was cleaned by me, this is not that mirror.
I looked super pale. I looked at my fingers in the bathroom of snack bar and never saw them so lacking in tan before, or any pigment. I try to avoid black because it makes you look older and paler but Teacher wore my other grey AA cardi he pretty much annexed and I am sick of figuring out winter outfits, the end of my winter styles is pure slob oriented as well as arrogance. I am so fine I can wear rags sewn together, if one relies on super cool fashion/style at all times, they are full of shit, lying, and over-compensating. Be comfortable and unique in your own skin and try standing out. Why are we most envious of natural beauty? Because dummy! If I were a contestant on Survivor my roots would grow out and I’d look like fraggle rock in seconds, I wouldn’t stop whining about it and then I’d get voted out. Someday in the future I will have natural hair colour again and it will rule and I will live in the sticks and eloquently complain about life there.
Anyway back to how pretty I find myself even when hung, very little sleep and, I must have put my eye spackle on right. Ps. I have a makeup give away coming up for the exact stuff I now exclusively use for warpaint and cannot live without and I will throw in a face buff scrub as well only because I love you and bribing you binds you TO ME FOREVER. Thank you Vasanti Cosmetics for helping me maintain the pretty I can never go back to Smaybelline ever again (only for mascara) and I am eagerly awaiting (desperately) my third tube of Vasanti V1 – yes I am that white and it still makes me a little bit Jersey Shore which I don’t mind because tanning season is right around the corner and it gives me a bit of a tint without having to tan my face and therefore age it. My mom says I have good skin because I never tanned my face thanks be to warpaint whore paint makeup shotgunning it for life. Yes I have natural beauty but I prefer to be camera ready always and even though our pretty milkmaid girlfriends look great in cable-knits and wellies on the farm, it doesn’t always translate well in photos with all those blue European veins bulging out of their temples and under eyes. Am I right? Always.
I felt bad when we bullied Janet about this cake being made of marzipan, then I had a taste and went oh, not marzipan. When I hang around my mother I turn in to a jerk.
Tassimo addiction or should I say, Crackimo? And hells yeah check them empties, how else do you get through winter, knitting? Pfft. This is many week’s worth collection I ain’t no Bukowski (but a Kerouac haha).
This resto ignored me on twitter and their server was annoying and bad so they are on the shit list for awhile, too bad, love a lot of their menu. Date night was also ruined by a friend who was going to meet up so we waited then, nothing. So naturally, we turned on each other oh joy!
I dressed like a Date Matriarch. I stuff my hair towels in to that rack, I want to redo this bathroom seeing as I photograph myself in this mirror all the time, needs more oomph.
Pizza I designed, haha designed is my word but it’s funny “designing” it online and adding more toppings and you have a pizza pie cartoon and the pizza toppings grow and grow like a a very shitty video game that you pay for and then turns in to reality that you eat! In that case Dominos is one of my favourite video games to play and one time we went to dominoes and started filling out all these pop-up contest surveys HAHAHAHAH and thankfully I stopped at credit card information. Sometimes smart people do stupid things. It is getting scarily closer to ALLTIMES. We still make fun of me for that.
This bitch just turned 35. I will look like Gargamel by the time I get there I hate you. I think all the snakes you ate in Texas did some magic on you after all.
I have to wrap this up I have a business meeting to get to and to see the golden dildo, find out who won, get back here and ready for COUGCRAWL 2012.
Happeh Birthgay best friend toilet paper!
We miss you already :(.
Bad photo quality but I wanted to get my skinny times. I am sorry if this is touted as clogging up the internets but I wasn’t aware that we were the only three bloggers with cellphones good looks and internet connections sidled by panache, talent, and creativity. Were you born yesterday and learned about self photo pride, go back to Myspace lady and you know what, anyone on this planet who doesn’t account for their time on it by marking it down and capturing their hard work, interests and style, is a fucking idiot. You make a living writing about people doing other things instead of doing things yourself. How unremarkable your footprint on this earth shall be.
It looks like the future the next day but it is still just as tasty. Teacher consumed 97% of it, I had 3%. White chocolate is still my favoured flavour mmmm.
Had one the day of this event and it saved me from food poisoning but unfortunately there would have been a lawsuit if I pointed fingers but is that not the duty of the media to report and investigate and also, where in the fuck is MY hush money then? I know a lot of people got sick and I demand answers because had I have taken my mom and Lois they definitely would have been sick too and then it would be ugly.
Colleague had his camera so my ass was covered but he doesn’t know intuitively what I am thinking all the time or ever so I like to take back ups.
My teeniness in reflection was astounding me, bordering on self obsession or am I not just a reflection of other’s obsession bordering on me?
Almost wore my batgirl liquid leather dress but glad that I didn’t. The cottonheads would get whiplash and fainting spells.
Sorry if this was boring or annoyed you, I wanted to post snack bar pics but they’re on teacher’s phone. I had to eat an entire scotch egg because he is such a finicky eater, likewise the steak tartare. He can do oysters now thankfully.
See how she leaves her phone everywhere? I don’t have the attention span to put things down, I learned that during xmas shopping mania so don’t do it.
My head is too tiny for these big shades now announcing to the world, “doesn’t look good” on the other side of them. But I did a whole photoshoot this day so we know that wasn’t the case.
Drumsticks take forever and everything gets burned off so you have to reapply jerk sauce (we have 10 different bottles of it) but the chicken turns out uber-succulent
Space improvisation.
If I cut this, it will frey right?
Wonder what these evil bitches are up to now.
haha…I remember you thieving that shirt. it wasnt in a drawer (don’t have em) it was right on top of all my shit. didnt want it. thank god I got a reason for it to walk in to your arms. I miss you toilet paper best friend! hope to see you soon.
i reject reality and rewrite my own oops! xoxo
fair enough. xo
Glad to see someone else hangs on to their underwear with words on the ass from a bajliion years ago.
your turn now then!
Raccoon Sweater! Need Need Need!
Youuuu vixen, teasing me with that beautiful raccoon top… No but for real – jackets imminent. I’ll tattoo a logo on my forehead if it gets me enough cash and looks cute. True story.
Tomorrow, you coming out? YES. YYEYSYSYYSYSSS
your raccoon sweater reminds me of the jil sander picasso top
lauren are they reduced now? I want the deer sweater!
you sound like someone with an eating disorder. all you ever talk about these days is your weight. get over it, nobody cares about that shit! is that really all your life’s about now?
If that was all that was in my photo round ups and felt like talking about at the time then sorry to say yes it is. Something about it bugs you and that’s why I talk about it. You are the one who should get over it. Dancers are body image obsessed, so are bloggers, and all women. It is payback for all the times they called me fat. I know it pisses them (you) off so I do it and hope that everyone else with a brain gets that and just skirts over it. My blog is for teenage slobs anyway so consider that too. A slob’s dream life of eating crap in jogging pants and watching stoner movies and then partying and being a fucking late 20 year old so lay off me.
listen man, i’m a woman and a blogger and i’m not body image obsessed. i’m 5’6″, 112 lbs, i look great, exercise every day and eat whatever i want most of the time. but worrying about my body takes up like 1/100th of my daily thoughts. you look great good for you, stop talking about it cause it sounds desperate and insecure. be confident instead. people notice shit like that without you pointing it out every second sentence. and for the record, you were never fat. you should image search “fat” to see some really fat people.
cool
you do sound body obsessed and i dont fucking talk about it daily. chill guy i already have a shrink thank yew!
Worrying about her body only takes up 1/100th of her time because worrying about your body is taking up the other 99/100ths. Obsessive!
why are you so fucking unpleasant? it was just a friendly nudge to say ‘lay off the weight talk, your life’s more interesting than that’. ugh what’s the point of talking to you if you’re so defensive. carry on, have fun!
It is sometimes a bit uncomfortable how much you discuss it. But it’s your thing so it’s your business. I just sometimes worry how normal sized or overweight girls feel when you call yourself fat. I know you’re not trying to be a role model but girls do look up to you.
and how do you know im not? its my blog and i say what stupid crap i want on it and people like it or still read it after eleven years. i dont tell you guys to shut the fuck up on your blogs and i also didn’t ask for your input, MOREOVER, you don’t always have to give input. im already over it and a fat blob on the couch end of discussion this is boring now, it was interesting before when i made it interesting and now you are dragging it out. women ask me fore diet/health/fitness advice and have for years, look at women’s mags, good grief people. and “ughugh” exactly this is a fucking journal and i write down thoughts and i move on from them, that is healthy and there was absolutely NOTHING friendly about your “nudge” and you know it. i am done with your shit today thanks for adding more annoyance to my life. why am I so unpleasant? You’re the fucking unpleasant jerks, this is a dictatorship not an after school daycare. Go talk to an actual anorexic now or for the billionth time GLOSS OVER IT.
blergh you rule as uje.
Wow if people don’t want to read Raymi’s thoughts then don’t read her blog. Just because you’re thin doesn’t mean you don’t worry about what you look like.
Moving on, one of my favorite pair of underwear says “I’m blogging thing.” I really need to wear them more and then get to some flashing.
im blogging thing? hahaha how beguiling. people want to know my thoughts on everything and obvs the weight thing strikes nerves. deal with it. i have an upcoming burlesque show too, and a tiny dress to stay small for. I should censor myself on my own blog? Eat it. High five Ginny and Happy Birthday tomorrow. 28 is a great age!
This is why I should not comment after a few beers ha I meant to type “I’m blogging this”. Oops.
you get so defensive whenever anyone criticizes you, for example, that gianni person was way nicer than me about it and you bit his/her head off anyway. defensive people are insecure and it’s fucking boring. next
im blogging this makes way more sense. IM BLOGGING THIS GINNY!
i was biting both your heads off and telling you to shut the fuck up, the topic is closed and no, it’s not on to personal attacks about my person now either, i don’t fight with anonymous people, it’s an unfair fight so STOP already you’ve had enough time to spin your little boring game.
i talk about being skinny, we got that. i talk about food, for many years, i talk about my looks and clothes and everything me-oriented. this isn’t being defensive either, it’s addressing points that you brought up my god your standards are just oh so high how will i ever live up to them “ughghugh”? if it’s so boring why won’t you drop it and go away? you are full of shit, dont irritate me on my weekend thank you. or ever.
it’s because they don’t understand you, raymi. that’s why. they are the ones getting defensive.
agreed. im sure they are fuck ups in certain areas of their own lives and as if i’d ever stoop and say something about it. or care.
Okay I pissed you off, but I really wasn’t trying to. I apologize, but you say you want comments on your blog. You are being you and I was being me. I thought we might have a discussion on whether or not you consider yourself a role model and if so, how body image plays into that if at all. I don’t want to anger you, but I am honestly asking if you only want people to comment if they are praising you. I am not saying that aggressive criticism is okay because it’s not. But sometimes isn’t it good to discuss different perspectives or to examine how you are perceived in a number of different ways. I think allowing that kind of discourse shows how complex and interesting you are…
And aren’t we all fuck ups in certain areas of our lives?
comments are a privilege and apparently so are manners. i didn’t get in to this to defend my honour all the time or life choices but nail on the head with the aggro critiques there, you also forgot straight up abuse though. I have zero tolerance for it on my baby, this blog. Bitches who deign to harass me here have another thing coming. I am an animal rights activist one reason being because humans have let me down plenty, you think you are making progress by giving me a what-for and it does nothing but make me despise people more so.
I banned your co-hort and she came back to abuse me more what the fuck does that show for humanity? Disgusted everyday I open my email and comments, severely and seriously, you have some nerve with your bastardized aggressive criticisms do you know how hard my life is? No you don’t. How do you expect a role model to react to blistering bashings exactly? The mistake was expecting anything period of me, you want a role model (yes which I know I am but certainly not under your rules/guidelines fucking assholes) under the guise of trying to school me about my body issues and then this nothing of a human bitch switch-hits her focus on to my age/looks. I have no respect for people because of people like this, anonymous cowards that they are, infiltrating my world that I share out of the goodness of my heart and time, that I’ve turned in to a business and what thanks do I get for it after pioneering a bloggy movement and inspiring copius scores of girls and women to be themselves, let their freak flags fly? bags of burning dog shit in my comments by the half of my readership that are so very sad on a saturday night they can’t think of anything better to do than to torment a blogger who lives her life to the fullest constantly, and then shares it with you warts and all and you beat her down more, god forbid she be arrogant and conceited sometime instead of being a shy passive aggressive beta girl wallflower. Would you read a blog by a girl like that, yeah maybe when you had time before a nap. But mine? Daily. You MAKE TIME for it.
Sincerely bitch cunt face I just banned for the second time now, get a life, get your own identity, and get lost. Friday night, Saturday morning and now Saturday night once you found a new ip renewal address that wasn’t banned, you came here again. If you must spread your hater filth from here on in it’s going to have to be on a media outlet or your own blog that no one else reads or cares about. You have not earned any respect or rights here, so stop bothering.
gianni this tirade isn’t sorely directed at you. it got too analytically insulting and i’m not an insect so people have to offer a little more if they’re actually keen on a discussion here and not simply just attacking me, unlike my new hater friend who hopefully does not come back again because I don’t give fifth chances after a barrage of shit like that and nobody should. Time officially OFFICIALLY wasted now.
Right. Don’t bother banning me. I won’t be commenting again.
huuuh am i the bitch cunt face you’re referring to? i’m sorry i hurt your feelings! seriously. i don’t have a filter. i criticize. but if you’re trying to live a public life, out of the “goodness of your heart” or whatever the motive is, people like me are gonna come and ask you uncomfortable questions. not because i’m an asshole but because i disagree with you and i’m going to voice it as long as you encourage any sort of discourse here. all i wanted to say is that i think it’s tacky and obvious when people brag. you look great – whatever, leave it at that. take some flattering pictures, post them and move on. that’s all i meant, end of story. please don’t make it into something else. sorry for getting bitchy but i get annoyed with sob stories and defensiveness. i can’t help it. i think you’re great and your writing used to be brave and inspiring but lately it’s all product placement and body issues. fuck that shit. remember this http://rocketpack.org/raymi-cunt_trumpet_music.html ???? so much better, funnier. dunno man, maybe you’re right and i shouldn’t expect anything. but with everything you build yourself up to be, that’s kind of paradoxical don’t you think?
peace
Seriously, you in that red & black outfit – traffic stopping and heart breaker!
I don’t enjoy being online bullied. I was actually keen on a discussion with you but it’s the rotten apple who ruined that so sorry it got ugly.
Thank you Roshan
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You accuse me of being defensive a billion times because I defend myself. your relentlessness is tiring. i have earned the right to dumb it down and be body proud for the insurmountable fucking time and it is winter, I am just trying to get through it. I didn’t know I had writing assignments to hand in to you. some days i will write something amazing some days not. This is my platform and I am the boss. Don’t fuck with nature just let it be or I am going to start leaving judgmental comments on everyone’s blogs like it’s 2005 and stop having a life too! “ughughh” when you piss someone off about their lifestyle, they react. It’s called cause and effect. I have been effecting for eleven years hardcore, bullied and attacked for everything and my patience is done with it. Everything I am doing whether agreed with or not, is working here. High traffic, high rank, big following. I know what I am doing. I get extra body dysmorphic closer to a burlesque show. Seen?
re: bitch cunt face – I was referring to another one perhaps or it was you who then started attacking my age/looks? Doesn’t matter you are all the same to me if you’re anon and attempting to bully me. I don’t want your poison I have enough already.
You know you only have – if you actually do – high traffic cause people check in to make fun of you with their friends right?
I’ve seen it, plenty. Some, SOME, people know who you are and you’re an enormous joke. You’re like the Pizza Pizza of Toronto blogs. No one likes it, it’s totally cheap crap, but people get it once in awhile cause they’re bored (hungry) and it’s always. Right. There.
But no one in their right mind genuinely likes it.
All I got out of that was I’ve seen it, plenty. Thanks for sharing. Blushing. Flattered.
Also if I’m so non-threatening why do people even care? Why do you? Why is it so necessary to attack me, oh right, because I am unique and make waves, extraordinary and your scores of bored and boring people, are ordinary.
Second place does suck I guess.
ugh and sam smith i know its you now. loser you are obsessed with me so much its flattering, you need to get new hobbies other than stalking girls on the internet with huge fanbases. if i knew it was you i wouldn’t have engaged, you knew that and so you come back as anonymous to continuously torment me. Is the picture of you being sick loud and clear yet? YOU ARE DISTURBED AND DISTURBING ME.