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Blame it on the Raymes. No, please don’t.

New polish means all the things in your house that matches it come out of the woodwork mantel to pose. I ain’t complaining boo!

Then I hated myself for not posing them all together and I still do.

I’m going to do my toes yellow today. Nails I’ll do the same maybe kind of insanely distracting.

Brunch stomachs don’t lie! BAHAHHAHAHHA take it away Shakira.

What’s in the cup? Vodka and coconut water and lots of ice. I dare Lady Garbage to try and drink my night time water glass now. Can you imagine if she could drink from a straw? Do you know the can you imagine game we invented at ikea that made some woman make a funny face at us? If you don’t have a pre-ikea cocktail then that shit is not happening bro, intolerable.

Nowhere nearly as pretty out today. Pray for a nice weekend.

Be careful about drunk shopping though because not all purchases are winners. Baby plates, teach? Seriously? I eat way more than those tiny dividers allow can you imagine piling a bunch of spaghetti on those. Wait I can’t eat this until my mom cuts it up.

I showed this photo infinity times on Saturday because I was so jacked to see blackberry swag finally. Too bad it’s erasers though, who uses pencils anymore it’s all digital. So blackberry for you right, so it makes sense. Good weapons though I am so throwing one at someone’s head like a bouncy ball.

This picture made me hungry. That’s all it takes. Like a spring breeze can give guys wood. Ahuhhuhuhuhuh Butthead laugh, you said wood.

Now that I am old and skinny(ish) I have a facial line dimple that makes me look adorablah if I so happen to need to look adorablah which is ALWAYS.

I’ll book a salon visit for next week so they can see what I’ve done to myself. They all dig it so far so that’s a relief.

Love this daybed.

This roof is going to be lots nicer looking come weekend and we can get rid of those sad dead little Tim Burton trees.

Suckin’ it in massively here then collapsed in to a Peter griffin blob in to the lounger ahhhhhhhh.

When I am making those lips in pictures it’s from letting air escape out of my mouth from holding my breath (sucking it in) in pictures for so long so now you know. I do it when I’m nervous at an event to keep from passing out when we’re all being photographed together or I spy dagger eyes all around me but still have to pose for a picture. Party girl shit is work bro.

Brunch loophole. Irish fry is served all day and that gorgeous patio in the sun I thought back fondly on this meal all day long afterward, still am.

Even though I looked like a total slob and there were put together “guess their sport” groups of people all around us. I got a bit burned I think from the sun then I went up to the roof for more once I bought SPF sport spray sunblock. Do you play sports? No, but I use their sunscreen. I feel guilty even when I buy sport tampons too like I am lying to them and they know it HAHAHAHa so stupid right. I think “dancing in my living room” counts as a sport. I have a tampon plate at Rebecca’s by the way. She doesn’t use them. Or anything. She holds and releases. YOU CAN PUKE NOW. She has an art show in 2 months it would be a perfect opportunity to come out and ask her all about it. You know I’ll be there, come for the Rebecca stay for the Raymi.

There we go reasonably pulled together.

This was Saturday. I’m going to be wearing a lot of emerald green now that I’m a redhead. And green eye makeup. Maybe I will befriend a leprechaun too.

I did the I’m so excited aerobics speedy dance move she does in the movie wearing this at Salvador Darling btw. No one got it. No one ever does.

Okay this loser needs a shower now take care now bye bye then. Tons more to look forward to on this here blog thing coming up. Big tings I tells you! Also last night’s party shots and the after party and the after after party haha.

ps. we were on Epilogger today. That means something according to Jules.

Speaking of her I still gots to post scenes from the new babyland dance floor. Can’t now foodie biz meeting to shower for, hope they feed me. I will sit there like Weekend at Bernies ahaha jokes. Peace out -BigRed.

2 thoughts on “Blame it on the Raymes. No, please don’t.

  1. thongs make every girl look stoopid and unflattering.
    they are like the chalk screeching across the blackboard of the female body.
    like a measuring ruler for all the stupid men across the globe to try to accurately judge what a hot body is.
    an artistic abortion.
    an attempt to suck away the smart males last bit of imagination, cause everyone knows, your brain hurts less when you don’t have to brain power away that extra 30 square inches of fabric.
    a look the stupid girls convinced the smart girls was hot.
    etc.
    etc.

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