Here’s some behind the scenes photos from today’s work. We covered a lot of territory but who knows if what we shot was good? Awkward? Hotkward?
Oh what a day! My spine is in pain. I just massacred a burger at the grindhouse with my camera girl and PA took a cab home and put on my pajama clothes. One part pajama one part clothes. Heading over to Rebeccablah’s to watch creeps soon.
Sucks that on the way to my naybe territory I had to pass lots of shops of friend’s and whatnot, but too far out of the zone.
Ran in to so many people and turns out I am pretty famous after all *dusts shoulders off*. Everybody knows Raymi.
Sarah has her own section in this store. I’d never been in there before. I will go back to look at dresses for sure.
She made that shirt!
I talk with my hands. I talk a lot and pretty fast and I sound like a moron and I have verbal dyslexia.
Tom Cruise moment!
Ha.
I wanted to be part of the mural.
They were on their way to a call and too busy to wave to me. FINE!
I have known Kristin as long as I have known my dress. Magic Pony opened a new store in the Junction too. Well you don’t say!
I need to be nyan cat’d up on this thing. Dad don’t try to figure out what that means, the internet is a very stupid place and even seems foreign to me sometimes.
That green guy over there says food blog. Okay? The artist is David Burger-something. And he is a vegetarian.
At 416 Snack Bar. Any bar that has absinthe has Raymi.
I wore this dress in a music video before.
Alternating shoes and glasses.
H K Dizzle on the scene. She put me in my first movie. Well, she made it happen. Okay same thing.
Sidesaddle is how you ride Toronto.
Oopsy saucy baby.
Had a tequila at the ‘shoe to loosen up.
It was a fun time.
I played director too.
“Now get me taking money out.” It’s compelling shit!
Meowsers.
I made these girls blush and smile when I joked, oh ladies, come on. I like fucking with people and interacting on the street with strangers. Life is short, make people smile if you can.
Apron dress.
Roy Thomson Hall and I are both interesting shapes today!
Okay so fashion blogs are all the rage now I’ll give you some FASHION THEN. All the fashion you can take! This sweater I bought for $2 at a hippie garage sale off some beaten path or other. I was with Noel and someone else. I felt the granola hippie chick who sold it to me was a communist and that $2 was kinda steep. It originates from Old Navy? I could be wrong though. I wore it inside out for a brief period. It’s kind of a belly shirt and I wear it when I don’t give a FUCK! If you see a collared shirt poking out of it, you know I mean business. Or, I am wickedly hung and trying to mask the degeneracy.
My hair is even more faded than this, it’s quite the “look”. Multi-tonal shades of blond coming in. Rebecca yesterday said politely, “Do we need to buy you a box of hair dye?” haha. Ps look at my gigantic nailbeds. I think I was meant to be a boy, or I have more testosterone.
I like being both girly and tomboyish. Lawdy knows I am flat.
Two Fridays ago we got up to this.
Psycho face and my eye makeup was not blended properly. MEH! I’m going to wear that blue tee on camera today.
We have no storage space and I was getting tired of looking at the rolled up rug on the stairs so we leant it to Rebeccablah but it’s not as clean as this anymore I noticed!
All my shitty old clothes look like new clothes now that I have new hair yay new wardrobe!
If it doesn’t destroy my hair too much I’m going to copy this girl’s hair I saw in the dog park the other day. Keep ya posted. I need to book a salon visit.
This is called dancing. It’s not giving up it’s giving in!
Look it’s Scoobie BooBooDooDoo Doo!
Our little protege turned best friend little daughter.
This explains everything. Leila’s bf Damien looks like that Jesus. Exactly.
And this is how light it has faded to now. I dig it. I don’t care anymore it looks bananas and I am fine with that.
It’s so gorgeous up there I just went up and you will just not get anything done in going up to a rooftopia, I can’t see my laptop from sun glare.
Nice hammer pants.
I am a beast. Just get here already period. Actually today I’m pretty teeny. Maybe I am allergic to gluten or one of those made up allergies. Celiac?
Mother’s day traffic was cray.
It got chilly after the sun left and after my shower and after bathing in the sun, your skin gets goosefleshy warm chill shivers I feel like I am writing this blog for preschool level sometimes it’s just this never-ending dialogue from a fishbowl. Kind of like this.
.gif memes gotta love ‘em. There’s a tumblr blog for everything now.
What am I a surfer gangster? Yes, I am. This just made my twitter bg. I don’t know why I am being so meticulous about these shots I have way better ones on mystery camera I’m d/ling at the moment. I’ll throw some up at the top. I will try not to make you throw up though. No I’ll give them their own post kay good idea.
I don’t have much time anyway, gotta get ready for camera, working on a vlogvert for a client and it’s gorgeous out! Watch MTV tonight at 9:30 Canaduh. Creeps quarter finals airs, my episode we shot two weeks ago. Lets see how nice they are (they aren’t!) sorry for taking your stupid fucking show seriously. And yes, the gay guy bullies me. He projected his iciness on to me and “is their Simon Cowell”. I am accustom to straight bashing. And I was not at all nervous like I say I was. Apparently I am frosty. Good.
Had a lovely fun family filled weekend. Broke in the roof, ate lots of grub, drank lotsa dranks, good times.
Double aunt/uncs bday celebrations (plus Grandma RIP Sheila) it has always been tradition to have a big fete some point in May. It’s just party all the time ain’t it. No complaints here!
Aunt Alison has spent a time in Halifax so I bought her this necklace from Made you Look. Pretty decent!
Rog and Nance don’t do crosswords oh well, great posh regift or nice to have out on your desk to make you look sharp. Especially trying to do a crossword from the twenties, yeah right good luck with that slang poppycock!
Look how pumped she is.
My feet were sore as balls Saturday night. Thighs too. Eyes, pure bloodshot O_O we have many flights of stairs, I was on party auto pilot the whole time. We pulled it off!
Shawn liked my dirty comics (Perry Bible Fellowship, given to me from Rye) of course. He’s like yo go show dad this so he knows what I’m talking about hahah.
Didn’t get a chance to put up the decorations NO TIME NO TIME also look I haven’t mailed that painting yet. Do they have boxes at the post office for a canvas? They must. Yeah yeah I’ll mail it (hate myself).
The cats were well behaved. This morning I woke up to My Friend sitting on one of the chairs tucked beneath the roof table like it was a frigging indoor dining room, no care in the world. Had to wrestle her off a chair cushion. She likes to disappear sometimes.
The Model Railroad Club of Toronto was a great time. We had a little private party in the club room and got to wander around as we pleased, I LOVE group activities if people are going to get together. I learned so much, and rest assured ladies this is where your husbands are and not at “the ballet” ;).
Set in the fifties, this O Scale tiny town is a great escapist sight to see with a teeny plastic cup of champagne in your hand that helps shrink your troubles away. Oh so nostalgic. My dad’s trains are HO scale, tinier than this layout but he said now he gets why O scale is more prevalent, easier to see.
It looks very real. The dust and dirt lends a quality of realness absolutely. Or they just lazy.
I wonder if Mr. Rogers ever came here? The MRC, MRRC? MRCT? Urg. Anyway this dang club was founded in 1938 and has been rolling ever since. How many train puns did you make dad?
Reunion Station.
We brought the leftovers back to our place for more eating. We ate all day long and in to the night, jolly good.
I love all the politically incorrect dated ads of the fifties too, very cheeky, lots of little mysteries and mini dramas playing out in the towns across the landscape, all named after a deceased railroad club member in honorarium. Ain’t that sweet.
Oh hi there.
Sweet wave dad what is this Johnny Carson. Basically and always. We are the family that makes fun of each other constantly it’s a bonding thing. Shawn and I are pretty good at it. I am the best of course and don’t you worry little Raymi haters, I receive a double dose assault back.
Nice painting!
Ground control to Major Tom.
Don’t stress out now!
Mrs. Bunyan.
These two hadn’t seen each other in forty years, known each other for forty years?
Women are angry have a cigarette. I loved english media and disecting subliminal messages in advertisements, guess who was the top pupil in that class, naturally.
Home Hardware Pride! I gave five years of my life to this company and happy for it, I’m handy and competent with house hold know-how not that I flex these skills much anymore but I’m buildy if it ever requires DIY this that or other.
Is Tom Hanks in there catching Leonardo Di Caprio if he can?
I love that there’s random dudes filming totally un-filmworthy scenes everywhere. Action!
In a foxhole with my Dad and Dean (the club president).
I only had my cellphone in my pocket when we got this special treatment crawling beneath the track layout tour.
Oh look it’s my favourite tree. No really it is.
Some of the guys in this picture were milling about on Saturday. This scene is kinda F Scott Fitzgerald looking no? The orig Fritzhelder! HAha.
Mmmmm.
I was too hyper active and ADD to find any of these things. Next time though for sure. You can have a birthday party here for kids or just go by yourself, or become a member. My uncle seemed interested kind of, I think his layout was O scale too. Kind of a long drive from Ottawa though, as for me I live around the corner lol. I can picture a blogger group outing here easily, non-stop pics being taken.
Look out Tiny Town, run!
How many old fashioned movies does this make you think of?
Uber Canadian :).
Here’s the photo from the video shared below.
Now go check out the railroad club, pals!
Here’s an awesome ring.
And another.
Didn’t think my mom would like this modern key.
J’adore.
My delicious pop.
My delicious face.
My thinking about something delicious to eat. Okay I’ll stop now.
I like the smell in the bathroom of Habits, it’s of wood.
Parondez moi?
Adorablah right. It’s cheesy but whatever, my Little Raymis love me and I love them too. Buy me something stupid and I will wear it. Fact.
I’m having carpaccio next week. Stamped it. That’s how it’s made too! Zing.
Woodland Mushroom pasta for Woodland nymph that’s me. Maybe I’ll proceed on to my true calling of nymph cosplay, yeah? YEAH! What bitches hate elves? None.
Fried Oyster big fan here. I am looking forward to eating one of your friends next week. Fuck if I were an oyster I’d want to be put out of my misery, some are like straight up hocked loogies (sorry I know haha) and you’d wanna be that for life? Please, do me up gloriously and lay me out to lunch. That is an example of stand-up which has to be extremely offensive. Has to.
I’m making a kissy duck face at this picture right now.
Hot photographer walking. Sitting at my table, eating, from my plate drinking all my draaaanks. Welcome with open arms I’m an Alyssa fan!
Had a bang-up time. The girls thought we were going again yesterday, no no NEXT Thursday.
I caught you a delicious Bass! No really they did. I picked up its head, half spine up and tweedled it back and forth for Teacher with my fork and knife and started singing HELLO MY BABY HELLO MA HONEY HELLO MY RAG TIME GAAAAAAAAL then the neck snapped off and it went PLOP on to the plate. Yes I died laughing, Teacher was disgusted.
So dark. Hollandaise sauce, the steak mooed.
What is this Dark Shadows? It is now muthf-a!
What does not kill you only makes you stronger. Like food invented to kill you.
Designer straws. I drink coffee with a straw to protect my teeth as much as possible. I was torn between easter spring tones or these EMO looking things. I so love that everything in Ikea matches and we already had the candles in the cart plus black straws are cool for when you’re feeling Darth Vader or depressed. They’re half clear and solid block. Okay that is enough about my straws.
No just kidding. The purple one matched my juice drowned in vodka soda water. We were pre-gaming for The MES party ya mon time for some M.J. on this fri-day it’s a gorgeous one out there and I’m going to mellow yellow it so I don’t get freaked out about hostessing this weekend. I am excited and happy for it but a perfectionist when it comes to these things.
I look reedeekulous here haha but I kinda dig it?
I like the slanted mirrors for short peeps and peeps in wheelchairs, cos then you can go like this! I guess if I am looking up at it then I am short too? pfft! FT!
Went for a drink and a super late lunch with ang before he caught his train back to mtl.
Peace Rocketeer.
Kitchen wasn’t open at Brassaii yet so wee went here. Nice irish fries. I ate them like a raccoon and got drunk off 3/4 of a pint of beer. Tubulaaaar bro.
Nail model!
Pant hole watch 2012. I’m going to sew a trucker patch over it like hippies do with their pants.
I wiped out on my longboard wearing these and the knees didn’t even rip, they’re solid except for the mega hole which I believe begun from hiking them up all the time cos I’ve stretched them out and you know, it happens I guess.
He tried to convince me to add blue and I thought about Laura from ANTM who is ANNOYING but I think he meant baby blue or popsicle blue. No, I am already turning into Animal from the Muppets plus Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the spotless Mind. However, colour is in right now. I just want to go more vibrant red if anything. Clifford red. BRB with more.
I knew the photographer of this shot, he didn’t recognize me, I also shoved him out of our way at the check in table because I knew him I had to take my glasses off and go up to him afterward and make him look me in the face before he knew I was Raymi. I liked being incognito a little bit.
I’m drinkin’ all your drinks!
Super packed party, really was a nice time. Congrats Shawny I spot ya in the crowd! Where are the official party pics, on epilogger?
It had everything from massages to a slushy/ice cream truck, bull riding, photobooth, cotton candy, open bar drinks, food, tunes, it was brilliant and housed in the corus dream office facilities (with a slide!) such a great grand brand new venue we had a lot of fun and literally and got to be kids again for a night.
My tights matched my hair, I was a blob from pre-menses and bech was “on hers” and we squabbled all night long like a lesbo couple with all of the bickering and none of the sex. We got cut off at the fox cos we were all crazy yelling and I was like we aren’t drunk we’re just crazy. Casie’s crew of birthday revelers started it though and I think we got lumped in to that, no worries we just went up to her place and continued rollin’ up there.
Baby Jules did us proud on the bull.
So pretty and cute I want a picture with you.
And you too.
When genius nerds rule the world wicked things happen. You know how many people say WE SHOULD GET A SLIDE it takes a true visionary to just go and do it. Props.
Also awesome.
Hiya.
Beautiful roses everywhere it was such a lavish fancy affair very Shawn Hawaii essentially a representation of all the bells and whistles your event could have My Event Suite will help guide you through the stress of and tie up loose ends that go in to event planning, thank god for that. I’m going to use it one day. Mechanical bull? No contest.
Bathroom pics are stupid when you can…
red carpet it up son!
By the time I had the nerve to “consider” riding the bull it was being taken down aw shucks. I was a pussy this night, I’ll admit it. I wasn’t wearing underwear OKAY!
I can’t wait to go more vibrantly red with my tresses next dye.
That is the most dramatic rose I have ever seen. We forgot to do the smell the rose and throw it away dance move.
I threw petals on one of the girls when they were dancing with a guy it wasn’t as romantic as seen on tv cos the petals fall super fast without the aid of slow motion effect.
I love when dj’s lie to you about playing your song then play something a billion times more terrible. Play what the dancers want to hear or risk losing the dancers. Some passive aggressive dance tunes were played.
Went for a bev or two at C’est What since we were in the hood I love that place.
My barrette needed some re-clipping work.
Then the yay crays headed over to the pub. After hearing and reading all about it on Casie‘s blog it was neat to finally go there, it’s a nice little place I like it. Even if they cut us off, or maybe Kerry was lying. I tried to further investigate but they thought I might start a scene (I was too passive to care this evening so that would not have happened) so they formed a human barricade between us girls and the bar staff haha so smart!
Hey Dan!
Gee I wonder why they cut us off!
Jules sneer check, me total phoney, Rebecca, jury’s out okay lets go.
Cute! I was amazed this cake had been untouched and not sat on. Breakfast birthday cake is the best.
This photo probably would have been better without me in it lol.
Balloon head.
Why do I have to be the stupid one. Again. Don’t answer that!
Redemption!
The lights look like tiny little snowglobes.
Happy Birthday Ms. Stewart.
Then sexy business lady had a nice meeting at Mildred’s the next afternoon.
I enjoyed a delicious glass of pop. Poppity pop. I deserve pop. Trying to cut down on pop. One pop a day is not even enough, it’s bad how addicted I am to it now.
Sizzurp.
I look all nakes!
Can you guess why I started wearing my mary jane wedges again?
