Sha la la la la la live for today
So after I got my hair did the day before Aruba I wanted to finally dash to Holt Renfrew and get a new bathing suit. After the stress of that I made a subconscious decision to carb my ass up for some reason, well, when I’m a high-functioning stress-case my metabolism kicks in to overdrive and I mangia mangia mangia.
I was pretty pumped. Like my pretty gums? What, I got nice gums too what can I say, good breeding. You’d buy me if I was a horse Rob says because I asked him what pedigree meant when we were discussing my lineage. Speaking of that guy, it’s his 40th bday jam tonight that I’ll roll in on after the Black Keys, 3 sheets to the wind. Wonder how many soldiers will still be standing at that point, care to wager Dbag? Ps. I got MTV Creeps spotted on this patio and it made me feel “so cool”.
These glasses are way bigger than the new jams I just bought I think a side by side picture comparison is how we can tell who cares really though my chest hurts. I had some cigarette drags last night (EW!) because I ran out of things to consume and you get ADD at the Drive-in right, that’s why suburban people get fat, the boredom. How do you even have time for eating when you can be internet-addicted instead? Boredom is the cause of a lot of the world’s problems, it’s only when I’m bored that I eat. The rest of the time is spent doing all kinds of activities, but you know me, I always end up eating eventually and then it’s an event, a spectacle.
I had pesto two times while in Aruba thanks to this. Once I get in a phase I kill it.
Jules pick out a Carole’s Cheesecake Cake please okay? Make sure Bech can eat it too.
A too expensive gorgeous dress. I have a shirt with the same print so it’s kind of like, why would I do that. When we were shopping here a woman recognized us and later on, weeks later at Cube she was like I saw you. So that feeling watched feeling was legit. I always feel it anyway though. You’re not supposed to say that as a “cewebrity” or any kind of -ity in Toronto but sorry yeah, I get noticed lots. Maybe it’s it the cray, or the, I don’t really know. It happens a lot in Yorkville though period, especially around film festival time. When I lived there I was like can I just go grocery shopping without a parade rubber-necking me (but secretly thoroughly LOVING it) and then you start to walk differently to encourage their thoughts. What is life but one big grand opportunity to fuck with everyone.
I was encouraged to not get this one, sacre bleu! I love it, woulda looked awesome in Aruba. Interesting tan lines.
Also dug this one, would have been a cool shirt. Summer feels almost already over waaah. My new bathing suits makes me feel stressed out and guilty.
As did this one for not getting it. Such a good deal too. Woulda been. I could only afford one.
I belong on a posh coin.
And the wiener of course.
One last look!
Wanted this dress super bad too.
Melodiva reunion!
The dance took control of me for a little bit, I didn’t want to create too much of a stir, just a little one. It wasn’t lost on me that I am still in Toronto and oh yeah, tone down the fun to a 6 from a 9 bro. Not tonight though I am going f#%$% apeshit. It’s been a long winter mes amis.
YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH BUDDY!
Thanks for the pics Jesse. More of doldrums + other dj-dudes here.
Oh hi there! On Sunday after I wrapped my tv show filming (last week was nuckin’ futs!) Raymbecca was fungry. Raymbeccsteva. Three’s Company. Whatever.
Then we felt like painting. And catching the rest of the sun off Bech‘s balcony. Which I’m going to do once I hit publish #internetaddict.
I was making super fugly faces for Raymbecca and making her laugh like she just ate a cray-o-lay combo. It’s the family fugly face we do all the time ahahah.
I turned into a painting hog but then we all chilled out and talked about it and then I shared.
What is this the artist? Yes? I haven’t seen it yet but something tells me the no-talking is going to get on my nerves or I will talk the whole way through instead and get on Steve‘s nerves. CAN’T WAIT.
You are being spied on.
It was a long ass week and we got through it bubby!
We broke up one of Bech’s key chains of skull charms and each took one because why the hell else not?
It’s ten times more retarded looking since this I know you saw already okay goodbye.
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Steve McQueen is the man
. Click and hover over it to Like it for me, thank you very much.This one I call FANTASY underwater world secret life.
Cheeky kitty Oh you no I’s all about the cutesy and the pinks and the cats.
This LOVE ME TIL I’M ME AGAIN piece I took a photo of at Brassaii then put on tumblr went viral, it’s got over 50k reblogs and notes and sum shit and it’s call cos-a me. ‘spect! I bet you can get more likes than me.
Peace. -RTM
Today’s blog post title comes from this jam. Heed its meaning, you know I sure do.
(This blog post was edited using Coors Light Ice T. Burp. Summer of Raymi).
I love you and your blahhhg it lifts me out of my blaah, Jules looks simply glowing, Bechmeister keepin’ it reals as always & The Raymster, well you are the shiniest star, you are.
Oh Anne. Any time you need a Raymescape you call me!