Where was we now?

More scraps from the pieces of the times of my life. It’s the one year anniversary of this made with love bracelet. My how time flies. Breadcrumb.

Like a good little wiener I matched my jacket to my boarding pass wallet. Can’t wait to bust this coat out some more this winter/hate winter, so not looking forward to shivering. I am a sun baby, and, a baby.

The first call for tights was panic. I can never gauge whether there is a readily-available wearable hole-lessable pair. But there was, thank you whomever got me these. I have lots of tights fairies out there. My burlesque tickle trunk collection is a blur, a stocked “I own this?” blur. These are frenchspensive I presume and if they ever get a hole in them I am going to be quite upset.

I can’t have my falsey hair in all the time because it’s clip-in so only for special occasion event/engagements. Like Sunday at The Toronto Ski Show. If you’d like to see an Academy Award performance of Raymi the Ski Bunny I suggest you tag along there. I’ll be judging the Jib Jam competition for the three-thousandth time reminder. I will be judging based on best smile, LOL and most fluorescent pieces of flare.

More of these idiots. This is the one who cut my hands most of all while bathing her. They had poop-arse, a handful of them. So cute and lethal.

Listen up! Continue playing and having fun kittens. Good work. Full marks. Bet you didn’t see that coming.

The one with the eyes is the best. Always scared looking. I don’t think they ever close. It’s more socialized-seeming now, less face like that. Hard to tell it apart from the others wow I need a life.

Do you see how many there are here, one is totally camouflaged backwards into the eyes-one.

Okay we get it bye.

And then I was vamping in the Salvador Darling bathroom.

And then I got my best friend a diamond chunk of glass from the ground in Parkdale she felt like the bellest belle of P-Dizzle until we chucked it back on the ground because ew gross.

Always go with the ALT. Even though eating poached eggs can be a messy feat and always is you don’t get in a food coma from eating healthy brunch, avoid grease at all costs. No matter how hungover. Keep’er skinny, mini.

Then stupid threw a piece of bacon on my plate and stole my tomatoes and I was like why would you do that to me?

We walked up Ossington to check a place out that new one, with the yard in the front and the perfect yupster/hipster families in cable knit sweaters and Team Zissou hats? I will dine there another time. Cheap drinks at Lakeview called our names and Bech wanted to eat a salad.

Impressive. How do you even ride that?

Wine that I dig.

Some of how the weekend went based on the story going on in the buttons and this ring Rebecca made. When my nail polish chips my nails get longer because I avoid/ignore them.

My friend said these are not pedestrian pants, like, normal people pants? No shit! But thanks, I haven’t heard that term thrown out in awhile.

I cannot dance in those you have to have bare legs to use the poles so that will factor in to my costume idea. It will be a spooky kooky dance.

How do you get staples to stick to your skin?

One interview down, one to go PBE.

I, concur.

Waiting on the awesomest brunch selections ever what wrought insta-foodcomas upon us. I biked in my waffle shirt there and was sheathed in sweat I called that so I wore a tank undershirt and whatever it’s Sneaky Dee’s, guy.

Got back, tried to nap, watched tv, ate again, rinse repeat.

And then last night I had this. Welsh rarebit. My first time, quite lovely thanks Julie!

Mom said I was pale. Thanks mom! She thinks she sent me her photos already, ooh they’re here brb. Keep it real Raymiites.

Always ‘splainin’ somethin’.

There ya go. BYE NOW.