Sleepin’ in the shanty of a brand new girl

Whattagwan ready for some tasty pics?

I got mad work to do if I’m going to be all fit and fab for my thirtieth. @_@ not to be a genius or anything but I don’t think bone marrow is very good for you.

These will be the ONLY TWO instagrammed photos of the post. Promise. I’m keeping it real no matter how I feel.

The east end is a nice little town. That it is.

This joint is a cross between Dick Tracy meets Great Gatsby. Everyone was dressed the part.

Yes I made up dickhead observations like usual but I was right and all in all it is a lovely joint with a great vibe and had a good time. Invented a new drinking game rapid fire resto naming and if the other dined there they got to go twice in a row eventually it gave way to just any fucking place in the city from diner to dive to all the upscale pretentious snooty awesome ones. I feel like foodies are huge prickheads myself included – sure sure $23 tobacco Manhattan (W.Lodge) lay it on me, right? Dickfaces who don’t care if they die tomorrow. I love it. Perfect place for you!

Apothecary bev called a Penicillin. Scotch-based. Lemon tart sweet and medicinal in taste. Raymbooze approved. Scotch tastes like paint thinner to me and the lemon cuts through it nicely and there’s a zap of ginger too. Replete with garnish candy yum.

An old fascist. The names of these drinks definitely had a lot to do with why we came here. Place being Goods and Provisions.

Don’t prick your tongue with this bad ass metal toothpick like I did.

Do eat the korean fried chicken.

I should have warned you this post was going to be intense.


Then smoked ribs + a vielle carre. That’s that. Mi gone. Mi dun wid yuh. xoxo Workout tonight.

If you lived here you’d be home by now

It was super foggy out last night so it was a little difficult capturing all the cray in its true essence glory and splendor. I feel like the owner of this house would really enjoy watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre, like every remake. Just a hunch. Have a nice lunch!



I’m getting full uniforms, in every size. Being me rules sometimes. Does this mean I can just walk in to any hooters pick up a pitcher and pour it in to my mouth? YES. Try and stop me. Take orders for tables and ahh I’m going to have fun with this. I even get the shoes and the weird socks and panty hose too. If you have not been paying close attention then you won’t know that in life all weird things lead to even stranger things so just roll with it and say yes when someone offers to print your brand name on their brand name.

One more thing, wanna come to this with us Feb 12?

Leave a vomment and you’ll be in the running for a pair of tickets. Last year’s event was a wild success. It’s a great opportunity to network, agency schmooze and champagne booze.

Now hump day it upppp buttercup.

Ah gad just wait’ll you see what I ate last night.

The diet starts today. And I feel like I’m getting sick again. This winter, I tell you.

Badass dream cameo

Hey Raymi,

You had a cameo in my dream last night, so I thought I’d say hi :-).

You were driving a purple rocket-powerd ice-cream monster truck with 2 GIGANTIC cotton candy cannons on the front. The cannons were shooting pink spun-sugar clouds all over pristine suburban neighborhood streets. You had comically and impossibly long fingernails, which u used as an excuse to not give any of the kids ice-cream (“I’m not gonna break a nail getting your dumb ass a bomb pop”). The cacophonous music that emanated from the massive “Fuck your ears” sound system, was an insanely loud and bass-heavy RZA remix of the ice-cream song.
Then the cops came. Sirens and lights from every direction. Coming for you.
You took off in a cartoon-like explosion, leaving nothing but a soft pink blanket of sugar, screeching smoking tire marks, and a conical flurry of exclaimation points.

Finally, LOUD construction from the building next to mine woke me up. I audibly exclaimed, “what the fucking fuck?!?!”

Kinda badass, right? But… uhhh… what the fucking fuck?

Hope all is well.

On a writing deadline right now so I’ll tell you my stupid shit later kay bye.

YEATS Motherf–er

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.



You’re just a capturer on a lonely chase.

On the one hand living on a life schedule to a completely different tune to everyone else is kind of thrilling, but it is stressful too because you’ve still got to adhere and play along, go along, clock in the next groundhog day, blog. People seem busy I feel so it’s okay to dip out in the winter months. I do get “online bullied” for my Nomadic Raymi lifestyle though. Half of me is like FUCK EVERYONE ELSE seriously I don’t feel blogligated to live like everyone else and be like everyone else and I never did, never will. It is mad frustrating moving around though, each day is different and I still have virtual obligations but I can leave my laptop behind and just “chill out” bro let it mellow, get to it later. It’s okay. You get antsy when you can’t write on keys at your modern type writer or regurgitate all the junk in your head and call it a blog post. You, go crazy. A lot of soul searching. You hang with your friends and you see men who don’t give a shit about you. I’m going to stop the latter. It doesn’t seem right to abuse my powers. Or test myself anymore. You fall out of love with everything. Yourself. Everything.

This was a decent affair though. The Glitzy Lips were super fun. I started off with the darker pink, then switched to lighter. They’re sending more colours. NICE.

Amazing skills.

Miss Lin!

Holly is adorable.

Have a great time in the Bahamas Tanya!

Closing time! We annihilated these because we were annihilated. Right Shannon? They’re only out for a limited time so I better go get a bag for dinner tonight I bet they don’t even fucking have them out here ugh.

Egg in a hole. Boom. Delish.

Pear spinach meh salad. It came with a copy of VICE magazine so you win some you lose some, you gain some.

I only wear black these days I am boring, beatnik, chic, hidden, ignored, it’s awesome.

Sunday deserves an award for how much we drank. This week is definitely drier I promise.

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