Who did that to you

Btw my bro is single – gotta be screened by my mum though.

“I’m sorry you have to work 3 jobs, cause your ugly.”

I wish you weren’t such a bitch Raymi.


And for future when quoting me please get it right. What I said was “I’m sorry you have to “work three jobs” because you are ugly.” We all know I would NEVER fuck that contraction up which again is another hallmark ploy of trolls too, dink. Commenting on the post period prolongs it, it was rhetorical and a true mean girl who is awesome at her craft wouldn’t acknowledge me period. You wish I weren’t a bitch? Well I wish I wasn’t being harassed every single day and forced to be bitchy. I think I’m pretty good about it and I’m glad I stand up for myself and completely within my rights of ridiculing this person for teasing me every day and trying to make me feel like shit because I’m not an over achiever, THAT is bitchy.

Oh and I also got a death threat yesterday too. This is what happens when I voice my feelings over being upset for constantly being attacked all the time? You hope I get eaten by a shark because I wrote a wicked blog post defending myself how, original? Well lucky for you the term of endearment in Aruba is Mi Dushi, my sweetheart, so maybe something cosmic will occur “Hope you meet a hungry shark on your trip, adios douche-complete!” SWEETHEART DOUCHEBAG bit of an oxymoron like you, constantly aggressively obsessively hating on me.

It really is quite phenomenal how intense people’s hatred for me is. Do people go around wishing death upon people when things don’t go their way, is that like, how you solve problems? Do you want everyone with strong opinions who voice them to die? How totally close-minded and simple of you. Like is this blog just nothing but a big pile of dog shit like me because I’m fucking gregarious and hilarious and snarky with a broad-reaching soapbox? I can’t seem to be able to do or say anything right apparently. You guys are fucking stupid and a waste of my time.Get your head out of your own asses and being jealous of my incredible spirit, dance moves, ability to see the world in a funny way and willingness to share these insane thoughts in an eloquent manner. I’m not hurting anybody. Every time you talk shit about me I win.

But, for every hater there are 50 lovers. Here’s a nice email I received last night too. It’s really kind of fucked up to ping pong between being adored and loathed it’s like the world is bipolar not just me.

Hi Raymi/Lauren,

I’m a long time reader, although I admit it’s been kind of on-and-off lately. I started reading your blog, wow, about 9 years ago I think. I really related to you because we are about the same age ( I turn 29 this year) and you seemed pretty cool, still do! (Just like me, obviously ;-P) Also I was obsessed with Matt Good at that time, which is how I found your blog originally. My email addresses over the years have been this one and also ************** or ********************. Haha yeah I got married and divorced.

Well I took some time off but I read you now once in a while and I’m really impressed and happy for you that you’re still blogging and defending what you want out of life and going for it. It’s fantastic! You look great and you seem like your really moving in the direction that you want to. It makes me amazingly happy to see people doing what they love, even if it can be a struggle at times!!

I’m from Vancouver & moved away for a while, but am living here once again.

Not to be completely creepy but I have your birthday in my birthday book… March 31st! Sounds like you are going someplace sunny. Enjoy!! I’m sure you’ll have an wicked tan that everyone will be jealous of when you get back.

All the best!!!

I am SO hanging out with this chick some day.

Long story short guys, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea but if you drink me it’s ok to have another sip. That’s a line from my next book that I am working on. Can you believe that our favourite hater says I’m never going to finish my book because I have no substance, or depth, forget the word she used but anyway I laughed about that for a week. You’d think this alleged magnificent sentient being would have the balls to say this to my face. To stand proud and brave in their excellence, and no doubt all over their blog which fuck, not gonna lie, I BET MUST BE INFUCKINGCREDIBLE. One day we’ll have answers I’m sure and I’m sure there won’t be any repercussions for our fearless gruesome troll cos nothing bad ever happens to bad people now does it.

Sorry for taking my travel anxiety out on the rest of you but I feel great when I get all my anger out plus it’s a good read hope you had some popcorn handy whilst settin on yer arse there baye. Big Brother Canada is on in 45 minutes can you imagine if I tried out for it like everybody wanted me to and I actually got in (in a failure’s not an option universe scenario) can you guess which person I’d be? Nevermind I don’t want my feelings hurt anymore so don’t go there.

I like to wake up and be in a dream.


Evan Desmarais i been bout this

Raymi Lauren White I have only watched half of it so far I hope it all works out in the end ahha and she doesnt die or something

Evan Desmarais oh buddy!

Evan Desmarais smoke a joint !

Raymi Lauren White Saucy as hell though!

Evan Desmarais watch the rest

Evan Desmarais it will blow your mind and enlighten

Raymi Lauren White 2:09

Raymi Lauren White omg i am clairvoyant.

Raymi Lauren White car hot box!

Evan Desmarais keep going

Evan Desmarais you won’t see this coming

Evan Desmarais wait till 3:30

Raymi Lauren White This is my favourite music video song and band right now. genius. i would blow all of them right fucking now.

Evan Desmarais wow didn’t think this comment thread end in you wanting to felate a band

Raymi Lauren White I had to stop and blog it. at 3:10

Raymi Lauren White I got baked just when i started watching it.

Evan Desmarais no no no 3:30!

Evan Desmarais you need to see 3:30 first

Raymi Lauren White takes me all day to watch something i have 5 browsers open

Raymi Lauren White woahhhhhhhhh O_O

Full thread if you actually care. Or are my FB buddy or a wizard who can read shit on FB even though you aren’t on it what who goes there. TGIF. I’m packing and being Craymi right now.

I know this world you don’t.

Hey blog readereenos. Lets be real now, how you doing? How’s winter? How’s work? How’s your overall quality of life? It’s hard getting through winter eh I think it must be for my hater because she will not leave me alone I speculate that my life must look easy to some? Like sorry you have to work so hard and I eat a lot of chocolate who cares maybe get a new hobby? I work a lot too you giant fucking asshole. And I started working on this work years ago so that I could sit on my ass for the rest of my life writing about myself, eternally. Stop telling me to grow up, why? Are you old as shit is that why my artiste lifestyle unhinges you so much? You must be ugly too, must! The insides of your core definitely are. Ew. It sickens me to even write about you. It is your goal in life to make me out to be as despicable as you feel, day in and out. Everything you say to me is a projection of your self’s reflection and I am tired of your abuse. I had a talk with the police yesterday about you. They called me. I would be afraid, you are being watched. They told me to tell you that.

So, no matter fucking what I post you chirp up about me FINE I will just continue on then pissing you off you sicko fuck. This is where I will be “growing up” turning 30 in Aruba next week. For two weeks. Enjoy your shitty cold temperature. I might go off the grid. Haha kidding there’s wifi at my house don’t worry about that. Yes, my house. For two weeks.

ANywhoooo. My insiders say STFU about you because I AM RAYMI THE MINX. If you have all these alleged jobs and glory why are you obsessing over me? You are a nothing. You are a liar. You wish you were me and “that is sad” but understandable. I mean, I’d totally wish to have cult following infamy too had I not I would SOOOOO want Playboy to recognize and admire and pay me for one. being hot and two. super fucking smart! I’d love to have the spotlight shined on me for years and years of hard work day in and out of blog influencing spin doctoring it girl WORK for telling stories about every goddamn thing and person I do for assholes at home to devour because I know they love it and I’m good at it I am not sorry for doing what I was born to do and doing it well I’m just sorry you can’t figure out how to shine in your own light and are so threatened by me and that you hide after all these years if you super fucking think you can stand toe-to-toe with me and the way I am living my life then why you hiding bro, if you REALLY were my foe and competition then come out with it and own it and lets fucking go, lets let them see who you are and then I will address the PAGES of queries and meticulous obsessive falsities you’ve trolled me with over the years you piece of loser shit. I’m sorry you have to “work three jobs” because you are ugly. I am sorry you are both 20 and 30 years old at the same time somehow and that a man comes and visits you once in awhile???? Like I asked for this information? Do you think I give a shit about you? Do you not have any real friends to tell this shit to? Do you want me to come and fuck you will that make you alright? I am sorry you are so drawn to me because obviously it repulses you this basketball diaries vortex you’re in I just hope I figure out who you are in time that you go full SWF on me.

I am a person afflicted with depression. I am a unique snowflake. I am one of those people. A rock star said that I have star quality. Fact. Many have, continue to. I am well-respected. I am a muse. People I don’t fuck who are more famous and successful adore me. Sorry to break it to you that for lack of a better term I’m, AWESOME. Do I fucking sound off about it every day like every other vapid diva blogger? NO. You clearly see it and that is why you are attempting so fastidiously to break me down. Cyber bullying is your method. Do you know that you have a mental illness? It is a fact that you have mental illness. Repeat that to yourself and work on it. The flow of your negativity ends with me I do not continue this abuse or deliver it to anybody else I do not torment haunt or stalk people, you are disgusting. You are watching someone live their life in the way that they have chosen in order to survive it and the only thing they are guilty of ever is sharing their life with the world. You’re so blindingly jealous of any and everything about me I really feel bad for you but only after I complete visualizing all the violent things I am going to do to you once I find you and before I hand you over to my cop friend. This isn’t a threat it’s a promise. You have ruined too many days of my life, you have harassed and hurt me and because I’m not someone of Julia Roberts a-list stature you are STILL HERE. If I had your identity, crissy, I’d have a restraining order on you. If I was Julia Roberts you’d be written about in US weekly.

Anyway, grown up or not, women journal. They blog. They diarize. Women elder than I adopted MY NICHE, mommy bloggers got on board, teenagers of course too, and that’s awesome because everybody is allowed to do it, to share their life to have differing opinions on shit and share them I never thought that my differing opinions would be so spectacularly horrifying to anger people so much but, that is the nature of the internet people have anger problems and they sound them off online and most without thinking first. I can handle “the haters” thing I get that not all are as mentally matured as I or you or him or that but this is beyond that at this point. This is one person targeting me this is irreversible rage this person will not stop or give up and I am not going to lose this battle until justice is served. I know the phone you use, your city, SO MANY IP addresses, and amount of times on my blog. When you are found, you are fucked. That is a promise.

What’s going to happen when I get into a relationship and have babies are you going to psycho harass me then too? Yeah no you have to end now. We are settling this shit once and for all. I don’t want you to be part of my life anymore. Sometimes life in itself is work you wouldn’t understand that because you’re trapped in a box. Well I am not. I have been trying to illustrate that to the fucking world for 12 years now apparently I HAVEN’T BEEN CLEAR ENOUGH.

Life is work because it just is. Even to vacation that is work. Planning it. Travel insurance, clothes. Accommodation. I have to listen to mom and Lois nag me day in and out leading up to it what to pack. Travel stress/anxiety. Whatever. I am tired of being made to feel guilty about the spoils I receive when I receive them I’m trying to celebrate my fucking life here good grief it’s my fucking birthday month and you will never be happy, if I’m working eight jobs or have 4 boyfriends if I am fat or if I’m thin YOU WILL NEVER BE HAPPY and that’s on you so keep it to yourself.

Look it’s lobster cobb salad! How infuriating! Write a paragraph about it fuckstain!

Standing in lamp light my mom’s idea holy shit do we ever need to grow up or what MAY DAY MAY DAY!!!! Can you pour me a glass of grow up or what please it’s an emergency.

Better sit down because OH SHIT here comes some self confidence now get a load of this I’m posting a selfie something I do a fraction of the amount of time that I used to and comparatively to the attention-seeking ways of my fellow blogging instagramming facebook REST OF THE FUCKING PLANET I hope someone’s there to pick up the pieces of you being blown through a wall over this smug hotel mirror shot and my boot on the toilet what? Oh no…

NOT INSTAGRAM! God fucking Christ NOT Instagram! Don’t take a family photo St. Patty’s Day keepsake like that now what nerve. Grow up and sit in front of an office desk with shuffled work papers on it instead of blogging photos of what you did on holiday like you haven’t been doing this for twelve years already like you just woke up and decided to be a blogger out of the blue something totally foreign like that and what are these words doing here while I’m at it what is this a fucking quippy anecdote or something are you trying to make me laugh here why are you still typing go grow up I SAID get thee to a boring life where we can’t see you or hear you because you make us irate stop telling us things and stuff about things stop daring stop deigning stop trying stop meow!

And now I’m going to organize my seasonal piles of clothing thank you for watching.

You have everything I don’t want

Hey guys spent the weekend realizing my dream of being a hotel mall rat it was awesome. Splurged on the fam-damily too since I’m stuck around them all the time anyway. Plus my bro never really lives it up like Tray Cray and I. We had my niece let ‘em live a little and it’s my birthday month, beginning of March break for the Hailster before we know it she’s going to be too cool for us. We stayed at the Sheraton and had a rockstar blast. I’ve stayed there many times before I have a lot of history with the big S haha and I breathed a sigh of relief when a ton of shit was forgotten off our bill at check-out.

We had girl’s night mom and I at Milestoners yesterday the first non-hotel meal I think? 4 Bellinis and 4 apps for 40 pretty deece and some personal water bottle vodky may or may not have made its way in to our glasses mom was like nobody cares don’t worry. It’s interesting hanging out with her because we constantly fight but we understand each other, are resigned to the lack of patience but just deal anyway I appreciate her more than she knows or will let her.

I love the underground PATH of Toronto. How you can avoid being cold can catch glimpses of the city’s underbelly these mini fast food places, this photo makes me happy because it is sad. It confirms the sadness I feel afflicted with day in and out. A hobo was sleeping off to the left I didn’t at first notice. I don’t think people should sweep homelessness under the rug ever. I appreciate everything in life that I have and I accept my shitty short comings. My mom’s compassion for the down-trodden is a huge inspiration to me. At first I felt it exploitative but now I see it as kind and honest.

It’s an eccentricity linked-to thing, I’ve inherited it too. Colourful people and life is what my decade-plus blog’s foundation is built upon. I believe in self-improvement and the nostalgia-effect of a hotel staged as backdrop to certain periods of my life is sentimental. Everyone has a favoured hotel with sentimental attachment. It can be a home away from home when away from home and the constant flow of strangers, travelers, each as intriguing as the last perhaps, always an exciting tale around every hallway corner or lobby shadow throw in a pool and let the games begin.

The bonus excitement of it being St. Pat’s weekend was palpable. It’s no mystery I adore escapism so this struck each glory nerve. I am super under-socialized, like always I feel no matter what the hell is going on in my life so it’s like going in to the belly of the attention beast trap. I dunno, people at fashion week for example in the phoney world of that might be accustom to forced socialized pressures of “an event” in a different way than one might at say a hotel lobby where people of all walks are being real, for real. I prefer real. It’s been said of me in photos at events that it’s strained and the look on my face is obvious, it doesn’t mean I don’t like being there I just don’t like certain people who act funky to me there like they know me, I prefer the anonymous kindness of strangers to the pretense of Oh, so you’re here faces.

My birthday falls on Easter this year. Whaddup JC.

I made it to the liqbo before it closed on Sunday at five through throngs of drunks cutting through the mall on their pub thrush breathers. I missioned it through the mall I wasn’t sure what our night plans were going to be but I wanted champers and vodky on standby just in case to avoid ordering room $ervice. Some rummies eyed my precious bag of booze and had me worried I’d have to throw down.

Secret side door smoking section.

View zoom in.

H & S stayed for Saturday night only this was saying bye while waiting for valet.

Bellini accoutrement.

Can’t believe how long she lasted up there.

Fads are fleeting so I’d pass on these pinks but if I was platinum I’d consider them.

I should have bought that scarf hat thing

So gorgeous. I passed this display a hundred times.

So many still lifes. A lot of photos are still sending I gave up have to get ready for gym soon anyway. I’ll try again tomorrow.


The Irish bar smelled like barf so we decided to have a pool/hot tub girl party instead waaaaaaaay better idea.

Marnie was wearing this shirt on Girls last night Shannon pointed out to me which means I am clairvoyant because I bought it Saturday. Hers is likely the designer version of it but anyway it’s gone now cos there was a tear in the sleeve and although it’s really flattering the colour it’s a bit of a one-trick pony so I exchanged it for a cardigan and some jewelry. I didn’t buy it for St. Patrick’s Day either I just love this colour plus according to Sephora emerald is the colour of the year aka anything green which compliments my hair tone like cray. We stayed here long enough for mom to film the Irish dancing girls, didn’t bother ordering a drink and bounced.

Shannon’s scarf is famous guess why.

See how my shirt is static clinging itself to my body lol.

Pretty mom. I’ll blawg her pics later.

Someone made a wise choice and left this behind. OR it was the last one ahha.

Outfit win. They were sweethearts.

His purse matched mine haha. We didn’t want to engage so kept it at that.

I wanted to see Oz but mom doesn’t like fantasy movies WTF!!!!! We saw The Impossible and bawled our eyes out infinity times instead yeah cool story Tracey. Great flick though. Gripping.

Power Puff girls were here.

I would not shout that one out.

Time to hit the treadmill it’s Treadmill Tuesday don’tchaknow.