show something feel worth

People are into these drawings and I am into people so lets do it. In the ever continuing life long pursuit of trying to show that I’m not all about selfies, I give you my craptastic and beloved cartoons. Allow me to illustrate how I illustrate if you will. If you wanna check out the rest from the past go to my drawing bad blog. or go to hell. Either way I do not care.

Drawing is tough. It’s not instantaneous. In the time it took me to draw these I did fifty thousand other things and got side-tracked a billion times. I’m going to draw some kind of rainbow next. Don’t even ask me why this is important it should be obvious. People are into these things or used to be and if I keep doing them I will dominate online again but only if I draw enough to capture the focus of like all of tumblr. Peace-a-cake fwahaa. Everyone knows that doing shit leads to doing other shit, boyyyoyoiiing! Afterwards I plan to fix my face, turn on my webcam and make some cinemagic. Gonna try and make webcam the new podcast. If you have a face for webcam then you should webcam it. Podcasts are great and all plus rising… my colleague just informed me of the unmarketing podcast rate sheet and I said do not show me I don’t want to pass out right now. Anyway, keep trying or keep dying.

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Got kinda sidetracked some more by old pics of myself I came across urrrg attention span. When you want to just create everything all at once and have every platform, social network, phone, email etc at your fingertips it is mega hard somedays to avoid attention-span diversion.

I remember this carpet, it was a film fest night at casa loma very chi chi (shee shee?) and I showed up in this get-up and KILLED it with my orange hat. People were posing with me in their normie function attire. I also bumped into a ghost from the past and watched him look for me throughout the castle, thoroughly vindicated.

I remember when these shorts got me a lot of heat. I wore them a lot and then finally eventually it was okay for other women to wear short shorts and be no big deal about it. Women on women haterade is so gross. If someone works their ass off to look good in short shorts then by all means goddammit let them.

Here I am learning the power of narcissism and how to look fake pretty.

I just turned 19 and it was beginning to dawn on me that if I was going to exist in an online realm flame-warring with trolls and haters then I better armour myself with good looks so it’s one less thing they can pick me apart about. I didn’t realize how far this self-identity obsession would go. Now there’s things like “thinspo” blogs out there amongst other unhealthy things.

I really thought my hair when I was still living in Brooklyn made me look like The Shining kid. You’d think that was my favourite movie based on the two times recently I have spoken about it here but it’s not. Anyway I was 18 when I lived in Brooklyn and that didn’t work out because of 9/11. I moved there after I graduated from Highschool and I stayed until October, then lived in Canada for a little bit, then to Maine for a few months where I had a radio show called There’s something about Raymi. I was not expecting today to turn into memories but whatever. Take it or leave it, it’s winter and I have yoga to pretend to be doing anyway.

Speaking of the WTC you can see it behind me a month or two before it was attacked.

Erin Mills Town Centre on lunch break. My hair kept getting shorter.

My niece and I and my favourite man shoes.

Prom night. HAHAHA.

Edgy tongue piercing.

Me with a drawing of me by a friend plus my stupid tongue piercing.

After Maine I went back to my hardware store gig for a bit, dyed my hair darker, could finally get it into a ponytail and the horrid growing out phase was over. Except for those bangs. WHYYYYYY

This is one of the first pictures I ever blogged, it’s a scanned in film photo that’s how dedicated I was and how I got a following because no one was willing to take the time to do all this shit as digital cameras weren’t around yet. This pic is of me on the school grounds of St. Edward’s aka “Teddy’s” in Oxford, where I took advanced writing blah blah.

Brooklyn. I’m 18.

NYE a year before. That’s a Bruce Lee shirt. Pretty much all my photography endeavours were loaded with trying very hard to show how cool I was at all times. My friend barfed all over my city friend’s place this night/morning and I am wincing from trying this hangover elixir shake. Party on Wayne.

Nice Guess jeans. Thx Mom.

Going out this night in these legwarmers was nuclear in the attention they received. No one dared to hipster then. I would get approving nods from other hot/ter girls and could see them making mental notes to parody for later. #sinfluence

Been there, done that.

I was really proud of this modern fugly hairut. Teenagers are stupid. I went to England with super long blond hair. I guess I was finding myself or felt fat and ugly that day.

My KD Lang phase. You know you want to.

Another cool story smoking cigarettes fantastic.

This was a banner on my geocities page. Which was like my tumblr. I just should have put everything all on my blog back then.

Sauble beach whats upppp.

NYC the easter weekend I went before (still in high school) moving there to suss out my apt sitch.

My prom date. We were bros and both relieved to have a date as ultra did not care (I had a bf I was moving to nyc to be with) but my mom made me go and I am glad she did because I actually remember this life event and was awarded The most humorous person by the prom committee or student council I forget based solely on these two chicks in a businss class of mine sitting near me and hearing all the awful shit that came out of my mouth everyday. WIN.

Winter mixed black market fashions and Dido haircut.

That’s me in the orange wig and my old friend Laura. #stories #yo.

Hey remember DVDs??!

I pretty much looked like dog shit the last year of high school and super didn’t care/mentally checked out moving to NYC plus internet famous so screw all you guys hahaha.

Cliche patio photo Brooklyn.

The other BK that ruled our world. My first viralish experience was with this photo.

The first magazine I interned at.

New Hampshire, 18, old train.

Fatboy slim concert, Guvernment.

And me today. Sorry you had to sit through all that. Tomorrow we can go back to the present plus more of my Raymazing drawings.