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Ha ha ya right like that is even possible for this guy but I find that awareness is key of any shitty thing you’re up to, call yourself on it. That’s the only way you can make change because you turn a blind eye and the who world goes blind wtf was that saying again? It’s all water under the fridge just gettin’ two birds stoned at once here.
Speaking of blind, I also wonder if that blind person is still reading my blog. I made a blind joke once upon a time in my Raymi fashion which is like borderline gaslight politically incorrect ofc. I tow the line. Anyway I got dragged for it then lo and behold I receive a comment from a blind person having my back I was like THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT I SAY HERE IS LAW but that was so fascinating to me. Blind guy said he was able to read my blog with a read to voice audio something or other in a time when my blog being read aloud to him like a robot Stephen Hawkings and you couldn’t select your desired voice preference. my bf has a famous tennis player’s voice for his GPS (he seldom uses) and so one time we’re driving to wherever the fuck and this croony sexy swarthy mysterious voice relaxing and calmly is speaking in the background behind Sirius radio playing tunes, I ignore it, figure it’s another auditory hallucination lol but then I am like WHO is speaking what is that? Oh a tennis player directing us to another small town kk cool.
I still wanna make a Nagivation app and it’s your mother-in-law’s voice screaming at you to take a sweater and not drive so fast (soft seinfeld george costanza rip-off) like come on the wordplay is totally right there that’s how fast my brain is functioning, I’m doing the things and concocting riddles along the way fucking christ. I am nagivating you. Nagivation. No, NAGivation. STOP NAGIVATING AT ME. see? fun. especially three hours deep inna a road trip and you gotta piss but there’s no place in sight then someone mentions waterfalls and flowing rivers. Never stop trolling the world.
I look back on my life to understand the here and now like I can see bad habits I am forming and I am raiding my hand to try to curb them all in one fell swoop like you can conquer shit when u tap into a higher level of consciousness (can you believe that I am talking like this now?) and when you make that shift in establishing a new routine involving effort and wiping out the bullshit.
for the stupider ones than me, here:
Consciousness is the state of being aware of and able to think about one’s own existence, thoughts, and surroundings, encompassing a complex interplay of subjective experiences and brain processes.
So I want to work on a digital detox. Less social media. Less immediate dopamine reaction and OCD checking notifications around the clock. I never learned to shut off or nagivate that. I get a lot of notifications and it’s no different than drugs or any other addiction. If you have been a loner or isolate yourself, then social media is for you, so now that I got what I wanted I am drowning in it similar to lottery winners who blow thru all their money.
I wished for social media before it existed. I wanted to leave my beautifully screwed up teenage girl journals in parks for strangers to read and somehow get back to me. I thought of a system! I would dig a hole and there would be a sign-out log for all the people desperate to hear about my life. LMAO. Joke’s on you though because you’re here reading this so who is the loser now huh?
Another thing I need to curb is Love Island fights with morons like me on X. I like it as much as coffee. Lots. And then when I get attacked oh god lorrrrrrrrrdddd yess more please. I think I am addicted to humiliation and fighting I get an adrenaline spike when someone is mean to me, there’s legs here, it would explain a lot of my toxic patterns but anyway, I need to monetize it if I am going to continue investing precious time that would be better utilized elsewhere.
The thing with me though is if I like something then I will suck the fucking life out of it. That’s how we are with obsessions, hobbies, addictions, right? Not naming names but if you’re gonna chime in on my excessive unhealthy patterns then I will call you out on your annoying crap too!
See what I did there, defensive deflection. Don’t do that. Own and stand in your shit don’t attack and point fingers you know who you are if you do this.
Limiting social media I am hoping will lead to me blogging more and writing more BOOK. My writing agent said he will see if he can get me someone to help me. My bestie was but he literally RIP now so the position is now available. I have to trust you though. I let someone in before and they wrote a fucking hit blog piece on me LOL. I got Selena’d. jkjkjk but u know what I mean. Not bragging but I got some stage 5 clingers.
My next blog post will be a positive one nothing but motivational stuff as I would like to be the change I want to see in the world which means some people I know who are nothing but negative always it’s like abuse in my ears instant joy thief like fuck it’s entertaining but boundaries, curb it. When you’re the all new you that involves cutting out other people’s garbage you don’t want near you and never did nahhmsayin? I suffer from my own hell i ain’t suffering yours too. Empaths need to be vigilant. When giving is your love language you should not give too much and you will know when it’s too late so learn to SAY NO. And don’t apologize.
My girl Kenzie (who is getting so much hate and I defend the most like I am being paid) on Love Island corrected both of her matches in conversation and I wanted to tweet wow cunty but then I thought NO fuck that if she were a man saying those things no one would bat an eye. I also loved that she was right so hard and both men take the L. If men would just take more Ls and stfu more the world would be a lot chiller place like if y’all fucked up don’t waste more of our energies gaslighting around it because we saw it the first time. I step into my power of not getting fucked around with no more FYI first time I am nice about it and stand on business but if you didn’t take me seriously the first time, lord help you. When I fuck up and it means something to me, I do something about it I face it head on because I can’t relax until it’s rectified. Don’t understand the run and hiders and deniers. No aura points brah.
Okay I’m gonna pick some thirst traps for this post now.
Lemme know what you know, you know?
xo
Ate this yesterday then crushed a ton of weights and kettlebell. Being more aware of what I eat instead of starving myself and then snacking. Eat protein then have fuel and lift weights duhhh stupid. Still some steak left I will eat and do more puttering.
The odd cheat here and there so you don’t go postal. Sticky toffee pudding for 4.99 why wouldn’t you?
Would you prefer to be who you are going to be or who you use to be?
Like, did you have a glow-down and now you reflect on pictures of your former youthful, vibrant self, and wish for that again or do you lock in (gotta stop saying that) double down and glow the fuck up?
My body isn’t perfect yet but it’s not bad. Nitpicking over it is stupid when the majority do not care, it’s the insipid internet trollish losers who attack confident women online. Yesterday one guy from Regina and also from a sober group I am in on facebook thusly should know better bcos ex-drinkers are suppose to be all kumbaya with each other but anyway he put a laugh emoji under the pic I posted yesterday so I ofc wanted to know why. I messaged him and asked why he put a laugh emoji and he said Why spred out like that …looks fucked up and obviously I snapped and at that same time he left a comment on my post saying I was a barrel with chicken legs on it LOL — I went nuclear. AND as it so happens also at the same time facebook decided there was sus activity on my account and had to make sure I was me tf so I couldn’t reply to any messages which are always blowing up. I reported him and said go fuckin relapse u trashbag.
He had effectively highlighted and diagnosed a major body insecurity of mine and was it the most flattering picture to showcase of what I consider (for me at least) to be progress? maybe not but fuck man, he got me good. Then my mind went down a rabbit hole of self consciousness meanwhile I’m receiving likes and supportive comments pumping my ego and yet this motherfucker has the gall to try to make me feel small. So I go and look at his profile, he’s not ugly but he’s sure as hell a bored Saskatchewan hick who does renos of some sort using only one selfie picture that’s black and white. super sus. can tell makes a habit of trolling women on Facebook as a hobby.
this is the caption:
Motivated more than ever. I am setting a goal of losing 10lbs. Locking in. 213 days no alcohol.
this reveals a weakness and an achievement at the same time. trolls do not like when you are winning and they take every opportunity they can to attack insecurities. I could post an even more toned picture with the same caption and he would have said something to take me down.
In the past I posted topless pictures here often and looking back some very unflattering unfit pictures that I would never post today.
Haters are my motivators in the words of canceled Ellen Degenerate who no doubt stole it from someone else. We’re not suppose to feed the trolls but I gotta a little bit. I am addicted to fighting in only to right wrongs but ultimately it is a massive waste of time but sometimes you can change the mind of a cretin pos woman-hating incel but mostly no you can’t. I hope anyone afflicted with manosphere brainwashed sons does the right thing asap.
I love this place. I’ll go back to doing blog posts like these with pictures of my adventures not just selfies combined with my long diatribes of all my insistent opinions.
kk gotta decide what trouble to get in today it’s so hot. lemme know if u wanna bully some targeted harassment to this troll’s way I will oblige it.
Also I do some light-sponsoring now and had a call with a friend in some need of Raymi advice yesterday, I’ll leave with you now. I told him:
MEPS Mentally Emotionally Physically Spiritually ask yourself that thru out the day
Daily check in to track progress and feelings
in recovery shit we did at rehab
some girls wouldnt shut the fuck up lol
keep up the no drinking to day 3
youre worth it
I’m leveling up and I cant leave you behind (and now ive landed on my blog post title)
you know you can do it when you feel the heat apply the pressure back
dont be consumed and powerless in your stress
PUNCH IT IN THE FUCKING FACE SOBER
Make doctor appt for shrink referral to get a script – anyone i know in therapy that pays for it is still sick and not getting better do not pay for therapy you can get covered for free under ohip u need some tough love from a practitioner who wont tell you what you want to hear to keep you coming back
get diagnosed
also to vent about your situation
your mom your marriage and your unhappiness and drinking
Youre not fixed yet
He made it thru yesterday without drinking and now will make it thru today too and I am proud of that for him it takes someone to set you straight sometimes to yank you out of your addictive cycle it can be very scary and hard to stop when you are in it. My heart goes out to all the addicts suffering out there.
Thanks for riding through my crash-out the other day I am better now. Everything is sorted and booked all I gotta do is ride my anxiety adrenaline thru the airport and visualize standing in lines and not sleeping and hearing noises oh god I exhaust myself. I have charged my earpods.
I’m not gonna prepare a speech just well, prepare something, I am collecting funny anecdotes to mention and memories to share. Yesterday I recited an entire Ted Talk on grief during my walk and it actually flowed rather nicely but ion think it would go that way in reality. The last time I spoke at a funeral I was Courtney Love-coded. This time I plan to be more chill but we won’t know for certain until we see how much sleep I get tomorrow night.
Today’s agenda is another powerwalk then decide what to pack MINIMALLY do my nails watch Love Island USA whiten teeth lift weights make my kale before it goes bad I guess check-in for our flights, accept the fact that the money I spent on this is worth it and don’t be bitter or angry that traveling within Canada is so fucking criminally expensive like wtf two grand for flights/hotel coulda gone to friggin’ literally anywhere ok ok chill there’s opportunity for that another time don’t be such a Debbie Downer. Real talk, I am still grieving the loss of my friend and I am mad that I am going back again this summer which was the plan to visit again but not like this. Now that i’m not a shut-in alcoholic loser anymore I actually want to do things and would have enjoyed having my friend around longer for that. I am able to compartmentalize it better because I don’t live there but this past week has brought up all the feelings I’ve been suppressing. Whatever that’s life and apparently I need to grow up.
yes I have. when ppl say I do nothing I look back at all this shit and say I have done enough buddy. next chapter is pretty excellent too. ps. below deck finale, i cried.
I remember every mean thing that ever gets said to me and it happens often. I’m sick of it. I will vent about that another day though. I try not to be defensive but you can tell in the way I write I am always defending myself. People need to catch up and recognize that I ain’t taking their shit anymore and that this is who I am. Period.
Okay I’m over it time to hydrate BYE FELICIA
What’s your favourite Blue Jays jersey colour on me?
Hey what’s good I feel lost right now maybe I will find myself writing on my blog — feel like I’ve reached the ceiling today posting fb memories and getting lost in the abyss of twitter (X, whatever) notifications holy hell being niche twitter famous is an investment in time management of which I have none but anyway it’s interesting trying to cover all bases with a variety of nature videos selfies memes garbage reality tv hashtag opinions (specifically Euphoria, Below Deck, and whatever else I am bingeing quickly and instantly forgetting all about) reply guys blue jays food pics dog videos cats walks and then talking to my weirdo friends from the internet and irl, what a privilege it is to be me.
I am “finding myself” here now as well because I am actively avoiding doing something that I have long since put off all month or so and now it’s D day week to get’er done so I am pro-crastibating with the blog post but it’s okay I got a loose system in place here there’s pieces in motion ahah okay stoner mystery speak just shut up. I will let you know when I am ready I am trying to minimize damage always it’s like, a must, with the big mouth that I got and the stupid crap that I do plus no filter. I am flooded with that feeling of dread like it’s the night before your essay is due that you did fuck all all month long for. I carry that feeling almost daily lol.
I’ve just gotta book some flights and hotels and co-ordinate all that together and like use my brain and focus two things that I do not at all enjoy doing in the slightest you know that song I just want to bang on my drum all day, that’s the quintessential definition of my belief systems + life practices essentially, if I don’t do the opposite of “locking-in” I will basically crash out. Which sucks but I don’t make the rules I can only follow them and so normally my buddy would be holding my hand throughout all of this and guiding me but he is dead now so it’s ironic that I have to adult-it solo-mish in order to make it to his celebration of life this weekend and I am taking my brother because I don’t want to go alone and we know my mom is gonna flip out so I didn’t want to say what it is that I am panicking over because I don’t want to deal with that hassle – I suffer enough from travel anxiety as is.
See how much OCD people/anxious people torture themselves? It’s very real. Talking about it helps alleviate it. I saw that Deena and Vinny on Jersey Shore (which I am bingeing right now I can’t believe I didn’t already mention it above they are dominating my parasocial circle at the moment) suffer from what I suffer too: anxiety & OCD and lately I’ve been thinking I am AUDHD so when I see my shrink later this month I will be hard-launching the rest of my neuro-spiciness onto her see how that goes. Trying to get as many diagnoses over here and break some records jkjk.
When I die (knock on wood) I think that my brain should definitely be studied for science and if only there was a way they could later on tell me about it like how Walt Disney is waiting around for them to cure dying. lol aw I get it. If I were Walt Disney I would totally want to stick around.
I spoke with a few friends yesterday and Mel was over (i’m in the country right now he’s a buddy from town friend of bf’s and mine) and I fielded a few calls from various people after a few on auto-pilot I hung up and said and now that is how I get thru my day lol I am like a prisoner trapped in this cog of wheels that do not stop turning in my head it’s kind of exhausting but I am used to it by now when I have a moment of pause to reflect a wave of fatigue tries to settle and it’s like I could either sleep for a hundred years OR I could get up and do infinity fucking arm curls right now LFG then I’ll try to see how long I have been sitting hunched over for and if I need to pee so I’ll get up. I remember as a kid not being able to sleep at night and now I know why. I mean, I would lay awake thinking about all kinds of shit knowing everyone was sleeping I didn’t recognize this as racing thoughts dressed up as insomnia. It’s brutal. I can’t even sleep with my boyfriend. People who can fall asleep while I am on edge alert from the quiet tick of a clock and the hum of a fridge. I can identify every little noise in your house but then other times I am kinda deaf. Next post we can discuss my declining memory. Oof.
Okay is any of this neurotic bullshit even interesting I dunno just please don’t tell my mom yet until I talk to my brother and book my flights okay this is your test if you rat me out you’re banished from the Raymi fan club, I’m revoking your special ring.
See ya later haters!
Update: flights booked $1484. Hotels next.
Jules and I over a decade ago. She just got married sorry.