Partying is such sweet sorrow

Good afternoon Friday freaks!

I swear that wet spot was not my fault.

Backward over the shoulder red carpet pose. Oh and where’s that cellulite again loser? That’s what I thought. Shut up.

We made some bottle service friends of course and to get in to their club they made me hold a sparkler. It was scary and I danced with it, scary dangerous dance moves! I love the black hole what is F spot.

Covering my friend the wet spot at F snot.

Chris Not sure if duck face or asking for grey poupon -_-

Raymi Lauren White Not duckface it’s my face! Im hiding a wet spot.

Chris Negatron to both, my bad.

What’s the picture on the right in the bg above brunette woman?

Raymi Lauren White no idea it’s so dark in there.

Raymbecca was tanked. The one on the right I mean. She SO sloshed that drink on me or someone else did all I remember is looking down and going how did that get there? I like hanging out by the wall because there are less people to fall in to there.

Some photographic technical difficulties.

Fine girls everywhere. Looking for wifeings.

Holy shit this just goes on forever.

Picture of the night! We were in a male model cluster mob. NBD.

Our booth babe buddies. Insert wolf whistle. I am going to have to step my game up.

This one belongs on tumblr. Everyone on their phones. Girl ghosts.

This is us blending in.

Love it Bechnique! Come to her show when I get back from Aruba! Okay here’s some more weird crap. It was too hot and late in the day to exercise outdoors the other day so I danced in the living room with the AC cranked. I feel so awful for the earth sometimes. Anyway, here from the fruit of my labour is, the fruit of my labour? Man I have to go back to school.

So the narcissistic post I blogged the other day garnered a hater comment that I obviously don’t do anything but sit on my ass all day clearly and to go out and do something. Plus people who take pictures of themselves in mirrors are losers. I shouldn’t have deleted it.

I will never stop sitting on my ass at home in the day WORKING ON A COMPUTER have you heard of telecommuting, entrepreneurship, or I dunno THE INTERNET? I am a blogger. Sometimes we don’t gotta work bro or we are in between jobs during the period of which the blog itself acts as a cash collector. What the hell are you doing? Oh wait I DON’T CARE!

You mad bro? Posting pics of myself on my blog is my job. That is the news. What is Raymi up to, Oh, she looks good. Well done her. Do you see the advertisement on the top of my page likewise the one for ADD on the corner, what do you think that’s all about numbnuts? Do you think this is a hobby a-hole? I am killing myself here trying to make it here so keep being unexceptional in Pennsylvania and enjoy the show.

I am also a cheapskate and a lady so I can live off very little. There I said it are you satisfied? I know that every project I take on or client/event/party leads to my next gig. Things that haven’t been posted yet so get off my ass. Also, TV stuff too. This is going to be a big year for Raymi the Minx.

I’m going to get an iphone. Probably. Haha. I am stepping out of the darkness now. I disdain negativity but who doesn’t love a little bit of drama? (a li-il bit of dramar as Becky would say #BBUK).

I was feeling these shorts. They make me want to climb a tree or swing into a river from one no wait that’s The Notebook.

That headwreath makes me sentimental for Quebec and swoony because it’s whimsical and Quebec city was (is?)(ok was) a fairytale Kingdom experience. I would love to go back again.

This isn’t duckface. It’s kissing. DIFFERENCE!

Conman stance. Hand in the pocket. Unassuming. Actually quite telling I’d say. I’m one of those endless sizing people up people. Oh look what someone just said to me on FB: “watch u getting thin u no need that”

Raymi Lauren White Not that thin

“u kinna not lookin as great

i know people want to be thin but why u were beautiful u still r but watch

have u made money?#”

BLOCKED!

TGIFUCKINGDEATH I mean, you know what I mean. Peace. Haha I just blew up at someone else too. SO much dramar. No more dramar. Tons more drama.

Other random uploads before I forget.

Send more nippies.

Oh my god I need chiseled abs like her. I’m going to do 100 crunches to pop music after this and then fry in the sun.

Oyster dinner post coming up soon.

And remember Aunt Raymi cares. Sort of!