Ready set go bro!

It’s Raymbotainment time. Happy 4/20 wieners. Have a very productive day today okay.

Hai. Here is our friend James Franco as a cat. He sent me that picture from Hong Kong.

I dressed like a french mime yesterday.

I have big lips. So does Courtney Love. She has huge features all around my mom said a billion years ago during the Nirvana craze, which also rocked our household.

We accidentally matched one another yesterday when I put this on, he was already wearing his but I didn’t notice. Then my hat put it all over the edge.

Oh whatever we can be one of those copying couples sometimes. It’s cute. I’m a nihilist remember.

I really really need a tan though to revive my skin.

In my head I am already living on that cray farm. Remote. Beautifully given up on what other people care, sitting in the sun writing haikus.

I’m being trolled again. The envious come out when shit is or isn’t happening.

It also feels freeing and isolating not knowing my blog traffic for a few days. It feels like going back in time and it has humbled me in such a way that it brings to mind what my goals were in the beginning of all this, being that finding Forrester guy in the window of a house slamming on a keyboard all these crazy thoughts that people would eat up and I would do that until I die. Along the way I might form a cult of people being in to what I am laying down and then the more progressive ones in the fold would come forward and closerly inspect me, document me by other means and then we go from there.

It sounds crazy but it became true. Have I plateau’d? I might have. I might have hit the pause button I might not have. I think times for being thoughtful and reflective are great because they ground you and you might not know it at the time, it might be hell and bleak but when you rise out of it, you learned.

If everyone (or most) claim to hate me and don’t provide reasons for it, ones that count anyway, and they obsessively hate me for long periods of time and daily come to my blog “hating me” it isn’t me who they are hating it is themselves they hate, hating me for what I am or do or how I act and what I say is merely a reflection of your own shit. You can make all the excuses you want but you’re just threatened. Make fun of my age and my face, but it is irrelevant. If my appeal is looks-based and now that chapter has to close because these women think chapters close when they reach a certain age, (how many older than me broads are ruling social media right now? Why am I the ONLY ONE who receives attacks then?) you say there are so many younger women with more to offer doing things right now more attractive than me, well good for them show me where the line for caring is and I will be sure to avoid it.

Do you wish you could see the world through instragram coloured glasses?

We had a great time at dinner yesterday, Watusi is still one of my fav haunts. The Watusi is a dance. I have never googled to see what it actually looks like.

I am noticing that I get checked out way more now, by older men especially. I am not going to lie, I have always been checked out but to speak of it is considered bragging and this is when the claws come out this is shit mean girl shit is made of but as someone who has had periods in their life of feeling ignored, over-looked, not pretty, or looked at, it feels good to get that thumbs-up stare or double take over and over and over again on a walk. I might notice it more because I am a recluse and seldom go out so it’s all action jackson when I hit the streets, too alert and hyper-aware so I remember that when I am getting shit on by trolls who throw abuse rocks at me on my looks cos YOU WRONG BRO. I think it’s better to have your face to the sky anyway than to the smartphone like the internet dependent generation aka pussies.

The thing is I don’t care if you hate me anymore or make fun of me, I am a critic, I have strong bold opinions and I say them and I am relatively attractive and the only goal in life for the internet now-adays it seems is to BE a hater so I may as well embrace it. I may poke fun at our society and culture but I know too that I am a part of it, but I ain’t no follower. It takes balls to say things I do and I do get shit rained back down on me, I at least am more honest about things, about my wants (no needs) for fame because that is all this has ever been about and writing was the way I got to it, living as a piece of art, making life art. Pretty simple.

Thank you for coming along for the ride. In November it will be 12 years. Am I satisfied with my work. Yes I am. Do I pat myself on the back? Not nearly enough. Am I ashamed of anything? No I am not. I am a good person and I am good to people and that is good enough for me.

We got good and drunk. Well I did. One reason why Watusi is my fav spot is the drink menu. My favourite drink is Anita’s attitude adjuster. It works.

You know who else was a great drunk. Jack Kerouac. Don’t talk to me about other bloggers and deals and sponsorships because we are all doing the same racket and some have different needs and desires than others and we are all snowflakes kay bro? Don’t project your jealousy of them on to me.

I will eat my way to the top. Or I will eat myself to death haha.

Good chick pea batch bro.

Flank steak, pomme frites, spinach mmm.

With parm and au jus gravy to die for.

I am so going for a run today. Now. NOW.

BYEEEEEEEEEE!

Back by request. These stupid pictures.

Just a couple cos we “get it”.

Miss my teeth? Miss my wonky eye like the guy from the goonies?

Well I bet you did.

Ok NOW I get it.

Pee pee peace.

This chick was reading teen vogue out here and NOT a teen! She was old. Sometimes we have to go back to the beginning again so that we can better know our present. I’m sure that was in a movie once. With a unicorn in it. No doubt son!

That’s the chick from Much Music. Or something. I only watch a certain amount of specific television.

Cool walk bro.

Actually I like the top pics with the flower border overlapping because they’re not exactly being cut off or out. Yeah that’s so pinteresting.

Waitin’ for the girls.

All that swag thanks so much 3F Fashions. I am going to fill up bags of clothes and get rid of them head’s up to interested parties. Spring cleaning old stuff I mean. I was submitted for a reality wardrobe show that would so take me if they saw a photo of my wardrobe like how it lives in a pile on the floor in my tickle trunk I have two dressers, a closet and another wardrobe what are those things called? A closet you buy when your apartment bedroom doesn’t have a closet. One of those.

I’ve since trimmed all the snaggly hairs off Okay O-lay!

Ladies I have pix of all you’s too I didn’t upload them this last round I don’t know why I feel obliged to even mention, I don’t like the possibility of someone feeling left out. I am considerate. I just know blogs and the unnecessary evil they can befall one and all. Hey I’m impressively rhymey today. “Funny can’t buy you happiness.” was going to be the title, wah woh.

An awesome indian restaurant was here it was a good hang I bet the cabbies are bummed, I’d be. This is Stupid waiting for me to show up for tacos. Keep it simple guys.

Nice bullet buds.

There’s my stomach.

Oh hey there.

In today’s street style Raymi is modeling her elementary school’s colours navy and baby. Don’t make me say that’s a great band name because it is.

I can just see it now.

As always, we go here to wait for our table. I say The Rhino next time for a change. I have my reasons.

Glad I gave you one, mine broke last night.

Making fun of my stomach regions before I even eat anything is a dick move, now watch it grow.

It doesn’t matter anymore because I am a nihilist now. Like I care.

Blue and blond go together swimmingly. One of my trade secrets. Now you know bro.

Too bad about losing those posts, a good flame war was a brewing. Nice to see that all the fucking losers who are still hell bent on their Raymi obsessions are still at it and up to speed. You mad bro? Why do I threaten you so much? If I suck so much why you here basking in the suck?

I smashed my penny packer glass by mistake, I said to your health and clunk it too comically hard which was embarrassing enough and then it shattered. Also they know this is our drink and it does bring out some cray I think. Brown liquor or red wine if you want to go out of your mind. I should just go ahead and write a rap or a jingle I am wasting my talents on the circle of jerks here. Also on the circle jerk. Nah nah I actually consider everything I do to be productive in the steps toward my life goal fruition.

I was hella embarrassed. They got me another.

This is how you hide your face when you are embarrassed. It semi-works.

Embarrassment over, time to put a new outfit on this was the longest taco date post coverage ever.

Not entirely my fault.

Oops. It was wrapped around one of my giant teeth.

Hard to tell in this lighting but that red hot sauce was pretty full when we got there and we drained it to within an inch of its life.

I asked a bro if there really was a guard cat in this building and he’s like yeah but they’re really nice haha then we took a bunch of pics and I said my ok bye which is our I am fucking leaving now without you warning call but it was meant for rebecca and he goes Bye. Aw you got clothes-lined by the stupids.

Then I had to buy woman stuff and soda water. Sounds like a party. A vodka scrabble party. Chill out it was a Monday and we’re old chicks. The store clerk dug this moment in time of course. No really he loved it.

A troll said I don’t have friends because friends don’t let you dress like how I am dressed if you don’t have a torso but the most hilarious thing about that is this is exactly how rebecca dresses, she wears a white t-shirt and leggings as a uniform so sorry kid go sneer at other people’s lives on facebook who also don’t give a shit about you.

I did not play the R-word believe it or not.

That zit bro on my face is now gone I think I’ll give you a status update when I next get up off my arse. Raymi Lauren White’s ZIT: It’s complicated.

Brand new Tommy Bag and the straps break. That’s life for ya, sometimes you break the bag straps or the straps break you. I need more coffee this is getting retarded. Seven points on a double word score. I also have to do some blog archive stuff investigations.

Don’t do anything while I’m gone ‘cept enjoy yourselves!

The cat just barfed everywhere. Here comes the dog.

Meow meow hop hop.

Wah I lost that other post but who cares now bro? Lol. I’ll have to start making my photos smaller so they don’t get cut off by the beautiful whimsical flower border. That Tyler drew from scratch! He is not girly at all and when I presented them with my blog vision, Bry was like hah this is going to be hilarious for Tyler to do. Also, when doing testing it they’d use posts with tits of course for fun haha. Boys. Who are men. Who are boys. Like how I like ‘em!

I was in the middle of blasting a piece of trash in the comments and then they all disappeared because anything I started publishing once they started the blog swap would not make the change-cut. Makes sense. I have the photos still. I didn’t back up the posts though, wah woh.

Anyway I am not going to let it carry out any longer on my new special platform of tacos and just living my life, I am sorry you don’t simplify your own life and make it consist of just a few things a week when you can and it seems soooo hilarious that I am going to go shopping and then eat at a restaurant, you’re so sad to get mad about everything I do. Oprah says that holding on to resentment is like holding your breath for many years and it’s true.

You honestly need to fuck off. Is what you honestly need to do.

Maybe I will become a better blogger now that I have a better blog. Or maybe I can become worse and no one will notice. I’ll be right back after I tell everyone on facebook that this blog is ready for them to swoon over too. Please be patient while all the kinks are ironed out and please like my facebook raymitheminx.com that hasn’t been updated since infinity years ago. ps. leave a comment if you can see this because colleague is telling me a bunch of garbage. During this migration process there will be some hiccups, some might see the ghost posts from my old blog lay out, I go to approve then it all vanishes so while the server is playing patty cake with my blog just be cool everything will work out. Fine.