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Enterprizin’

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I lost one of my pearl earrings, I raymi the jinxed myself. So I constantly flicked my hair to and fro and was encouraged to do that, Jen is a dreamgirl on set she really made me feel comfortable, at ease, good tv. Made them chuckle quite a bit and even taught them some things that they really wanted to learn more about, shit like my theory of BEAUTY CURRENCY that I expanded upon a little, um, I think we’ll just have to wait and see. I said a lot.

Name in lights brah!

This is Rob. He and are similar creative folk, I really impressed him today and the crew I came guns blazin’ you get no second chances in life the way I see it and each thing you do in this field is essentially a try-out for another gig that they didn’t know they wanted yet, ah-ha right? I am talking at my highschool this week so I want to prepare smarty-like things to say to them and inspire them cos there sure as shit wasn’t anyone paving my way, nahmean? Trailblazer, emphasis on the blazer lol. j/k GOD! Relax!

This is a room at the Gladstone. Many years ago I had a table at Canzine here and my first fanatic came to meet me, he bought a lot of stuff and gave me a large bottle of gin and I think had a very great time and got laid a lot and partied like a champ but at customs they pulled up my blog cos they were a bit curious about why this fella was traveling to Toronto from Georgia. I was dressed like a Goth raggedy Anne when he arrived, with my lips painted like porcelain doll and blanked out white on the sides very spooky. Uh anyway it was neat to be back under different and newer circumstances?

We had to pause at points when the Go Train went by, or a car alarm went off. We triumphed.

This was funny, the lamp is very similar to a hair salon dryer and reminded me of Edward Scissorhands so the team was careful not to align it with my head, the walls were too bare with my platinum hair, they said bleach a lot and I cringed inwardly. My hair is not bleached I am not Kelly Bundy. In fact we touched upon blowjobs and thoughts on dudes putting their hand on the back of your neck to “let the games begin” and is that permissible and I said I do not let dudes touch my hair. #Princess. #DamnfuckingStraight.

My face is made for film, and tv lighting, not even “just saying” FULL saying.

Diane Sawyer I am coming for ya. Notice I talk like Yoda? Teacher pointed that out. Can’t help it, I say shit as it is occurring to me and broadcast it live like your Nono 24/7 ughhh lol.

I am in a really good mood that this went well and is wrapped and I feel way less stressed out than I did last week. Phewf.

Geeky techy guy stuff pr0n.

And so on.

Nice.

Nice view. We took the stairs. I was huffin’ oh my I need to jog again. Now that I have an ipod touch no excuses. Teacher has a chore tomorrow! Syncing that up that is man work, if they pretend to be dumb in some areas I get to be lazy and useless in others.

If there is two of it THEN IT IS ART.

I so love flowers and plants but when we stay away a night the animals barf everywhere if we leave flowers behind. Dicks.

Grabbing pops for the crew.

Righty.

Lefty. Down to the ol lady hands, a ten. Sorry but I make effort in all areas. One girl said she attributes her crazy finger bling/nail art addiction to me and its made a monster of her. Flattery.

Mmm I want more snacks. We ate at the Drake for #86d and Ivy Knight’s thing, met some more foodielites to add to my pile, always a pleasure. Good cheese and we got oysters, plus rum tasting. I want to see what this magical Mount Gay place looks like for myself now THAT would be the blogvertorial of the centch!

A breather before it’s my turn.

Showtime. No seriously, I’m going to watch tv now.

Burnoutington Chronicles

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Once a mall rat, always a mall rat. Too bad that movie blew, and I never saw it haha.

That is the crappiest Hello Kitteh that I have ever seen.

Major pigs this weekend. Oink oink.

An internet friend on twitter was like are you wearing Long Johns Raymi? Yes. But no wait a minute nevermind. Leggings and matching socks make it a little Clockwork Orange up in here.

We were going back to the mall to return/exchange my hoodie cos there were holes in it and holy shit those girls were lazy and one clerk got a bit, I dunno, passive aggressive catty? EVERYONE complimented my purse everywhere I went and it’s a good arm work out.

Blinding sun.

I’m only wearing one earring, lost the backing to one. I have billions of pearl earrings. It’s no matter to take the back off another.

Good purse to use as Pamela Baywatch cos it is reminiscent of a life preserver I am a genius.

Love this house, they have a barn on their driveway too.

I bought my dad a letter opener sword and if someone breaks in, a weapon. Self defence, officer. We could make Twilight nerd cosplay photos using it.

Dunno how hardcore your Sunday was but this one was just right for me.

Haha my dad was like nice posin’ Rinks! (Rinky Ren is another famous nickname of mine heheh). Everyone gets in to the almighty planet Blob, go pose in the sun with the ‘stang. OK DAD!

Scooting around and sightseeing changing colour leaves is what autumn is all about right. Also machine gun stuffing popcorn in to your face.

What was that mean comment you left on my blog again? Lol.

What’s that I look amazing? Many say I am a brilliant blogger because I am intelligent, while some say it is because I am spectacular. LOLL working on stand-up material.

To the throat. What can I say, I keeps it Romeo & Juliet.

It’s a scottish claymore sword. Go look it up, no seriously, I don’t have the time.

Every so often I dip in to Michelle Tanner territory, how rude!

And sometimes I look like the girl in Parenthood.

I love this shirt. Ok Nail time. Help me create a sexy outfit, I was thinking new baby pink sweater and leggings, but maybe short shorts ooh yeah!

Manic Monday

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HELLo there! How the bleedin’ are you? Welcome to last Thursday, chappies.

Ahem.

Time to get our roots done. I am psycho about it and late but needed a fresh outfit photo before it got slothenly from sitting in the chair for hours.

Those tights are amazing and we found my flower shorts, yay!

I am wearing a black silk tank and a black scarf, hard to determine here. Fab IRL.

Almost bought a new winter coat yesterday but felt we spent too much so it can wait.

Someone bought themselves these. How vulgar. Haha I am a prude sometimes.

Coffee with a straw to keep them teeths pearly.

Gave these earrings one. last. chance. Bah. I knew all the chicks would be dressed like flapper clowns and didn’t want to play along. This store better take these back. Its been awhile.

But they are so amazing. I am torn. Well I already know I haven’t worn them so I guess I’m not. I’m a fan of the now not of the saving.

More comfortable goin’ as a Puff Daddy Hamptons music video instead.

Best outfit, rolled up too late to collect prize.

Fuckin’ right son, to supper! Some Walter Kronkite dapper wine snob guy looked at me with respect based on this get-up ahhaa.

Water?

Avoid carbs at all costs.

I am bursting out of that shirt.

Car for a game of Dice in a back alley? Great odds for ya mister.

Blabbity blah.

I promise you I’m not very good.

Ready, kid?

Got it yet?

HAhaha what are you a prohibition stamp?

BYE!

Massive peanutbutter cup fail

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Chocolate and drool everywhere!

Conquered it immediately afterward, along with 4 coffee creams and then chicken wings and rum/rye cokes (blech!) holy crap did we ever binge eat this weekend. Went to my dad’s to “be good” and get rest but the consequence of that is 5 bags of chips and brunch twice (bull british grease), Agabi… so whatever. Going through my shots now then I have to wash my salon hair because it is a statue of the 80’s right now, and very dirty. Then a Doc appointment and then I meet up with Rob Spence! Cos he is filming me and my sexy wisdoms for a client. I stayed at my dad’s so I wouldn’t look like a party face hag on camera. Smart professional girl, the ball has dropped. Ps. that peanutbutter cup is dark chocolate. Delicious but I barely recollect as it was chasing some coffee chocolate. Pig.

These herringbone suspenders match a hat I have and a shirt teacher has, to a tee. The shirt I wore was a vintage teeny pink polo and lots of richie kid types kept barking in my face that Polo didn’t exist in the twenties, yeah, and did your shoes or cell phone? Hilar. Mostly they were recognizing me as special from my posh label-donning, gross right. I said this came out of a gf of mine’s donation garbage bag.

We’ve got better shots on the computer but I am a lazy arse you will see them later with the rest of my Mildred’s ha I say this like it is important.

What the hell would we talk about though?

I bought the fancy water, such a ruse right? It’s better for the environment supposedly. The bill was already going to be obnoxiously high anyway so what is another 3 dollars thrown on to the pile?

My dad enjoying Jazmin’s solo. lol.

Ah gad.

Teacher said he put on five pounds this weekend easily, I am just glad my dad’s scale is a skinny scale and reason why I was a blob when I was single cos I spent so much time there deluding myself.

Cheers!

Thanks for having us dad! Happy Monday all! MughNDAY.

Happy Birthday Mum!

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What’s up girl! Sometimes we manage to always be matching, intuitive, freaky, classy, good ladylike style right?

Yo meet my moms! She crazy and fearless as shit!

She’s also a spectacular nurturing Nana, so young too. The Cruel to be kind peanut gallery can say what they like but you can’t argue facts, when it is known that my mom has been there for every single person in my family in a major way at certain points of various crises in their lives, like a martyr, she’s our Mother Theresa and the one you call when shit goes down. She is a professional basket case dealer and thriver? She has earned her party lifestyle as far as I am concerned and I love seeing her live and love her life and I am uber proud of her in many ways.

We fight like mental but we know when to give it a rest. You don’t fight in Paradise. I only gave her neck a squeeze once we got to the airport and Lois just looked away, after 9 days in Miami/Ft. Lauderdale we had each other on perma-desensitized. How I wish I could tell you the juicy reason why I semi-strangled her, haha one day maybe.

Mom I was going to get you one of these yesterday then remembered you had one from this ridiculous photo-set you blogged years ago (I know lol I can’t beat her may as well join her) so I got you leopard print instead.

Was this the day I snapped at the alpha Bay street bulldog woman at Jack Astors? She deserved it. Mom gets trashed on unnecessarily by people in her scene, and crew out of jealousy and this mistreatment makes me want to punch their lights out (and it will happen one day don’t worry) so she encouraged my take down of this annoying bossy woman who felt threatened upon our bar arrival (one last drink and my mom was going home holy christ leave us alone!) and so I let her have it.

Though, my mom is kind of masterful at the passive aggressive pot stirring, winding you up innocently I think this is why we are an entertaining force on the internet cos I am mentally challenged defensive and naive and she needs a lot of attention and will incessantly bother me all day long.

Haha this “tribute” is turning in to a slaying and getting me totally irritated. Ok back to pleasantries and accolades.

Even animals love my mom and she takes photos obsessively, I paved the way for that but she is really incredible at it. I invite her to events cos I know she will do all the work for me plus old men will flirt with her and she will entertain me all night long and with Lois we are unstoppable. It’s her birthday too this week! We are partying this week. Pray for Raymeh.

Young dudes love my mom too.

She goes on nature walks like Rainman and is adventurous, creative, healthy, very healthy.

Awww. She is Kelly Preston hot.

She is an engager and social butterfly and brings a smile to people’s faces, captures moments, gives (unsolicited) advice blabbity blah that cardigan Hailey is wearing was mine.

Her gifts are always thoughtful and unique, stylish, classic and come with a story or explanation ahhaa.

She almost got a photo of Dennis Rodman this night we went out to Blue Martini in Ft. Lauderdale but I stopped her and she should have just done it but maybe her camera is why he bounced, plus the band announced him but we were dancing with him for a bit first.

We had a blast this night, great partier in crime my mom is.

Ew I am fat here.

Even Dan Aykroyd was smitten. Go Tracey!

Her granddaughter is her muse. Their bond is so touching to have witnessed over the years, Hailey tells my mom the most private and “real” things and adores my mom and mom is toughening her up. GAY!

I love that every annoying thing she does to me in life she gets back at her in form of her mom, Eileen.

The way my mom and Sylvia became friends is true to Tracey form too. Syl was one of the bird’s of a dude in the crew which inevitably ended but mom loved her so much said, be OUR friend girl stick around and now Sylvia is in the crew.

I steered them here last Thursday in lieu of the Keg and I think everyone enjoyed that hahaha.

My mom said that gizzard was pinching her. Exact words AHhaahahahhaahahaha! ROFL.

EVERY TIME I show up to meet the girls at the Keg my mom is holding court with at least 5 white collar dudes wrapped around her finger, drunk and photographing her.

Yup.

Even Larry King. Tracey vs. the World in High Def, Tivo it!

I said mom, these are the famous people in attendance at this gala I have the exclusive on tonight, do your thing, and that, she did.

I don’t even know what this is from but I am sure it was a nice time.

Happy Birthday to Lois too! You are the point to our babe-triad. Lets make up a secret handshake to perform when we cheers. Hhahaha. I’m drinking mimosas at my dad’s house right now. Oooh Brutiful!

Thanks to this woman, if I play my cards right, I will be hot until I am fifty. P-E-D-I-G-R-E-E. My friend Rob told me if I was a horse, he’d buy me, when he found out I was a Kerouac. Merci maman je t’aime. Oh my god Speakng of francophone, when Justin Trudeau said I love you papa (je t’aime papa) en francaise at the service for Pierre, I died. So did my mom. We are sensitive nerds.

MILF.

You have competition though. How did I miss this picture. Cool right?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE OUT LIKE A GAY SUNSET! xoxox

Saturday sat turd day

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Studius Maximus.

Why didn’t they have cutely-sized sweats when we were all young? Not fair. Crafting my slutty outfits back then was a lot harder, girls today should be grateful.

Welcome to Mall Rats. Got checked out tons today, Teacher enjoyed that. Not. Man, dudes are so blatant sometimes. EGO BOOST AND AWAY.

We had a bag of popcorn in the back seat with us all afternoon to combat crabby. There were certain missions and errands to accomplish and I felt largely that a bag of butter salted kernels would do the trick just fine and an appropriate amount of shotgun thiefing to pepper the day with a colourful sense of cunning pride and stealth to top it off. We just finished playing (abandoning) Balderdash so my vocabulary is inflated to all fuck, you can imagine. Or just bask in, suit yourself.

I’m high on 9 pairs of fresh underwear too, apologies for blogging under the influence. I am out of clean everything. My dad lives near a mall and so, my high-tech fashions reflect that which I cull from mainstream shitty mass-produce merchants because it’s the only time I make for shopping and it doesn’t matter anyway, I am not a label whore. As long as it does the trick and compliments my physique I am fine.

I predict getting lots of mileage out of the Santa shirt and once xmas is over it orbits into irony territory and then it’s christmas again or fallen apart, given to Hailey and then it’s her problem. Much love Aunti Raymi.

I like my new ballet pink sweater. The retail chick was very nice to me, actually, all retail chicks are nice to me in Burlington I wonder why that is, must not get chatty eccentric clowns like me much. The underwear chick at La Senza oversold the hell out of me. Good for her.

I’m bloated. Time for sit-ups. This is an XS shirt and the pants are small. I think the brand itself is meant for tweeny little petite college chicks but then doesn’t everyone gain the freshmen 20? I like to regress plus I never went to College. Augusten Burroughs (one of my fav novelists) wrote that he buys a University T-shirt from every school he talks at or goes to the town of, because he’s a self-made type of success guy. In short, no I will not buy Harvard Sweatshirts, not unless it was for a Playboy shoot ahahhaa.

More scrabble today.

When I get my hair done I get to not bathe and be a dirtbag princess plus I found this dry shampoo spray in a swag bag and finally tried it, magical chemicals what an invention!

Beer store stop in Oakvegas, went ’round the back like my grandfather used to slip in behind the wheel of one of his Caddy’s. Here I am uberly casually enjoying my popcorn. Teacher likes our suburban jaunts cos I ignore his smoking.

Shittiest laid tiles ever. Once I finish this genius post we’re going to watch Bad Teacher. There’s a few scenes from the previews I noticed where Cameron Diaz’s degenerate character looks scarily similar to your hero. Pumped.

Very enjoyable brunch. Good idea us!

Got us Agabi, my fav shawarma ever. EVER. I’ve been a custy for years.

With extra garlic and hot sauce to go.

I was talked out of this other bubblegum pink hoodie that was very Holly Madison but too much so with my hair, in a year or two I’ll go more Playboy brat I think. We’ll see. Who knows who I’ll be in two year’s time.

Family heirloom dictionaries. I come from a wordy people.

Librarian p0rn.

Aristocratical.

Lost my poppy :(.

I like the changeroom props. Is it supposed to stress out the stressed out students more so or psyche them up? I was confused when I first opened up the changeroom, uh, is this a utility closet? Oh right it’s fun! OK movie time bye friends!