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.

Like all people on the internet with opinions they like to unleash on the world, I too have some “tips” on life improvements. Just let me get settled on this pedestal here before moving on.

That sentence just gave me a headache see what happens when I try sounding smart.

What I mean is, I just said some kind of opinion on Facebook and felt like eye-rolling myself but then also why denigrate my own advice? I have weighed in heartily on advice columns before, people send me their unsolicited Help Me Rhonda emails all the time because I deliver cut throat honesty, peppered with realness that often borders on mean in only that the truth hurts. When you hurt, you are allowed to be an expert on hurt.

Fuck it. Lets listen to hurt.

I have major cramps at the moment so this song is super pertinent.

I read about the debris and bodies they found from that missing flight this morning, speaking of hurt. Then the suicide note of the transgender teen who killed herself, and how awful her shitty Christian life truly was. Can actually identify with teenage depression, and how long the expanse of it can be. Maybe I should go to school and become a social worker for suicidey kids. Or at least pass along, yes, my “tips” to clueless parents.

Just because you don’t have kids doesn’t mean you can’t preach a little. You don’t have to pop one out to be enlightened. You can still take note of the egregious errors of others then go back to your own life. It sucks that there feels like a divide between parents and non-parents a wee bit. We watch each other’s lives on facebook and take note of the differences. Anyone who says they don’t judge is a liar. Now, not to judge but.. lol. Those who seem to chase the glam life and live like their world is fucking amazing every day, well I don’t know. If things bother me then I just limit how much I check it out so as to not lose my mind with jealousy but also, I’m fine with digging on my own life I suppose.

How about those ‘year in review’ videos passed around facebook. The way my year was stitched together I had to do a bunch of editing, removals and then jam some fun shit all at the end of the year to fill it in and it could only pool from a certain batch of pictures nearing the end of the year. I also limit what I blast on FB because I just do long story short, FB fail to which they even came forward admitting they screwed up.

I read a snarky comment or two saying how some people’s years looked like shit which made me rilly rilly angry. Some people have bad, less fortunate years. Are immersed in shit you don’t even know about so how dare you judge especially when every other self-important status update by you is more meaningless and attention-seeking than the last. How dare you shame others and then beg for sympathy over minor band-aid entitled non-problems. Yes FB fail indeed. Humanity fail indeed.

But, taken with a grain of salt because everyone feels a bit of misery at Christmas. Boredom. Loneliness. Bah humbuggery. That’s why they lash out at other’s lame years in review. Show photos of their swag that reek of emptiness. One-up.

OKAY bitch vibe over and out time to mall-rat it up.

Happy New Year’s Eve-eve!

Having a nice holiday? Great. Live life like each day is a holiday and you’ll barely notice the actual ones.

Sooooo, big shocker, I had wine on xmas. And a cognac with a Polish man too. I will start the clock again, probably will be harder this time and I 1000% blame Christmas. A Little Raymi was like aw I liked reading your daily boozefree updates it was like an Advent calendar. I think 14 days dry was a valiant effort this time of year. Do I want to be obliterated on NYE? Part of me really wants to or at least be reasonably ineebs. Or professional. We will see which Raymboat wins.

It’s Christmas! I have so much to be ungrateful for! Good t-shirt slogan for next year.

My bf asked if I was going to break up with him after winter. Hmm good idea. HAhaheheh. He said I look like someone who would do that. His family adored me. Said I was VERY FINE and think I am SUPER INTELLIGENT. BF was like woah they REALLY liked you. Must have been all my racist jokes. Ha. Also I have an Italian face they said. I could feel it being stared at so I froze it in beauty smile queen mode. I think cos of my hair all swooped over intentionally effortlessly.. but yeah I’ll take Italian profile any day.

So yeah, Christmas was different this year. It always seems to be. Sad that Papa’s not around. Christmas is always a little saddening. LOTS of depressives on Christmas.

We didn’t exchange gifts this year which is totally fine but also illustrates how empty the holiday can make you feel. So I gave myself little pep talks to get through it like my family is gifted in beauty and in health, I’d rather have that. Beauty can get you gifts and one day I will look forward to that. It’s good to be rich in hope and blah blergh blahhhhhhhhhh fart. Lol.

I treasure each time I see my Nana. Glad to have made time to decorate her tree at the beginning of December or whenever that was. Bf had a moustache then so on Christmas she thought he was a different guy. I was like no worries Nan there ALWAYS IS another guy fahaha.

The skinnier I am, prettier, and better behaved I am, the less Nana digs I receive. This year she was just disappointed in the Holiday Inn food quality which my mom repeated that no one cared or noticed. My mom and Nana are like the odd couple. I made my mom compliment Nana before we left. She said Nana is her rock. Oh god now I am crying thanks a lot you guys.

Cousin Libby came out it was so good to reminisce. A friend of mine on FB was like is she your sister in law or something? I said no, cousin, and he goes she was remembered as the hottest girl from senior public _______. haha go Libby. She had an admirer in that room that night too, an old geezer who put his jacket on very close to our table and just legit stared at her, so funny. My mom has lots of pics of us I’ll post whenever she gets around to sending.

I have two holiday inn stories from two separate occasions staying at this hotel before when I lived in Oakvegas. Will save for SIX MONTHS IN MANSIONS. Which will probably be the ‘Big Sur’ to my literary eventual releases.

This was the only buffet plate I made for myself as it was second xmas dinner for me. Hey the ocean called!

Shawn regifted a bottle of whiskey from work to Nana and I passed along a scarf that was very Nana and she adored it. Nana has whiskey with a tea if she has a sore throat or some other old lady remedy thing. Love her. Doreen was there too. Such a pretty lady.

Today Jared and I will be jamming out.

Okay enough dilly-dallying. Stalk to you later.