well aware of all the cliché hatin’ that’s been goin’ on re: AA for the past forever now, don’t care. as with all trends (see: gladiators) the subturdan kids inevitably get on the bandwagon of and outright destroy every look. so much so that you feel sheepish slinking away with one fucking tank top and that’s just so stupid. why should an entire store be ruined for me cos lindsay lohan wore that bodysuit two halloweens ago? anyway, discounted merch always pleases me so therefore, justified. i wanted a skirt like this, saw a more expensive version of it at UO the other day. nah thanks. i feel like i’ve finally gotten to a point where i am comfortable enough with my body that i can wear retarded shit like this and not feel too self conscious (i’ve obvs. worn worse) about it. walking into AA three years ago feeling like a fat blob just made me angry and depressed so i’d buy a big ugly tank top and that would be my new paint by numbers (rizabeff’s fave AA slag) in-rotation shirt for a few but whatever i have always dressed paint by numbers more or less when i wasn’t piling various prints on top of one another. why do i feel like i even have to justify this outfit (socks/skirt) i dunno, maybe the surplus of smug fashion groupie blogs out there fellating the very character of every single designer’s fucking soul these days? it comes off very us vs. them. ugh. you are from the sticks dude, you aren’t the darling of fashion all of a sudden just cos you figured out some magazines. sharpie and i were discussing this last saturday and she was very much in agreement on it, how ridic. it is for so many young girls to have access to such expensive of-the-moment wares and like, the monster it’s making of them. what say them in ten years time, how fulfilled? but anyway that gets into the whole is fashion bad for our self esteem territory, not goin’ there sorry. i enjoy cycling through chick’s fashion blogs just as much as the other guy but it gets to a point where you’re like um who are you talking about now? you are 15 years old and you’re gushing over some name that took me five minutes to phonetically pronounce in my head, this makes you scene queen because you spent 400 dollars on a falling apart blouse that you will despise next year?

bah. fashion is good and it is goofy, basically. i don’t think you have the right to be a snob regarding h&m, forever 21 (never been), AA, UO etc etc ever period, it’s pretty much being classist i feel, down right elitist (snore) and well, you come off a wee bit u-n-l-i-k-e-a-b-l-e. if you can afford expensive shit fine, just don’t be a poseur about it because you can’t purchase cool cool. ever.

then of course there’s the “recession” “recession” “recession” which makes fashion all the more frivolous right now.

in summation, sorry now that i’m finally skinny enough to embrace it, all the cheaper things to wear are ruined.

still rockin’

Sassephine: oh man i’m looking at my google analytics
and number 9 google keyword this week is “doesraymi have an eating disorder”

me: WHAT
show me the link

Sassephine: it’s not a link it’s in my google analytics report
9. does raymi have an eating disorder 7 1.14 00:00:02 0.00% 85.71%

me: does it show u where that came from
ip

Sassephine: no

me: so someone searched that more than once?

Sassephine: 7 separate visits searched that
and got to my site
twice on monday

me: wtf
hahahaha

Sassephine: once tuesday. twice wednesday, twice yesterday

me: were they expecting answers?

Sassephine: i don’t know

me: so is the key to that riddle on your blog

Sassephine: your name is all over my blog

me: right but eating disorder?

Sassephine: the only time i mentioned eating disorder is when the half asian twins were talking about their crazy diet
and our coworker said to them that’s not a diet, that’s an eating disorder

me: ah well there you go
i must have the same searches in my stats

Sassephine: but i guess google spit that shit out from my site through searched
you don’t use google analytics?

me: statcounter and the wp thing
7 29.17% raymitheminx.com
5 20.83% raymi
3 12.50% lunch raymi the minx
2 8.33% raymi minx
2 8.33% raymi the minx
1 4.17% granpas young girls fuck
1 4.17% fubar
1 4.17% if you were ever on a road trip molson
1 4.17% raymitheminx
1 4.17% he feels me special

Sassephine: hahaha

+++

me: Sassephine: 7 separate visits searched that
and got to my site

Steph: thats bizarre

me: very

Steph: people are weird
and bored

me: yeah cos im getting thinner i must have en eating disorder meanwhile everything is mapped out on my blog daily what i eat

Steph: its just annoying cause you actually made an effort you know

me: i know!!!
like 3 fucking year effort

Steph: people are jealous
and lazy

me: and fat

Steph: ahahaha ya

so should i lock my twitter to force the lurkers out and get more followers?

this is a renewal (one of a kind, re-worked whatever) and there was a slight barely evident tear by the button so i asked if it would be reduced. after the requisite pointless attitude train expected from a UO employee yes, ten per cent could be deducted. this thing is 78 dollars, discount or not, just wasn’t in love with it enough to drop that i know the mirror at home and in my head would leave this guy just hanging on clothes mountain. why not spend the extra dough on something i know i will wear frequently.

cute print though. it’s a small, i still felt lost in it. go get it yourself from the queen store and point out the miniscule fray near the button, they will love you for it ha.

sigh. going from XS to S to XS obsessively, like, do i want the extra material in the ass will i come to abhor it or is that the point right now, do i want it tight under the arms or do i want sweat stain free area also i know i will not be wearing a bra with this thing so what to do. xs it is. also comes in yellow. i justify it cos i have effectively refrained from purchasing new clothes lately also it’s my birthday at the end of the month and we are going away. oh and an advertiser renewed their links with me so ka-ching-chang-ching.

uhm unrelated, camera’s fault not mine.

pillow case by ralph lauren. fantastic.

wasted by white wine and late-nite mimosas. grand.

ooh it came. (still not in order wtf)

off to green room to meet up with krista to trade my yellow supermarket dress for an extra copy of shaun of the dead she had and to talk a ton of shit.

i like how more disgusting this looks from the hazy perspective.

jane’s sister heather arrives to deliver the goods.

winner. what don’t judge me it’s better than taking more advil than necessary. the guys beside us were diggin’ on me shoving it in my pants to hold it in place.

this was the extra surprise one jane sent so clever/goofy i especially like the peace sign w army dude. i gave it to krista cos i know she will blog the hell out of it.

remember ‘Le Petit Colis’ on facebook.

outfit-enhancer. i know i say this a lot and i will say it again. i so champion crazy necklaces cos it makes it look like you made way more effort with your wardrobe when all you did was put on a bunch of baubles and voila. some girls are too insecure to wear necklaces meanwhile dress like they just stepped off a rainbow, don’t get it. keep going is what i say. more more more.

interesting hair day yeah. can’t wait til i can tan again. sigh.

the green room needs to adjust their receipt printing thing, it’s so confusing it adds up to appear like you had more drinks than you did when actually that number belongs to the item above your drink on the list. suffice it to say someone ended up looking stupid yesterday for no reason. well there’s always a reason for it but especially when it’s 3.75 you’re making a stand about ugh.

next tuesday, sass and i get to sit front row (personal guests) at zoran dobric‘s show and we get to wear something from the s/s09 collection. pumped.

tomorrow my friend natalie is having an estate sale at her insanely dope loft, she’s getting rid of everything and moving away forever sniff. you must come and scavenge her things. here’s the email:

In preparation for my big move to Australia at the end of the month, I am selling most of my belongings. We are having a huge one day Estate Sale this Saturday, March 14th from 10am – 5pm.

MAP!

i made a flickr set of some of the goods on offer, take a look-see. have a drink and say hi to me and buy a microwave, or some new boots (size 7.5-8). it all must go! SEE YOU TOMORROW AFTERNOON.

i was never able to climb the rope in gym class either, all my strength is in my lower body, upper, no way man all weakling all the time up in hurr. ‘cept for when i’m angry. but i’m not violent so whatevs.

sass came over to watch ANTM with us last nite (kinda meh despite it being the make-over episode i can’t tell if i’m unimpressed this season by the girls or by the suck, or maybe i like it more once the contestants are narrowed down and we better know every aspect of their heinous personalities and come to enjoy and rely on them) as well as wall-e. i was expecting to cry throughout the whole thing, just at the end a little there only. scary glimpse of the future i’ll be dead by then so who cares lets litter lesson did not go unnoticed. plus the fact that the only humans in the movie are all morbidly obese was a nice bonus. k coffee and cray cray appt today ungh. i dunno why i bust my ass getting there the guy always makes me wait at least 20-30 minutes. stop scheduling our appointments near your lunch hour thanks.

OK LETS PLAY I HAVE NEVER, ready go.

I have never/not the following things:

been to a spa – heinous i know, why must i suffer lord, my life just isn’t pampery enough yet, so unfair. i need a tiny japanese lady to walk on my back and slap the back of my calves and finish me off. whatever, i have issues with massages from people i know let alone some stranger kneading soft moans out of me ew.

been to disneyland/world – i know, are you crying yet? cos i am. i didn’t even go to canada’s wonderland until i was 15, ridiculous.

tried acid, or heroin, or crack, or meth – shocking i know but yeah i am like, so much better than everyone else.

gotten my driver’s license – turns out jack kerouac didn’t either. i do plan to right this one though. for the record i CAN drive stick.

been snowboarding – skiing infrequently yes, i don’t get the whole dressing up like a baby just to possibly do the splits, break my ankles, and/or possibly sink my face into a tree i’m not exactly fred astaire on those things. i cannot even make simulated snowboarding happen on wii fit so i’m gonna file this one under FUCK and THAT i’ll be waiting for you in the hot tub.

been backpacking – sorry take this right of passage and shove it i was too busy being a giant fucking mess and partying til i lost my mind. win.

had an std – phewf.

ok this is boring now there seemed to be more when i was in the bath.