i pretty much have lost my summer tan. i have decided i’d like some tan lines, i have to start at the beginning all over again, no super bed for me yet.
look see, even jesus wants me to have a tan!
check the dude in the shorts.
i think this will be the first year i break and buy some pumpkins for the balcony.
o’tai back to “work”.
if you tire of the beautiful scenery, my beautiful face comes into the shot about 40 seconds left. guess what IT’S WORTH IT.
i will not apologize for the following…
hangover cheese pizza saved my life yesterday. fil has chicken bacon and broccoli on his. mine was better AND regular crust, no whole wheat multi grain this time. now i want to watch home alone.
someone got a nice little lap dance compliments of this guy.
i didn’t even remember i had these until seeing this picture just now, where did i get them from? haha.
waaaaaasted under a bridge? where the fuck am i? ahahaha.
cam you owe me some comments I KNOW YOU’RE READING!
jen feverishly deciding if she should take the betty and veronica plunge oh jen have another glass then decide
sharpie the wife came!
hugging ainsley in that coat was like ugh, sorry for perving all over you.
nice dress gill!
the rest are in his flickr set. the rest of mine will go up later, later ok, give me a break thank you.
Raymi’s Art Preview (The Sean Ward Show #12) from Sean Ward on Vimeo.
food i could barely eat yesterday cos of nerves, brought it home, fil scarfed it.
heheh shut up ya old cummer!
i got my gordon ramsay premium oven to tableware dishes!
different sizes cos they only had one of the bigger guy at the bay i went to oh well, i guess now i can try making creme brulee? ever since jen blogged this i have been obsessed with baking eggs, fil says you can just crack an egg in a bowl and nuke it. no sorry, that’s what white trash people do, fil, and we are not white trash people, we are classy people, who eat out of PREMIUM OVEN TO TABLEWARE COMPLIMENTS OF GORDON FUCKING RAMSAY AND ROYAL DOULTON and if you don’t like it you can eat your microwaved egg in a bowl while i have a nice lovely baked egg with red onion and cheese concoction on my pedestal. also sorry i forgot to thank you in my speech (fil is making me tell you this) but i didn’t thank anyone specifically i didn’t want to single anyone out and plus that microphone wasn’t even on. i love you very much you are my shining prince and i love you even when you fart.
i’ll post the rest of my art pics later, can you believe it’s past 4 and i haven’t even had coffee yet, just a few sips of coke.
oh and thanks to the fascist regime what is the building we live in i can no longer feed my new squirrelfriend rick (we even named him) the battleaxe next door said they want to cut down the trees to get rid of the squirrel wtf! so you care about that you confront me about it in the elevator but you don’t care to confront the abusive yelling monster that lives across from you and beside me? fucking asshole. oh no a squirrel scampers across our balconies what a nuisance lets cut down all the trees, lay cement over the grass, build a fucking dome around the condo and install bug zappers too. you realise this is a lush neighbourhood and bound to attract birds and squirrels? jesus, do you just want no joy in your life ever? i told her our cat really likes the squirrel and it’s a shame. i haven’t had the heart to tell him about it yet. he gets sad when the squirrel doesn’t come, it really broke up the monotony of his day. i hope she enjoyed listening to me barf at 4am.
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i’m getting one of these. guess which one i chose. if you want samples and a chance to win shopper’s gift certificates go to that link and do what it says.
my old old old friend jeff came here is his flickr set of my show.
this kid told me he was really famous and his poetry blog was more famous than my blog and gets like 50,000 hits a day, hahahaha oh man, kid i hope you email me you are so full of shit, and i admire your gusto.
ainsley got her rock!
more will go up in a bit i need to construct a blanket cave on the couch right now. ooh ooh there is a glass bottle of coke in the fridge, on it!
jen claimed b&v.
SO hung today is going to be a shit day from hell! i haven’t been this hung in ages. sass blogged last nite AND put up my dumb little speech i insisted on making AND i did not cry. there is like 50 different video perspectives of it, an entire wall of you kids all had yer cameras rolling so cute, thank you lorazepam. ugh shots and going back to gill’s was a dumb idea. i left my hat there and i barfed when i got home. wicked. it was a rad nite, no wig outs, lots of smiling faces, a couple weird creepers haha no biggie. if you missed it, oh well, you can still go to the central and check’er out over the next month and then we have another party with new art going up. the owners and staff are so so nice i am very happy with them, 7 paintings sold, or 8 9? trying to do the math. if you want to know what’s still available email me raymitheminx@gmail.com thanks for coming everyone you’re the breast! i’m going to keep updating this post as i gain more momentum throughout the day.
ignore the first minute of this:
what fucking creepy loser would bother to go to this from my blog and rate it one star? you’re a fucking winner dude, enjoy your life.
i’m too scattered to upload or even look at my own pictures so here are steph’s
new pants new sweater new new new.
also got them in black.
now i just have to finish painting a few more canvases (yipes!) write up some bullshit on cue cards to go beneath each painting, figure out what to wear, and pop a relax pill. we got balloons too! and i’m having a party platter made up (foods) so you better come! starts at 8, goes ’til late, bring a date or come alone, whatevs mang. bring cash
The Central is at 603 Markham Street in Mirvish Village. (south of Bloor Street and 1 block west of Bathurst Street). We are a two-minute walk from Bathurst Subway Station. phone: 416-913-4586
after awhile of working with fluorescent paints you cannot distinguish the difference between colours, you hit a wall, the flat colours beside them all look white, i’m losing my marbles.
sass, busted ya.
sidecar salad, a bit bland, tons of feta, i’ll stick with the caesar next time.
whipped garlic butter mmmmmmmmm.
charlton cottages in the parklife video.
back to work, back to crazy.
i have tunnel vision for my show right now but i wanted to tell you about a party going on the nite after it, mercer union‘s new wave party celebrating their new space at 1286 bloor/lansdowne.
owen pallett as beardo playing at 8:30
$40 = preview ticket, open bar
$10 = 8pm on, cash bar
djs:
Jaime Sin (7th Heaven)
Produzentin (Hot Nuts)
Isabelle Noël
Join us for the hottest art party of the year and help Mercer Union christen its new gallery space at Bloor and Lansdowne! Channeling the spirit of French New Wave cinema, Mercer’s huge reopening party on Bloor will capture the edginess and insouciance of Nouvelle Vague. Think Jean Seberg hawking the Herald Tribune along the Seine, Anna Karina shimmying to a Serge Gainsbourg soundtrack, and bad-boy Jean-Paul Belmondo speeding through Paris on a scooter…Light up a Gauloise and join downtown Toronto’s sexiest anarchists and gamine girls in celebrating the New Wave on Bloor!
preview 6-8, party 8-late
tx at rotate this, soundscapes, or through mercer at 416.536.1519
also at the door
