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I know this world you don’t.

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Hey blog readereenos. Lets be real now, how you doing? How’s winter? How’s work? How’s your overall quality of life? It’s hard getting through winter eh I think it must be for my hater because she will not leave me alone I speculate that my life must look easy to some? Like sorry you have to work so hard and I eat a lot of chocolate who cares maybe get a new hobby? I work a lot too you giant fucking asshole. And I started working on this work years ago so that I could sit on my ass for the rest of my life writing about myself, eternally. Stop telling me to grow up, why? Are you old as shit is that why my artiste lifestyle unhinges you so much? You must be ugly too, must! The insides of your core definitely are. Ew. It sickens me to even write about you. It is your goal in life to make me out to be as despicable as you feel, day in and out. Everything you say to me is a projection of your self’s reflection and I am tired of your abuse. I had a talk with the police yesterday about you. They called me. I would be afraid, you are being watched. They told me to tell you that.

So, no matter fucking what I post you chirp up about me FINE I will just continue on then pissing you off you sicko fuck. This is where I will be “growing up” turning 30 in Aruba next week. For two weeks. Enjoy your shitty cold temperature. I might go off the grid. Haha kidding there’s wifi at my house don’t worry about that. Yes, my house. For two weeks.

ANywhoooo. My insiders say STFU about you because I AM RAYMI THE MINX. If you have all these alleged jobs and glory why are you obsessing over me? You are a nothing. You are a liar. You wish you were me and “that is sad” but understandable. I mean, I’d totally wish to have cult following infamy too had I not I would SOOOOO want Playboy to recognize and admire and pay me for one. being hot and two. super fucking smart! I’d love to have the spotlight shined on me for years and years of hard work day in and out of blog influencing spin doctoring it girl WORK for telling stories about every goddamn thing and person I do for assholes at home to devour because I know they love it and I’m good at it I am not sorry for doing what I was born to do and doing it well I’m just sorry you can’t figure out how to shine in your own light and are so threatened by me and that you hide after all these years if you super fucking think you can stand toe-to-toe with me and the way I am living my life then why you hiding bro, if you REALLY were my foe and competition then come out with it and own it and lets fucking go, lets let them see who you are and then I will address the PAGES of queries and meticulous obsessive falsities you’ve trolled me with over the years you piece of loser shit. I’m sorry you have to “work three jobs” because you are ugly. I am sorry you are both 20 and 30 years old at the same time somehow and that a man comes and visits you once in awhile???? Like I asked for this information? Do you think I give a shit about you? Do you not have any real friends to tell this shit to? Do you want me to come and fuck you will that make you alright? I am sorry you are so drawn to me because obviously it repulses you this basketball diaries vortex you’re in I just hope I figure out who you are in time that you go full SWF on me.

I am a person afflicted with depression. I am a unique snowflake. I am one of those people. A rock star said that I have star quality. Fact. Many have, continue to. I am well-respected. I am a muse. People I don’t fuck who are more famous and successful adore me. Sorry to break it to you that for lack of a better term I’m, AWESOME. Do I fucking sound off about it every day like every other vapid diva blogger? NO. You clearly see it and that is why you are attempting so fastidiously to break me down. Cyber bullying is your method. Do you know that you have a mental illness? It is a fact that you have mental illness. Repeat that to yourself and work on it. The flow of your negativity ends with me I do not continue this abuse or deliver it to anybody else I do not torment haunt or stalk people, you are disgusting. You are watching someone live their life in the way that they have chosen in order to survive it and the only thing they are guilty of ever is sharing their life with the world. You’re so blindingly jealous of any and everything about me I really feel bad for you but only after I complete visualizing all the violent things I am going to do to you once I find you and before I hand you over to my cop friend. This isn’t a threat it’s a promise. You have ruined too many days of my life, you have harassed and hurt me and because I’m not someone of Julia Roberts a-list stature you are STILL HERE. If I had your identity, crissy, I’d have a restraining order on you. If I was Julia Roberts you’d be written about in US weekly.

Anyway, grown up or not, women journal. They blog. They diarize. Women elder than I adopted MY NICHE, mommy bloggers got on board, teenagers of course too, and that’s awesome because everybody is allowed to do it, to share their life to have differing opinions on shit and share them I never thought that my differing opinions would be so spectacularly horrifying to anger people so much but, that is the nature of the internet people have anger problems and they sound them off online and most without thinking first. I can handle “the haters” thing I get that not all are as mentally matured as I or you or him or that but this is beyond that at this point. This is one person targeting me this is irreversible rage this person will not stop or give up and I am not going to lose this battle until justice is served. I know the phone you use, your city, SO MANY IP addresses, and amount of times on my blog. When you are found, you are fucked. That is a promise.

What’s going to happen when I get into a relationship and have babies are you going to psycho harass me then too? Yeah no you have to end now. We are settling this shit once and for all. I don’t want you to be part of my life anymore. Sometimes life in itself is work you wouldn’t understand that because you’re trapped in a box. Well I am not. I have been trying to illustrate that to the fucking world for 12 years now apparently I HAVEN’T BEEN CLEAR ENOUGH.

Life is work because it just is. Even to vacation that is work. Planning it. Travel insurance, clothes. Accommodation. I have to listen to mom and Lois nag me day in and out leading up to it what to pack. Travel stress/anxiety. Whatever. I am tired of being made to feel guilty about the spoils I receive when I receive them I’m trying to celebrate my fucking life here good grief it’s my fucking birthday month and you will never be happy, if I’m working eight jobs or have 4 boyfriends if I am fat or if I’m thin YOU WILL NEVER BE HAPPY and that’s on you so keep it to yourself.

Look it’s lobster cobb salad! How infuriating! Write a paragraph about it fuckstain!

Standing in lamp light my mom’s idea holy shit do we ever need to grow up or what MAY DAY MAY DAY!!!! Can you pour me a glass of grow up or what please it’s an emergency.

Better sit down because OH SHIT here comes some self confidence now get a load of this I’m posting a selfie something I do a fraction of the amount of time that I used to and comparatively to the attention-seeking ways of my fellow blogging instagramming facebook REST OF THE FUCKING PLANET I hope someone’s there to pick up the pieces of you being blown through a wall over this smug hotel mirror shot and my boot on the toilet what? Oh no…

NOT INSTAGRAM! God fucking Christ NOT Instagram! Don’t take a family photo St. Patty’s Day keepsake like that now what nerve. Grow up and sit in front of an office desk with shuffled work papers on it instead of blogging photos of what you did on holiday like you haven’t been doing this for twelve years already like you just woke up and decided to be a blogger out of the blue something totally foreign like that and what are these words doing here while I’m at it what is this a fucking quippy anecdote or something are you trying to make me laugh here why are you still typing go grow up I SAID get thee to a boring life where we can’t see you or hear you because you make us irate stop telling us things and stuff about things stop daring stop deigning stop trying stop meow!

And now I’m going to organize my seasonal piles of clothing thank you for watching.

You have everything I don’t want

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Hey guys spent the weekend realizing my dream of being a hotel mall rat it was awesome. Splurged on the fam-damily too since I’m stuck around them all the time anyway. Plus my bro never really lives it up like Tray Cray and I. We had my niece let ‘em live a little and it’s my birthday month, beginning of March break for the Hailster before we know it she’s going to be too cool for us. We stayed at the Sheraton and had a rockstar blast. I’ve stayed there many times before I have a lot of history with the big S haha and I breathed a sigh of relief when a ton of shit was forgotten off our bill at check-out.

We had girl’s night mom and I at Milestoners yesterday the first non-hotel meal I think? 4 Bellinis and 4 apps for 40 pretty deece and some personal water bottle vodky may or may not have made its way in to our glasses mom was like nobody cares don’t worry. It’s interesting hanging out with her because we constantly fight but we understand each other, are resigned to the lack of patience but just deal anyway I appreciate her more than she knows or will let her.

I love the underground PATH of Toronto. How you can avoid being cold can catch glimpses of the city’s underbelly these mini fast food places, this photo makes me happy because it is sad. It confirms the sadness I feel afflicted with day in and out. A hobo was sleeping off to the left I didn’t at first notice. I don’t think people should sweep homelessness under the rug ever. I appreciate everything in life that I have and I accept my shitty short comings. My mom’s compassion for the down-trodden is a huge inspiration to me. At first I felt it exploitative but now I see it as kind and honest.

It’s an eccentricity linked-to thing, I’ve inherited it too. Colourful people and life is what my decade-plus blog’s foundation is built upon. I believe in self-improvement and the nostalgia-effect of a hotel staged as backdrop to certain periods of my life is sentimental. Everyone has a favoured hotel with sentimental attachment. It can be a home away from home when away from home and the constant flow of strangers, travelers, each as intriguing as the last perhaps, always an exciting tale around every hallway corner or lobby shadow throw in a pool and let the games begin.

The bonus excitement of it being St. Pat’s weekend was palpable. It’s no mystery I adore escapism so this struck each glory nerve. I am super under-socialized, like always I feel no matter what the hell is going on in my life so it’s like going in to the belly of the attention beast trap. I dunno, people at fashion week for example in the phoney world of that might be accustom to forced socialized pressures of “an event” in a different way than one might at say a hotel lobby where people of all walks are being real, for real. I prefer real. It’s been said of me in photos at events that it’s strained and the look on my face is obvious, it doesn’t mean I don’t like being there I just don’t like certain people who act funky to me there like they know me, I prefer the anonymous kindness of strangers to the pretense of Oh, so you’re here faces.

My birthday falls on Easter this year. Whaddup JC.

I made it to the liqbo before it closed on Sunday at five through throngs of drunks cutting through the mall on their pub thrush breathers. I missioned it through the mall I wasn’t sure what our night plans were going to be but I wanted champers and vodky on standby just in case to avoid ordering room $ervice. Some rummies eyed my precious bag of booze and had me worried I’d have to throw down.

Secret side door smoking section.

View zoom in.

H & S stayed for Saturday night only this was saying bye while waiting for valet.

Bellini accoutrement.

Can’t believe how long she lasted up there.

Fads are fleeting so I’d pass on these pinks but if I was platinum I’d consider them.

I should have bought that scarf hat thing

So gorgeous. I passed this display a hundred times.

So many still lifes. A lot of photos are still sending I gave up have to get ready for gym soon anyway. I’ll try again tomorrow.

Shannon!

The Irish bar smelled like barf so we decided to have a pool/hot tub girl party instead waaaaaaaay better idea.

Marnie was wearing this shirt on Girls last night Shannon pointed out to me which means I am clairvoyant because I bought it Saturday. Hers is likely the designer version of it but anyway it’s gone now cos there was a tear in the sleeve and although it’s really flattering the colour it’s a bit of a one-trick pony so I exchanged it for a cardigan and some jewelry. I didn’t buy it for St. Patrick’s Day either I just love this colour plus according to Sephora emerald is the colour of the year aka anything green which compliments my hair tone like cray. We stayed here long enough for mom to film the Irish dancing girls, didn’t bother ordering a drink and bounced.

Shannon’s scarf is famous guess why.

See how my shirt is static clinging itself to my body lol.

Pretty mom. I’ll blawg her pics later.

Someone made a wise choice and left this behind. OR it was the last one ahha.

Outfit win. They were sweethearts.

His purse matched mine haha. We didn’t want to engage so kept it at that.

I wanted to see Oz but mom doesn’t like fantasy movies WTF!!!!! We saw The Impossible and bawled our eyes out infinity times instead yeah cool story Tracey. Great flick though. Gripping.

Power Puff girls were here.

I would not shout that one out.

Time to hit the treadmill it’s Treadmill Tuesday don’tchaknow.

RAYMIA

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Now here’s my best tweets!


2005. Look at my phone.


2013. Now. Both during my looking like shit life periods IMO. Photo Becca Lemire thanks baby!

Sucking up McDonald’s free wifi thanks Ronald McBlogald. Diet Pepsi coke party.

A little bit Raymdead, can you call in Raymdead? Hi I can’t come in today I am Raymdead. Again.

Now the rain is snow.

Towel jogging pants. All set now life!

I love when my phone tries to tag me in my pictures of food it’s like NO I am not a chicken wing thank you!

Friends calling me on my one word emails – Me: no Him: whoa whoa I didn’t ask for your life story! Slow down! BAHAAHAshut up

Models leads to more models. Should I be the Heidi Fleiss of Model collecting?

I just had a fantasy about buying a pen for the house and delivering speech about it.

Groggy sunny sunshine Sunday.

Longest walk ever.

He revealed his entire charade by reacting emotionally and storming off.

People just cant handle the aftershock of their socks being blown off by how amazing I am.

90’s moratorium.

blue cheese smoked turkey on rye + the hobbit.

And Hobbit the second time around is still boring as shit. I can’t believe it either I know. Sad day. (I didn’t make it the whole way through this time either. Fail. Please Peter Jackson make the next one better.)

Last night was bananers.

AND I took my hair out of the bun and it’s like huge and big Aslan big, and long now for real. Awesome. Now I’m going to watch Girls.

Oh was that throwing sub shade too pfft.

I can’t wait to wear my new shirt what looks like a sloppy Hampton’s house guest coat of armor.

I’d say my shirt is a little more Montague.

Angry like a Russian sky fireball.

Now I’m watching #BBCAN Ep 2. after reading every spoiler and tweet about it last night.

Snowing. Oh it stopped. Lol March.

How much attention you want. > How much attention you get.

Another day in Raymidise.

megatouch omg I’m going to be a barfly again :-)

I hate everything right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This phone flickr everything! those two things!

Sad girls do it worse.

Feenished!

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen or heard about Ford’s wandering hand. Photo via @raymitheminx’s blog. pic.twitter.com/VIK8C3Btv3

I wish I took the four seconds required to learn this.

It’s okay to be a Raymiot.

We couldn’t have done this without me, I’d like to thank my ancestors for their wicked awesome brain genes.

Discovered free sample of fifty shades of grey on my phone last night. Almost at the dirty parts. Then I bet it cuts off haha.

Found out an ex got jilted when she found my blog. Word to the wise do not ever date me! #isurvivedraymi tshirts? Anyone?

This emailing photos to self system is a bust.

Mo Raymi mo problems.

It’s like punk daycare in here. Guess the bar.

I quite like Boston Irish punk music. It’s like when is Matt Damon showing up? When is something going to explode?

What does muy guapa mean.

EFF YOU SEE KAY!!!!!

Working from bed is kinda awesome albeit limiting.

People need to be more strategic, less emotional. #bbcan

Trying to ‘splain right now why flash in public space is a faux pas. No one cares. instagr.am/p/WvYGJgv0BC/

I love when windows of opportunity turn in to shoulda just kept doing that other thing with the extra time surrounding it.

Today is national discount chocolate day.

Toronto is Vegas to Oakville people. #fact. Love it.

Omg someone just sent me the most disgusting “model” pictures ever ahahaha no thank you I will not pose for free to look l like that.

Dad’s like oh look here’s your friend I’m all whose my friend? He shows me The Toronto Sun spread on #RobFord. Nice one Dad!

Grouper, red snapper, scotch bonnet.

How editorial is this nonsense.

Women who possess partial masculine features go far, their looks last a bit longer too.

Chaps. Chaaaaaaaaps. :-) – BEST PLACE ON EARTH. jk

If I were an extremely low flying airplane I’d fly right in to that blue on baby blues. http://instagram.com/p/WhfmgeP0Jb/

GYM TAN WINGS

love hearing about menopause and hysterectomies all the goddamn time too I am living in cocoon except Cocoon SPring BREAK omfg hahahaha

V day is great for cleaning house of all the annoying bros who incessantly pester you every other day of the year then puss out today.

It’s woman’s day. Are men scared or what?

I’m just mad about carob.

“@17_steps: @raymitheminx lard jaysus Stay where ya b I’ll come where ya at ;-P” aye be aye be I’s be dressin like a fisher’s wife I’s be.

Oh great, a psychotically high phone bill arrives.

We all enjoy the madness cos we know we’re gonna fade away.

Ruuuuude and no waymi. why don’t you bring back not pissing me off? ;-)

Read the paper, the internet of the wifiless.

Aussie insult of the day: I think they’re a pack of whinges.

More faces than Big Ben.

You hate me when I’m here and miss me when I go.

Watching George Clooney bbq Julia Roberts a burger in his backyard while she interviews him for Oprah. ughhh why isn’t this my life!

Don’t: mix light caesar sriracha and ketchup.

There’s a party in my head and no one is inviiiited @tameimpala
Good thing password typing isn’t driving cos it just took me five thousand times to get mine right just now agahaha.

Uh oh I ate too many mocolates :-)

I just inhaled black pepper seaweed.

Drinking Starbucks in bed. Even my shins are sore.

They call me rippy tights.

hippie supermarket endorphin ruuuush I’m gonna eat everythingggggg

Please don’t be jealous of me because my neighbour across the street looks like a short haired version of Gimli. What’s up #middleearth!

Gossip is the best when you have no clue who the subjects are and can offer useless input.

Raymaoke will be singing hit the road jack tonight.

Funny how you can’t handle Raymi but in actuality couldn’t handle what I handle. Hangin w/20 yr old models I dare your self esteem to try it.

I feel Raymazing.

“There is no chance of anyone in North America/Canada ever finding out,” OH PLEASE.

Late night confessions. Sometimes you feel like no one really gives a shit about you, they just want to read your blog.

And sometimes not even that! lol

Scrabble with 80 year olds.

Why doesn’t this hotel do coffee whyyyy

Adam rules. “AND I’LL BRING COOKIES. I don’t really like cookies that much so don’t get mad at me if I bring the wrong shit.” #Girls #hbo

twitter from my phone won’t let me reply to dm. wtf. It still won’t WTF??? Helplease.

So bootylicious can’t fit in da frame. Raymi Bunny ♥.

It feels like Burning Man just happened in my head.

The one that got a Raymi.

I was carded at the liquor store. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY.

Chicks dig diet talky.

Someone just asked me if I was wearing a cape.

Drake officially more stupid than we initially thought.

I want pancakes.

Wait a minute, can I have pancakes?

Don’t let anyone hold you back. Ever.

RAYMPOCALYPSE

Still kinda deaf. Lost more weight. Have headache. Sick of salads. Sun’s shining. Must plan 3 outfits for the next 2 days. How Raymnoxious.

I yawned two nights ago and could finally hear (a little bit) out of my ear btw. I know you’re happy for me.

Should have offered him some acting lessons and comedic timing instead ziiiing :-)

Playing with fire.

Interesting evening. Hearing disinformation about your past romantic exploits from your ex bf. What a week.

While drinking with him when you shouldn’t be.

Took me forever to fall asleep last night, Rayminsomnia.

What do you get someone who has been reading your blog for 11 years?

No one likes a sore winner.

Now speaking in Manchester accent.

Sugar free polish ice tea.

@raymitheminx ha, we meant your raymazing article on Fucked Up. but this could be fun too.

Your memories aren’t invited. #themaster

Be careful when you mix sriracha and fiery jerk. BE CAREFUL.

Auntie Wynn just put down the word gag.

About to discover what a cup of Tim Horton’s tastes like with a shot of itself in itself. Sounds gross already.

I hope complaining makes ear pain go away.

Love reading my drunk tweets from the night before it’s like yes world, I AM hilarious.

A purple 80’s tricked out sports car unironically speeds by.

When I’m depressed I listen to Judy Garland. Clang clang clang went the trolley and shit!

I love that people in LA are allowed to be insane #RichardSimmons and/or drugged AHAHA. #ChelseaLately

You gotta be somebody’s baby you gotta learn to lose control you gotta go a little crazy release the animal. #gossip

You don’t know who you are until you leave where you’re from.

Happy Birthday Jackie baby

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Happy Birthday, Jack Kerouac. Born 12 March 1922, died 21 October 1969.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Kerouac’s Rules for Writing

Fellow writers were always asking Kerouac how he did what he did so he set down 30 essentials in something he called Belief and Technique for Modern Prose – here are my interpretive notes on them.

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Agree. Have tons of these. So much nonsense on this computer, good stuff, meaty and zero recollection of anything other than it’s the shit I should be blogging but am too afraid to so put it in a book instead, let it marinate a little bit until I am tougher.

2. Submissive to everything, open, listening

Yes. There could be a story at every, any corner. You are a spy of the world.

3.Try never get drunk outside yr own house

Oh please!

4. Be in love with yr life

Make it as fun as possible.

5. Something that you feel will find its own form

Don’t try so hard to push a voice or persona, don’t be false, be real. The flow will come naturally. Let it.

6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind

GO CRAYMI. Often. Opinions and observations, hopeful and true and above all else, honest. I don’t know what the fuck do you think this means?

7. Blow as deep as you want to blow

Just do whatever the fuck you want man be a lit candle because the rest of the world can’t or don’t feel comfortable doing what they really want to do but if you don’t then don’t. HAhaha uh?

8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind

Like I already said.

9. The unspeakable visions of the individual

Can y’all grandiose-size that?

10. No time for poetry but exactly what is

Deep.

11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest

Yes we know you manic compulsively have to get that shit out, the thoughts.

12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you

Kind of buddhist monk-like, isolated, writers are very monastery but back then no internet so I bet he’d be like surfing multiple pages instead of staring at an apple, prob a bit of both.

13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition

BOOYAKASHA! It’s the message not the envelope.

14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time

Now you are speaking my language, hold the Proust. Teahead means pothead btw.

15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog

Hell yeah this is your Tyler Durden wet dream kind of thing, funny hilarious musings, running dialogue and commentary of every single thing going down at a supermarket. Essay-length accounts of walking eight yards to get a coffee there is what we think and what we say and what we can’t say, we write. Just remove identity if it’s secretive, manipulate time and space.

16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye

I dunno get to the point or the core of the drama, the root, the real deal business, no pussy footing around.

17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

Love your shit. Own thy shit. Be amazeballs about your amazeballs. Fuck the haters. The hater does not exist. You are awesome. Don’t go full-Kanye though. No divas.

18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea

Is he referencing Nirvana here?

19. Accept loss forever

This one is tough.

20. Believe in the holy contour of life

You only got one.

21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind

Bend the rules. Make your sentences melodic. Don’t write like a robot. Go with the mania.

22. Don’t think of words when you stop but to see picture better

Be descriptive but not of necessity show the vase don’t tell it, talk like yoda like how I am right now. Learn karate?

23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning

Blog. Daily posts are entries of your life. Rise early and reflect.

24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

Respect that what you do don’t keep skeletons or secrets just out with it.

25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it

Exactly.

26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form

Like On the Road, the book is like a movie so they adapted it which allegedly was killed by K. Stew but whatever a good writer is like reading a movie.

27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness

Pain is good for writing. My writing has bettered ten-fold because I am the most miserable I have ever been in my life at this period in time. I am humble and real about it and soul searching, working on myself, whatever, basically loneliness is a painful thing that people endure. It makes you stronger, creative. It has many benefits, builds character because there is less noise, other people’s garbage in your way.

28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better

Yeah but make it rule and don’t just invent crazy, tame it a little.

29. You’re a Genius all the time

Thank you.

30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

RIP buddy. I think you mean make it God-approved? Don’t kill or hurt people, have a conscience. Gotta go get ready to not try number 3 now why is that one in bold ooooh mystical. Alrighty then. RLW out.

Over everybody until they are under me.

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Hi world I am back, still angry but not as much. Don’t blog angry I always say. Never say. Just said to myself in the kitchereeno rolling a dewb. Today just feels like there aren’t enough hours in it which makes me bitchy and the time change plus staying up longer because of this extra hour, I dunno. Also I lost five pounds ahah so my body is out-control I am giving up on dieting and just living my life that’s how I will lose weight by eating cupcakes and being happy. Sick plan bro.

Okay I’m going to stop talking about myself for a bit now. I took the girls to see Ginger and Rosa last night. Bloggers and media and brainy hipster influencer chicks get to see premieres before everybody else because then they go home and write hyper-focused and detailed accounts of the film that they saw. I was grilled in the car ride home about why we got to see that movie before everybody else and it was funny copping a buzz and saying any retarded fucking reason I wanted because social media arrived out of thin air and there are probably endless reasons why I’m an influencer which was not the question posed but yeah, I like the arty dark stuff, I know Jen, my blog is media I guess then there’s the brand Smörgåsbord getting in on it but really there’s a huge movie scene in Toronto which is one of the places Sally Potter’s movie premiered like a blink of an eye gone again until the rest will see the film at month’s end and I will be in Aruba the movie will catch like wildfire, memes will be created, quotes, tumblr-spreads and animated .gifs – seeing it first is a privilege and special offering to in-crowd and movies leave indelible marks on the psyche, hallmark cult classics you never forget where you were and when you first saw it.

Tracey and Lolo are a bit like Ginger and Rosa to me. They’ve been fighting lately. Things have been stressful, rough, long winter, I hear that everyone is suffering in their own way to get through it so we are not alone, world, that’s comforting. I thought the triad should get back together again, Lois kept saying it was our comeback ahah like Tina Turner? And who are you saying that to anyway? Just kidding. We had a smashing good time and 40 Argentinians were staring at us and winking all throughout our couch hang. We went up to Panorama because I wanted them to see it so we stayed for a drink and some flourless chocolate cake. Mom thinks it felt like New York.

Toronto looks good with a chandelier on it. In the day the view is fabulous I have a blog post if you google raymitheminx panorama you can find it.

I wonder how pissed Dakota is that her sister gets all the indie gigs and she gets Twilight roles, aside from crying all the way to the bank, pissed off? I mean, she paved the way for Elle Fanning. Thanks for the Evian, Evian. Some vodky may or may not have slipped in to mine.

The triad is going to Aruba for 2 weeks. It was my intention to float away forever there, turn into a brown raisin, and die. Channeling Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas which I’ve never actually seen but insist upon detailed accounts of from friends who have seen it. Anywhooters I haven’t accomplished enough for suicide/disappearance yet so RELAX YOUR FACE. The point is I am going to Atlanta for a bounty of trubs beforehand so I can press pause on screaming at the sky until winter’s duration ends. I’ve had wanderlust since September. Single people SHOULD travel. I’ve done enough loafing so now it is time to make tracks. BTW I just found out our magician frenemy in Aruba isn’t there anymore so now I can’t be sawed in half. Wahh.

Nip slip dammit. I have 40 pics like this. I didn’t notice because I was paying attention to looking skinny. I forgot to buy spanx yesterday. Guys if you are fine with embracing a fat hero I am totally fine with turning in to Jessica Simpson fat ahha.

Jk I’m going to yoyo until I’m a skeleton again and hopefully get lyposuction in Fatlanta.

I asked Sally Potter if she was Ginger or Rosa? She hemmed and hawed of course then said Ginger. I’m not going to spoil it but obvi Ginger is the one who gets betrayed so it really is a yin & yang sort of flick. Annette Benning is a treasure as well, I love her. Perfect. It’s a period movie set in ’62 so nostalgia original gangster hipster ground zero, a mental holiday flick and I took turns looking at my mom’s face and my godmother’s, we had a really good time, bonding like bananas in the super front row right in front of the chairs where the Director herself Sally Potter would sit and we would be guaranteed answers to our questions posed only to just talk to her as I “got” her entire film, it turned conversational and mom and I got a few questions each. It was moving and inspiring to see a woman who dedicated herself to something for four years, something artistic packed with emotion and lessons, relatable pain. We’re all kinda emo right now so it’s comforting to get lost in other people’s pain. AND these two broads were born around the time of this movie’s setting – I knew some shit might hit home for Trace and Lo. Mom said she’s Ginger. Everybody is Ginger I think.

Get yourself thigh high boots. Shannon “wants to take care of these” while I’m in Aruba ahaha oh please.

Old news sorry I kind of liked it. My boobs btw are bigger it’s ridonkulous I’d think I was preggers had I not blasted in months! Longest dry spell ever I may as well write stand-up about it. I am equal parts proud of myself and a robot. COOL. Cool?

I went on a hilarious date here before oh that’s right you’ll probably pull that blog post up if you google raymitheminx panorama as well ahahahha omg I had blond hair and a lot of extensions in. If the photos don’t appear tell me and I’ll re-html them for you #iamaniceguy.

For her dating profile go and get it boys.

Omg that shirt is so adorable. Lois has EVERYTHING. Every dream girly shirt you could ever want. Bangin’.

We caught up on all our gossip and I rapped real talk to her about some of her biz ahha mom likes it cos I cut to the chase and then Lois thinks about it. We are a good pack.

Thanks Jen!

Read this and be underwhelmed.

Me in two weeks. Part of my anger is the photo out of sortsness that ends up making my blog posts aggressive.

Dessert. Not poutine. Not actually burgers but cupcakes omg!

Or closed?

And from this view side.

Smugly stupidly yours, Raymbo.