Wait til ya see what I’ve cooked up today. Jasmine and I are doing three solos EACH. Introducing our new burlesque irish rouge haired jewel RED VELVET and not to mention body like a pistol PADDY CAKES and some FAMOUS SPECIAL GUESTS to boot as well $300 cash dollaz in prizes for your costumes. This is the party of the night O_O AB FAB DJ PLUS Socialite Band Aid Allison DeeLite.
I hope you’ve rested cos you’re going through Haunted Harem Academy, through the MINX MUNITIONS Cabaret. Christina fuck’n Aguilera wishes she was this hot still. DOORS AT 9PM rsvp on this FB invite to ensure entry this is the NYE of Halloweekend party. xo Raymi The Minx. Ps. I walked on THE CN TOWER YESTERDAY MORNING. You don’t know the meaning of brave. Hope you like polo whips. mwah.
Plus you get to see this again:
but with red velvet
And im pouring blood all over my seemingly naked body at the end of my last solo a la Carrie at the prom and our opening act is the opening sequence from Nightmare before Christmas I LOVE IT!!!
“I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s adventures in Wonderland: Through the looking glass. My aunt gave me all of the proper volumes of these books when I was young, and Madeline. NOSTALGIA.
NICE!
I ate two cheesecake pops. I eat like a pig I swear and I dance a lot and am hyper-active and totally busy everyday, stressed of course, so my metabolism is churning like bananas, stop telling me to eat poutine! Because I am like 4 times weekly no lie and it’s not that “other stuff” either so get that idea out of your head. I’m focused and driven and I restrict though, as equal parts as I am slothenly, I believe in a good life balance of all things evil and good. I am also totally bananas too, of course.
None of these will be in sequence because for the fifteen billionth time, my mom blasts her shots on facebook and I download them, that is our technology-exchange hangover dance I get assaulted with each Friday after a good coug crawl shit show piss up. We’re like the Kardashians but better. That’s what I said to my mom’s new best friend the guy with pink hair that Julio thinks isn’t the real Jeffree Starr, I dunno, I live in a PeeWee’s placehouse Dirty Jobs surreality time space continuum and it seems the freakier I get the freakier everyone else seems or it’s the lifestyle, guys, am I the chicken or the egg? Bok. SEE!
Fab right? My mom took 3445 pictures of them. I think they may show to my burlesque party on Saturday night at The Bovine. Who is coming? It’s going to be redonkulous. 9PM BOVINE 542 Queen Street West. HAUNTED HAREM BURLESCAPADE!
RSVP to ensure you’ll get in. Tomorrow may get cray-zay. It feels like NYE to me I dunno why?
Who wants to play chess with me some day? PAWNS!
I went as hipster Alice. That red shrug thing I bought in the hospital when I was visiting my nana and then I bought her an entire outfit to wear around hospital town (it was over holidays) and she said oooh you’re doing very well. She’s from Manchester and a total cheapskate, ha, some guy and I were stereotyping every british division recently and I go yeah well my nana is so cheap she made a christmas announcement for all the older cousins (my brother, cousin jeremy and I) that we were no longer getting presents ever again AHHAhaha like as we were opening our LAST presents gaha It’s ok they’re pensioners.
They called us media darlings. There’s social media darlings too. My venn diagram would have both overlapping and then in the middle a demon seed, capital ME. The week is getting to me so everything is funny and amusing at the moment, this blog will post will benefit.
Accidentally Bridget Jones’d them (the scene when she shows up in a bunny costume and her dad a priest) my mom was intent on her cop outfit (she is a 3 trick pony, it’s always cat ears or cop, seriously?) and I knew it was optional which in Toronto to-do society means boring smart expensive dresses and some pieces of flare which is why I let it happen and showed up myself like Cabbage Patch Braveheart.
Hi-jacked tweet wall with drunk tweets cos they kept cycle-rotating and I have never ever seen a tweet or any thing of mine on a board ever, I know right?
Jennifer is amazing, she treated us like queens, total VIPLEASE :).
Trying to find that headband of mine in this dump was what made me late plus re-cooperating from harth fest and tomorrow is Haunted Harem and today I walked on the cn tower. Sunday I fly to Jupiter.
Mom you have to wear that hat precisely like I taught otherwise you look stupid.
My girls terrified him off, well, maybe spellbound him a little, he came over and Lois goes We’re leaving soon thinking he was security then my mom fired 30 questions at him and I go yeah, that’s future me right now ahaha. We always collect party groupies and look at me I’m a flippin’ collectable doll representing some mysterious and unidentifiable nation, beer goggle kryptonite.
Classic horribly unflattering dances with Lois photo, we are getting good at this except this time at the hoxton and not at Emma’s Back Porch and it’s Sean instead of Philip. There are man cougs in our den too did you know? BTW they’re not actual cougs ok, the term has eclipsed its original meaning, it just means elder gals who still kick it. I went to Ultra once (and only once) and was gobsmacked by the geezers in there, and doing cocaine too, talking 60+ Yorkville/Forest Hill dripping in money I was like HAAAAAaaaay! I’ll find that post review. Getting in alone was difficult enough and I was also dressed like a complete sweaty idiot of course. I’ll write a poor girl’s guide to being an elitist someday.
Air keyboards!
Haven’t worn these shoes in ages, one sole is split halfway, when I was a server I wore them a lot. Had a good wipeout once with a pint in each hand and WHAMMO on some water I was going mach ten and neither pint spilled entirely BONUS the drummer smashed the cymbal for me as a “nice one”. LEGEND.
Charise can I get their contact? We were in a party vortex in the end, I gave them my car but you know how it goes.
Oh mom. Well, the thing with people investing in people who have websites or sponsor them rather I was told by a big wig dude that, there is a thing about “might get hit by a bus” clause which can also be applied to genetics. You could invest in my “brand” because I will have no cellulite ever in life, you will be long dead before that happens. My traffic is very high for a Friday and I didn’t even dance or show my tits. Next week I’m filming something for a sexy client I am so stoked, they ran in to me on Nuit Blanche and LOVED me on camera. This photo actually is amazing, I took it, the smoke, the fishnets, and the bodies moving beyond it is very retro homecoming dance.
Cheesecake tree adorable. everything was adorable, sophisticated and classic.
I love when my mom plays victim like this in front of strangers which instigates a fight thus proving my alleged horribleness meanwhile she’s pinching me under the table, spitting in my face (twice) at the keg (drunk/playful/too far) um, sixteen million other things, being a mom you know? I love her blabbity blah but it’s like hanging out with myself who is ten times more ADHD and zero filter, plus meaner. Mom you’re a bully!
But then true to form she’s also a very effective queen bee and gets people like these in her hive, and I would be just far too shy. She’s clueless too, I forget the pink haired guy’s name I spied him at Circa’s (RIP) opening night once and put him on my blog, but anyway, which one is Stephen cos that’s the guy that emailed me. I love this. Julio died when he saw these and how clueless Tracey the Minx is in a slutty cop costume, I knew this would happen I am machiavellian like that. I LOVE that they are fixing their hair at the same time here. Thanks for finding me my future soul mates mom!
I am being hit on here. Chillax nothing happened. He was a pup. Still got it! Oh and we were party Debbies because 1. open bar 2. I didn’t leave the house all day til quarter to midnight because I am a nocturnal lazy ass blogger, duh. 3. and my mom and lois hate going back to their boring suburban lives and we like to give’r. Mom can I blab the secret about the parking lot garage um, happenings? LOL. Omg teacher says I was black out loaded and slurring I totally lied about how many drinks I had and when I stopped to like, everyone today. Including my taxi driver. HAhahaha. I live in a fucking cartoon I know right? Socks are purposely uneven because that’s what Alice would do.
His aunt and Uncle so we weren’t the very last party revellers. I admired her pants earlier on. I love rich people because they wear pants like Eddy Murphy’s Delirious. See. And don’t give a fuh-uh-!
With Charise addition this is so YMCA.
Took me a little bit to get that Lois’ dress was actually legit Queen of hearts barmaidy. I love halloween because it’s the Barbie of slutty outfits.
Guess what guys, Lois is eligible. You have to be screened by Tracey and I though. Keep refreshing as you enjoy this hangover of the fabulous I have about 30 more to add, it’s Fridate blog date with the Minx!
… anne, bad look for you #fireball13 but i relate cos when my eyebrows are @bd_haircare tinted my face looks weird.
Omg I could just scream if my mom gets more gay besties than me. That’s it we are in a fight now. That’s how socialites talk, sorry, tawlk. Lol. Omg I want to be in an F Scott Fitzgerald movie right now. So posh.
OOOH if i wear eyelashes beneath my eyes it will cover my eye bags. Genius.
I like night’s end when the dance floor is clear a bit and you get every song you want played and there’s like a half hour window when you know that you are entitled to do anything you want and the security can’t help but stare at everything you do so then everything becomes brattier but you can’t help yourselves? Times that by 365 days and you have my life I guess.
They arrived before me and my mom called, hissed that all these very nice well dressed people were coming out NOT in costume and they were standing on the corner like floozies bahhaha BURN so I said phewf no way I am wearing “that clown suit” my disney raggedy anne slutty get-up. Also, if I am going to go out the night after an event (that of my own grand spectacle not to mention) I need to seclude myself in my sanctuary chambers all day long and do nothing, be undisturbed in order to conjure up the energy again, if I’m to go out at all. But I was no doubt disturbed all day long (ha don’t even, too easy) so I had to severely fight through the malaise and wont to loaf but Sheena’s Place is a great cause and if I had to party in the name of charity then goddammit I will.
Lois bought a print for charity, I told her to put it up at her restaurant. Her father brought pizza to Canada you know, Hamilton. Her restaurant is a fixture.
Julio and I are in a skeletal race, which is why I shove my arms behind him and Sabrina. Sab is a hot and sought socialite, I likey. Omg Sabzpr I just figured it out lol. I need to go to PR school.
They emailed me before I even went out, my mom made that much of an impression and chatted me up. Apparently behind my back she is super proud of me and talks me up all the time why can’t I be a fly on the wall for those conversational beat-downs instead of all the annoying nagging that I get? Mom tell me their names! They’re in my email I bet but I am afraid to open it cos there’s too many.
Nice photoshop skills mom.
Did you have a good time Sean?
We’re like the Kardashians but better.
I like my mom’s camera cos the flash makes everyone look like a four year old. See the flamingo up there? nice touch. I could reach one on the dance floor and showed off my new party skill to 2 people who barely cared. #FTW!
Mom what unsightly thing did you crop out cos this is a weirdly shaped image?
Wait so this isn’t the Hooker ball?
Hey mom their dress print is like our old couch no wonder you loved them.
That kilt makes me look like a blob. I bought it during a burlesque rehearsal break in kensington market last summer, two summer’s ago last summer (time flies) and then I never wore it.
This was surreal. Pouring myself some coffee and will be back to rap a few with you kids cos I know you’re jonesing. I am totally Friday exhausted so don’t expect too much.
This is a photo of a photo. I am going to have vertigo nightmares tonight I know it.
Yes I look like shit, but I passed the breathalyzer! ZERO! WHAT???
First time up EVER. Way to do it, go big or go home, crying.
I have conquered the CN Tower, what else is there to do in this city? I have a DVD of the whole thing so I’ll get that online somehow. Kristy our guide was hilarious and insane, the whole thing is gigantically insane, has to be, you’re on the top of the friggin’ CN TOWER!
Ten billion shots and growing i have to meditate before my next fantastic voyage tonight with the cougs and Reagan at the hoxton for the fireball and I am going as sexy alice cos it’s alice in wonderland themed. PUMPED. Tomorrow morning I am walking on the CN Tower so it’s not too late to make a donation so please email me about that I’m pretty disappointed in you Little Raymis with all I do for you here you can’t bloody seem to be able to donate to a good cause, I’m taking money out of my own pocket as well canvasing for donations in person tonight. One day this blog will be subscription based only and you will all be fucked. People (my friends) berate me for not going out to their things or whatever when I’m stretched thin enough, they can’t be bothered to come to my events or give a care about so why should help them?
Wah wah wah 180 photos colleague uploaded I’ll throw more and more up periodically until I bounce on outtie while having some celebratory wine and light salted lays. That is the chick who destroyed my tights ahha.
Meika is my roller derby girlfriend, by the end of the night the psycho derby chicks were all making out it was like whip it man that was a genius addition to the party I had.
All ready for take-off.
Gloves were a nice touch, one reason why we took the jumping into Jasmine’s arms part out because we were so slippery but also because I was laughing too much because to me Jasmine looked like a mortician or hearse driver with that hat and gloves and perfect quaffed Funeral Director hair so morbid I know but that’s where I was.
Yes, you would get more traffic if you did shit like this, but you don’t, so, you don’t.
Glad I threw my nipple pasties on, was gonna go full nipple commando cos I’m the flat one (they call me legs down south lol) but the dress is loose in the bust for me and you can see all inside it when I bend over plus, hello, it’s burlesque duh! Need to get new ones for Saturday OMFG I AM SO EXCITED! I am learning to be sexier and less hyper-active, oldies are hotter so I’m gonna stop trying to do my favourite top 40 hit every month LOL.
I had to change my stockings halfway through the night, so glad I threw that pair in my carry-on. A girl went by me and her hippie purse snagged my fishnets while she kept walking, it was really funny and before that my other thigh hooked on to part of a suitcase zipper hahaha, toast.
It’s really nice to dance with Bunny Angora again too. I think we are bonding and if she goes blonde, we’ll be blonding. That too.
RIP fishnets. You’ll see pics of the cute little culprit once colleague uploads them.
I’m afraid to check my phone and email for all the pics that are rolling in. Overwhelmed. Love it. I live for these days and reason why I blog at all, as much anxiety and nerves, I thrive on it. I love a production and if it’s not a spectacle I want none of it. Last night’s party was the funniest thing ever I am so proud of us, thank you to everyone for coming, taking part, helping organize and get the party running professionally. Bang up job. Yay to the (anti-corporate) underdogs! (Get me a corporate sponsor lol).
Not only am I the flat one, I’m the flasher. I’ve shrunken some more so my underwear is also loose. Once you get thin enough you can start wearing thongs and all kinds of ridiculous experimental stuff and be friends with Kate Moss. I ate half a pizza last night I have no idea how I woke up like a greyhound.
Showin’ the goods.
Poor Teacher, his life must be so rough, all this behind the scenes nudity, wonder what tales make it to his colleagues at lunch today ahhaha.
Lol.
Just like a wittle baby.
I look wasted.
Yep not a bad day indeed.
It would have looked ridiculous on that ring, sloppy. Maybe we can do it at the Bovine, would have to lose the gloves.
And now I look like a Real Doll. Creepy. Hilarious.
I want to get a nude mesh suit from Miss Behavin or somewhere. I need a sex store sponsor, duuuuh. It’ll happen. raymi@raymitheminx.com
Bunny has a great smile, you wouldn’t know it though ahha. She looks like a young Eileen, my nana kind of funny and probably why I let her get away with bitchy comments directed at me all rehearsal long. I love this kid!
Jasmine is a true gem too. She approached me after my solo at Tattoo Rock bar and said I want to do what you do too and now we’re building a little dancey empire, I’ve brought in Bunny and she’s brought in Red Velvet plus there’s Paddy Cakes. I have to find the business card for that buxom chick who approached me at last Bovine show, oh and if Seska is around she is always welcome on stage too. MINX MUNITIONS is growing.
we’ll be performing it again Halloween style Saturday night with Red Velvet plus many more routines. 9PM Bovine Sex Club 542 Queen street W rsvp and get your name down cos you know it’s going to be slammed.
Helping each other is hot. Shoulda seen us rehearsing in the ring, al the instruments bobbling and bouncing and I have never had more fun than dancing in the ring with the roller derby chicks IN THEIR ROLLERSKATES wile andy milonakis raps. Sean you are a legend for the wrestling ring idea. It was mayhem. Looking over footage now and laughing my head off. BEST NIGHT!
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
It didn’t last for very long though cos I destroyed three pounds of wings and we had hurricanes (tradition!) and that other drink that’s southern comfortable and JD plus coke and lime, oh man, pahhty. I’d be lying if I said my shirt and overall wicked constitution didn’t single-handedly change the entire vicinity’s night by way of positive atmosphere and good times party vibe, I mean, why do you go to a bar anyway, to be crabby? Fuck off.
Ok chillax brethren, no I am not that conceited I am just on a personal obsessive journey at looking babetastical sorry for angering you, actually no, I won’t. Apologizing makes you look tireder, you should apologize to me for ruining my “chi”.
No I am not actually that tiny, the bigness of the shirt makes it appear as such. Ok just kidding I am that tiny.
Even though he took this it was my vision.
We had a very very nice time because two night’s ago at pizzeria libretto we did’nae and it wasn’t my fault for once but it’s too bad I am a zen master at squabbles and have a ZERO TOLERANCE attitude towards bullshit so I got in a cab and hung out with myself for the rest of the evening. I likes to keep it mysterious and also when these couple fights occur it’s not that I am that close to pulling the bat shoot (escape rip cord, saying my brother has) it’s that, I am not wasting my life fighting any fucking more. Fighting about nothing too, at that. We went in all smiley and I was excited for my first time out of the house from working all damn day long (I am a prisoner to this blog and managing two events in a week on top of that, nahmean) so I feel sorry for the guy who decides to conjure a dark cloud above us. I take things like emotions and feelings seriously, cos aside from those things in life what else have you got to really care about if you’re sad all the time? For the sake of my sanity I have to keep it positive. When I sit in my colleague’s car and he starts dumping his problems on me I say thanks but no thanks, I specifically chose an unconventional lifestyle like a circus freak to entertain, delight and distract myself from the BURNING CONSTANT SADNESS WITHIN ahaha so don’t bring me down, chum. Also, I am not your therapist. Honestly my headspace is precious and there is enough goin’ on in there, I don’t want your horseshit.
It’s annoying that I can’t even reference half the people I’d like to in my own fairy tale as everyone knows my history so I can’t even bend the truth slightly to protect the identities of the (not so) innocent. #bloggerproblems. All I’m saying is I don’t claim to not be a handful or high maintenance but if you an’t handle the Raymi show then get a more subservient wallflower of a girlfriend, cos that ain’t me and I am firing full attention aggressively in to my career and it takes a lot out of me, I stated clearly in the beginning that I do not have time for relationship feelings or focusing on them, and it’s not that I don’t love you it’s just that I don’t have time to sit on the couch and stare at you all the time like a fucking velvet underground moment so back off me I’m busy type shit! If I was a dude I would be just left alone to smoke my Sean Connery pipe and stroke my beard in the den while I stared in to the NYT and ignored my wife, oh, what a fantasy! Sometimes I look like I am being distant but I’m not, well I am, but really, it’s just me working, writing. It has to be done! These are how most fights start to which I have previously stated, I am not doing anymore. Difficult? Fine I’ll leave, no but that would be heartbreaking. I asked if he would feel more lost with or without me and he said it was the latter and then felt like shit all day long yesterday. I don’t have time for this I am planning for two shows, managing other dramas, taking dramas, I have ENOUGH thank you. I see everything that he is doing and I have done exactly the same in the past, you’re just more coveted when you’re busy, God I get snarky fucking emails daily from my closest truest of friends and spats on facebook chat cos whatever their mini crisis is obviously supersedes the importance of my shit, which is obviously so busy and manageable and perfect and not at all hard gruelling work and all I want to do is watch big brother uk.
My phone dings incessantly now, and especially today. I can’t manage my career by myself anymore I need help, a budget, money, ugh. I can’t manage a career and a relationship if the relationship is causing stress then I remove the source of stress in my life and no we are not breaking up it just gets intense, it gets to the point where it drives him crazy and I am tired of being painted like a monster. He is dating two people, me and my blog and you guys. Everyone asks how he is managing, or manages. I said on our first date I was famous, he laughed at me, I said I was smarter than him too because we were engaged in a pissing contest and I got him to agree, that is how I am zen master in fighting and why raymi the minx is a notorious flame war vigilante because I cannot back down or ever be wrong, yes, it is relentless but I am definitely, without a doubt, the greatest thinker of your time. Say what you want about me and think I am this or that but I am an enjoyable read, a must read, addictive blabbity blah when this week is over I am finishing my book.
My mom doesn’t like it when I go all arrogant on my blog thing here and I said last week I rarely toot my own horn, I don’t get a chance to cos every time you get a step ahead that’s three steps back’s worth of trashed on by “the people”. I have to be bigger than life otherwise no one would care. It’s not narcissism, well, maybe I am a professional narcissist. De-construct celebrity, and put it on a blog, your blog. Don’t be surprised when it works.
He likes this one but I don’t see it.
I think once every blog post seems like it is selling something the dream is lost.
This is ironic because I want this restaurant to give me an unlimited open bar for life (we’ll tip half of it every time to our server) because I am making it our new regular and I have a habit of making shit popular, I know the value of my influence, or power rather and guess what before today you didn’t realize your weird belly shirt looked good on you. I am always selling shit without trying, it’s a skill and a plague.
I wanted to talk about Amy Winehouse but instead this turned into all about me (Raymi Winehouse) big surprise, like her death being alcohol-related. I didn’t want to talk about it right beneath this picture of me holding my favourite drink but I guess it is pertinent albeit obvious. I hate gimmicks. Blaha says the platinum haired girl.
When I was 20 I had a breakdown, I was an advanced youth and did a lot of things very young. I saw the World Trade Center collapse with my very own eyes at 18, I made Sex TV and The National Post at 19, the circus frenzy of my blog that is happening now happened to me at 19 and I snapped under the pressure, I was not managing my life properly at all, I was doing drugs and partying and I felt like I was part of and making a movement and I was also in an extremely extremely abusive relationship with a dealer, yeah, I pretty much took life by the balls and squeezed until I went legitimately insane.
And so after a breakdown you pick up the pieces that fell out of your head, largely your heart. I had lost Raymi this girl that my entire hopes and future dreams were resting on the shoulders of. I went to drug and alcohol rehabilitation meetings despite being many months sober and having no desire, triggers, (haha lush group terminology) or money, I lost it all, and my friends too, the party was over.
I did not belong in these meetings and I think I made everyone uncomfortable because they were legitimate ex-junkies, drunks, in their 40’s and up, I was 20 years old and like totally there ironically it seemed, in my Gallaz skate shoes, arms crossed, I never said a word. My spirit was broken from depression, I was Prozac Nation-incarnate (rent it or youtube a clip, the book by Elizabeth Wurtzel) and the point of this group was to graduate to this class (where it got more labour-intensive zzzz) which I was denied access to and that was the best fucking day of my life and proof to my psychotic mother that SEE I was FINE now back the hell off. My dad said to me in hindsight, those groups were a dumb idea. I remember the talk on the phone with the lady, picture me, 20 years old totally coherent being turned down for a drug and alcohol class that was like 3 times a week. Am I supposed to act sad here? My mom was just trying to find something for me to do and I had overstayed my welcome at my brother and girlfriend’s house, which was actually MY house too so imagine how lazy, slothenly, and self-entitled it degenerated in to. Behind my back they called me RELAXO based on one of the dudes in the lottery super seven commercials and speaking of, I watched so much television I started buying super 7’s and then the night before the draw would lie in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking tomorrow would be my lucky day. Yeah, I’d kick that the fuck out of a drug and alcy class too for sure.
But there is one thing that I actually learned and never ever forgot and it is exactly the reason why Amy Winehouse died, or how rather. We sat through all these boring videos but I actually loved them because we could sit in the dark and I could think about my boyfriend in Los Angeles who had no doubt moved on because Raymi was dead now remember? They turned the lights out and I wouldn’t have to be nervous about having to speak up anymore and the movies ate up class time.
There was one particular video where a dude explained the life of a lush who drank and drank but then became sober again and then after many years of sobriety he fell off the wagon again (all these lush sayings, enabling in a sense) and died. It was because he drank like he used to, the mind does not forget to the degree it thinks it can take the booze, cos like Amy no doubt drank like a powerhouse so when she took it up again figured she could still drink like a champ, sorry girl, not the case. So, it was an accident, but deliberate, based on ignorance. To clarify, you sober up for years then you go on a bender one night out of the blue that turns into black out drinking picking up beers at a bodego or whatever, YOU WILL DIE. Cleaning up at all from years of toxic abuse is second chance enough, in alcoholand (Like Duff Gardens) you rarely get second chances. So they used the image of a dude on a bench kind of funny cartoon drawing with shitty powerpoint technology of him flopping over dead off the bench. I was lobotomized, it had no effect on me but I stored it away in my long term memory department for a rainy day cos I knew it was important to know.
You have to graduate to being that level of drunk again but with stubborn drunks, one is never enough, functioning alcoholics are belligerent and, well, drunk.
So now when I drink I think I’m going to die all the time. No I don’t drink to that degree but I’ve had my moments it feels, even a little can affect me, I also see how my friends behave, I don’t miss much. I don’t understand why the detail about the vodka bottles everywhere only came out now with the final death analysis? Like their hands are in their pockets and they’re scuffling stones around and go, ok, ok fine, it was alcohol. Well NO SHIT!
I’m related to a famous dead drunk, I write and behave like one, my lifestyle is ridiculous and luckily vanity requires abstinence to maintain beauty so in a way you can say narcissism has saved my life. I am glad I escaped the 27 club jinx, I’m not superstitious but I made one self-fulfilling prophecy occur once in my life and 365 days is a really long opportunity to do something stupid when you play with fire daily and already live like you are going to die tomorrow. The point of this is I can relax now cos if I die it won’t be special enough now that I am 28. When I was in the hospital my mom was told to start mourning my death, or in therapy I can’t remember where she learned such a defeatist thing but there you have it the story of the family touched by addiction, everyone suffers. I am happy that I won my battle though we’re not out of the woods yet.
I wrote this post to kick it old school Raymi. It’s good to be back.
SEE YOU TONIGHT AT 99 Sudbury 8PM I’ll be checking you in.
xo
Shit like his party is the very reason I do what I do. Andy Milonakis is one of my idols, I am going to be a hot mess. Come watch!
