It’s just too much yellow for meh plus I have the purple one and that’s enough, oh I dunno. Let the bidding war begin. Size small. No wait let me get my donation page, highest bidder gets it. Haven’t had as much time as liked to campaign for donations and maybe I am just a little bit scared of WALKING ON THE CN TOWER AGHH!

Whether you want to see me fall off the CN tower or not I still need to get rid of this dress haha. It goes to a good cause, and I want to secure a bunk bead for myself at their camp and tell them ghost stories, these little dudes were born with various facial deformities and whatnot, About Face camp gives them a bomb-ass summer, equipped with life skills for the future and overcoming their odds. I love this cause. Plus children love me and see me as Captain Kangaroo. I figure I could just pay my way up that thing but I like challenges and I’d rather the charity get it than the greedy CN Tower. SO PLEASE DONATE We thank you very much.

These are also the worst pictures ever ahahahaha. Sex show here I come!

Maybe I’ll throw in this stupid pink engraved raymi the minx diamond.

I look like an old babysitter of mine. Which ONE!? I could do a show interviewing all of my past babysitters and they can all say what they thought about me and my brother. Friends with them on FB. I electrocuted myself when one was watching us at 4. All our babysitters were punk rock actually and the community I grew up in was very nuclear family-oriented, we all got along, not like today where everyone is scared of each other but yeah, I saw New Jack City also at 4 thanks to my progressive surroundings or, older peeps, like my brother. I am cool because I stood on the shoulders of cool giants. My hometown is like gangsta’s paradise white guy style, half have all gone to jail, are young parents, have been in mega fights gangs blabbity blah even an enforced curfew of 11.30 cos everyone was a trouble maker, therefore tons of shoe trees by certain houses/garages. All are chilled out now and love each other it actually made me teary eyed when I went back cos I have always felt like an outsider there or felt it necessary to exclude myself cos of my brother. Sibling dynamics and such that I am also a bad girl babe which doesn’t mesh when you have 20 dude friends and everyone bangs each other. At the 90’s reunion party it was apparent that these are the most hilarious, salt of the earth, entertaining bunch of people I have the fortune of knowing. What’s up Falconer!!

That beer tastes like garbage charcoal.

In my state I was able to guide my fair Reagan. A four year old schooled me in the art of hoola hoop in San Diego while I was dressed like David Hasselhoff.

Would love to go back in a heartbeat.

I forget your name but your debaucherous stories slayed, I think maybe if I could remember them. You are probably the craziest person that I have met in years in a good way. I can’t even tell you guys how this bloke decided to exit the vicinity. Legend.

Name withheld (from memory) bahaha.

No you can’t have this shirt mom.

I am going to have to start wearing heels when we hang. Platforms.

That ‘stach I think inspired Reagan to dye her hair brown. She did.

Billy goat gruff.

Gahah everyone has a stupid face on here I love it.

Oh and that’s it what the hell I couldn’t hang on this many more pictures from yesterday’s post? BRB with more. I actually have 200 from a whole other night hanging out here after Susan Sarandon night. ughhh backlog. Need a vacay from anything blogging and speaking of…

When women blogged the earth by Nathaniel G Moore. He came to my moving yard sale from adventurehouse he is a crazy genius. Thanks for using my pumpkin picture ooh yeah I’ll blog my photos from that day, or small biz women workshop? Or other random things? I don’t imagine my colleague has foodlicious photos up yet. Also I went to fashion week yesterday and there’s another show today at 5 but I feel like this O_O plus I really have to start planning our routines for Harth Fest and Haunted Harem. GAHHHH.

I have shots and mp3s from band practise with Tyler and Carole ok maybe that’s most fun to blob I bet my dad is dying to hear it. I just emailed myself a ton of pics from my phone so I’ll do that, haven’t done a Raymi bberry round-up in awhile.

Colleague set the camera settings to IMPOSSIBLE so we had a bit of a learning curve.

Luckily another adorable party photogress was there to capture our beauty.

I should do a post round-up of all last night’s party style shots of my perfect hands, I didn’t even have to enforce this on her, she requested it. I like getting honed in on at parties, I spy the encircling cameras out of my periphery and then at the right moment when eye-contact is permissible I nod and wink in a Clive Owen manner, the crowd parts and I take game show stance, flash ‘em the Vanna Whites and give them my card. I know that was money and I want it for my blob.

Nus was at the bar with Chris Brooker (a name that escapes me whenever I see him) to which I introduced him to Reagan by and he was no longer my enemy. I said to Michael (Nus) you can buy us a drink, he laughed, we left. I don’t blame him at those Boutique hotel prices. VICheapskates.

Ooh la la then I see my girls.

Christine, grab my suspenders, and Reg, lets pretend to kis- snap. Before they had a chance to contest, it was a perfect family portrait and I, am a genius. You’re welcome for that gals. I really wish I dragged you off with us, you’d have some def secret bloggers club skeletons to come out of the rest of your night, or blackmail material. Kidding! I’m an angel!

It was freezing out there but I brought my sweater, Ironic Swank juxtaposition look. Saw a guy hipster version outfit of me in the lounge downstairs, how cunning of him but anyway, when you wear black to an event, prepare to be missing your body parts in photos. Also, black makes you look hard see: OLD. So be careful.

I’m going to do the dead man’s float in that pool next year or if I get wasted enough at another party up there I’ll jump in Big Brother UK styles, that would for sure guarantee making the papers. Which is one of my SOCIAL MEDIA TIPS: Make the paper at least MONTHLY.

Christine what were we talking about here and can you give me your VIA Rail job I want to go to the East Coast and see my Little Raymis out there. (REVEAL YOURSELVES!) if you want links then you have to comment on my blob. #rules.

Classic bathroom shots, all people know this is Thompson bathroom, I didn’t know that til I posted pics of Jen and I in them. HOT.

Lets bounce. There was a guy up there that I wrote a little awkward anecdote about on my tumblr yesterday.

And so, I decided to take “MY BRAND” elsewhere.

My pink earrings matched this deflated vagina at least. AT LEAST!

So I’ve made some new friends, old time readers of my blog I ran in to at Portishead. Do you know any other rock and roller type bloggers who went to Portishead like I did? haha I don’t know what that has to do with anything other than I am not a poseur and these were coveted tickets like, the weeks and weeks of text arguments with my set of pals who wanted to be my plus one for it, Darius better start carrying a bow staff.

Did you know that I am also part native? Looks like it here. I am modelling a homemade bondage jacket. Poorly.

I’m like, Reagan, do you want to go to my friend’s place where there is like $20000 worth of adult toys? I mean, kooky action figurines? And like, some of them are freaks? I knew she’d be down. She said it was way more her kind of party. Carry on then!

I’m going to feature the artist of many of these emo detailed freakish sexual gothic pieces of art. Also a new friend.

Everyone gets a moustache photo taken when they visit, mine was last week after the Susan Sarandon ping pong party (isn’t that a great name for a variety show? No problem!)(Ps. Susan reads my blob now)(just kidding)(No I’m not)(yes I am)(just kidding)(just kidding)(Kristin Wiig rules). Ew look what I found, hate on KW. Wtf?

I love this bitch.

LA RAZA! Spanish for respect. Remember that!

I’ve been doing triceps like crazy right now since seeing these. I’m a lightweight again but I need to keep my tone. My torso looks like an arachnid now cos I’ve been doing mad sit ups.

Are we steam punks? I say homies.

I don’t even know what that is.

This was a very fun time.

Enhanced only by a three-legged replica of our family’s first ever and longest owned/lived/adored cat, a siamese. her name was Mocha and that is what I am calling this guy, which I told everyone and no one cared. Fine. I bet my dad and mum’s eyes are misting over right now.

Mom you have to meet this cat, it lets you cuddle it. It’s Mocha’s second chance plus 3 LEGS! Burly!

Thank god they don’t have that “rubics cube” I exploded into pieces at Harth which made me forget my cell charger for the weekend there when I put it down out of humiliation during my standing ovation for said exploding of a rubics cube in disguise. Don’t you feel like this should be in a book and you’re lying down in bed right now? Should I lose this too casual conversational tone I’ve affected over the years cos I think I am “all that” and a “bag” of “chips”?

Think it’s time for a Raymi Stella doggy walky break. REAGAN RAYMI SHOW RETURNS LATER!