“Enjoy your life.” I said to myself as i shuffled through the air canada snake to the front of the line with my big-ass suitcase and carry-on laptop bag, “Stop worrying about the future, status quo, and who hates me cos THIS is it. You’re doing IT. Right now! You’re blonde, petite again finally, everyone is anxiously rubbernecking you in line, who is that girl? Someone clearly, something? Should I wait until my next ever-elusive big break to enjoy an all-expenses paid trip to San Diego, California on Ford’s dime for a Blogher convention, an unbelievable opportunity (to break out internationally no doubt and at the very least, to network my balls off at round-the-clock parties, galas, talks, and various shindigs) and a fabulous quickie work/pleasure perk vacation. All I wished for when I got back from Miami early July was for more palm trees and then some dude writes with this amazing offer. Do I wanna Tijuana? (it’s so close) I do.

I am staying at the Hard Rock Hotel. So excited. I under-packed too if you can believe it. I found a gorgeous and massive pink sparkly swirled ring at the airport for $10 as well as travel insurance and $ exchange.

But anyway, it is my mission to make more of a concerted effort to enjoy my life. I find once August hits the general populous is a bit cuckoo from summer, summer blues? Summer’s almost over blues? For me its been nothing but the summer of raymi, I’ve done so much. I find it’s too easy to be consumed by anxiety, little life worries torment you. TWO YEAR PLAN has been my mantra for the past however many months and what does that even mean? I just imagine this arbitrary block of time that represents 2 years til 3-0 and I should really stop thinking that way, it’s negative and so what? Thirty? Pfft. This I can safely say from my 1.5 year’s junior footing on the right side of thirty. People have been calling me old since I was 22, to be frank. To rob a girl of years she hasn’t lived yet is desperate. You had those years already, lived them, now let her come to live hers on her own time and means. You in your way, me in mine.

I just read an inspirational missive bequeathed by one Lady Gaga regarding fame, “Stay true to your fucking self, no matter what show no sign of pain, no sign of weakness, no sign of apology for who you are. Be yourself. This is who I am.”

We have weaker moments when sticks and stones do seem to break our bones. I exhaust myself sometimes by how much I can let a nasty rumour about my person sting. I have tread through hell and back again with slander, harassment, you name it. But I am still me. I am still completely at home with my nudity and swat away crude hypocritical commentary about my persona or public displays of counter-culture hooliganism. You won’t? Well, I will. Don’t cry about it. You love Lady Gaga, she is ridiculous, awing and extreme and I don’t hold a candle to her hi-jinx, I’d like to but I’m a bit more realistic in my freak show limitations.

I think because of the internet people found it was ok to access and fuck with you, but, it’s NOT ok. If you surpass these people you had witty innocent banter with years ago, they turn on you. But not all of them. I have so many amazing readers, loyal little raymis, bosom buddies, confidantes, fans turned pals who have been watching all along.

Blah out of the darkness dude lets keep it bright.

Tonight is a Canadian party hosted by one of the cult-like mommy blogger enterprises, I’m sitting in the very last row of the plane (booked my flight v last minute and it totally shows) behind them all with their laptops open so I opened mine just to look busy. One blogher (no beef she’s awesome!) right off the bat made a comment about my nipples. Poor form I felt but I went along with it as I always do, it’s the go-to first impression chat topic which forces me to self-deprecate. Maybe having tits on my business card at an all women’s blogher convention was uh, a little bit oblivious of me but no, fuck that, I am taking heed of Gaga’s advice. This is who I am. “It’s so not a big deal” I thought to myself, “until you make one of it, tits no big deal.”

I am not turning my back on breasts, I don’t care how small mine are. When I first ever boldly decided to show them I was 19 years old. It kind of went with the times, the underground grime of the various scenes I flirted in. The sex industry, pre-hipster mods and misfits. ZERO of these women in the row ahead of me’s jobs existed back when I was bare-chested blogging, let alone more than half, I’d even wager 4/5 of this weekend’s blogher convention yet, why am I playing shy quiet mouse? (well, I am pretty shy) I have seniority here. It’s cos of my tits. No one likes me cos of my tits. No one has ever liked me cos of my tits. But why do they read me then? I refuse this alleged trainwreck label being the reason cos trust me, I have seen plenty trainwrecks and an outright trainwreck doesn’t represent multi-brands annually. It’s my tits. It’s always been my tits.

I staunchly believe that if women could keep their desk jobs they’d show their tits too. Not all women wedge themselves deeply in to the corporate arena so that they are pigeonholed conservative eternal disapproving lip pursers and inversely, not all corporate hardworking drone women loathe me either. How can you pick up your copies of Cosmo rag with blazing hot models in lingerie and fill out your stupid quizzes and utter expletives under your breath when you log on to my scene? Have we not established over a decade ago that I am not a square peg nor ever will be? You can’t look away from “the trainwreck”? Man that’s some locomotive engineer, what great mastery over this train off the rails, going over ten years strong now too. Still hasn’t crashed. 11 years in November.

In short, I didn’t think people would become so addicted like they did or that I’d become complacent with it, and lazy.

These various (“multi-threat talents” as my buddy tyler stewart refers to them by cough cough namedrop cough) skills I possess draw a crowd, in the beginning it was men, but then the women, the smarter of the sexes, caught on and started taking notes and now I’m sitting a billion miles up in the air over Flagstaff pretending to be sheepish over tits on a female centaur (satyr?) image that I appropriated from the internet that I (pretend) cannot wait to run out of so that I can design a new TIT FREE batch of cards.

I am not turning my back on tits, or sex, or, anything I believe in ever. I do reserve the right to augment my choices in life (like saying I’d never go blonde and cavort as a trophy lol) however. I do not think showing my tits or amazingly toned body (that I literally worked my ass off hard to achieve) is that big a deal and the reaction from the planet to a girl, a real life ordinary human girl’s decision to become as famous a blogger as possible and have the right to bare boobs, only tells me that it is my fucking duty to keep at’er. When life gives me a shitty hand, I play better. I also feel we are born to be what we end up being and it reveals itself to you as you go along, some have the realization sooner than others.

I love talking and writing and I’m smart enough to know that a stressed-out greasy ponytail will never sell a book that will take me far too long to write and oh, what’s this now, I like carrying the gritty arty warped erotic amateur self-taught photography torch? If my perception of art makes me a trainwreck then you sir are a fucking idiot.

I just don’t understand the logic here because if other bloggers can preach branding and methods, for ex: mommy blogging or tech, which by the way I someday will rule as one myself, a mommy blogger that is, and I make no arguments about that whatsoever, but why do I get thrown under the slutbus and I don’t even address my branding or sneaky ulterior motives? My branding is ME and if you refute that then you refute ME. It always comes passively too, it comes as an, “I heard you…” instead of the truth which is “I have my own internet connection and I saw for myself raymi, YOU, show YOUR tits.” If we want to sit around crucifying my boring tits and put feminism back a couple decades, fine, but then that gives me the right to bash your bullshit blog bandwagon gimmickry too then which is likely just a watered-down imitation version of my blog anyway.

I am a trailblazer. A pioneer. I was here first and I will probably be here last. Something profound like that.

xox your pal raymi

see ya at the pool!

Just about an hour ago. Ecstatic. Look it’s Erica Ehm! I still sort of sound like I have marbles in my mouth when I talk to her but I think she understands the raymi. She said I am not typical and when I sent her my inaugural fangirling email I said I was going to stare holes into her head like I had staring problems. She did not reply to that email hahaha. I followed that up with how every guy friend I have’s only message to her (upon hearing about this convention) was that they jerked off to her in the 80’s/90’s. Even better thanks friends for helping me look so fucking good all the time jesus. I think she was flattered by it though. You know I have tourette’s and zero filter (thanks mom).

When I check out I’m going to punch this glass window. I can outrun them easily.

You get to choose your favoured music for your room so I said GANGSTER RAP PLEASE. No just kidding, indie will be fine thank you. I am funny.

My delicious spicy shrimp from last night was a fun airport experience once I got through customs. Steph I soaked that shirt right through with sweat I thought I might have a seizure from dehydration. Had an epic one when I was a toddler, did I milk that story here yet? It was scary and thankfully I do not have epilepsy. Epicilepsy. I was kept in hospital for two weeks for tests.

On our way up. Erica’s room is right across from mine. I hope she doesn’t start thinking that I am for real for real obsessed with her. I’ve been spreading the raymi love around to all the mommy bloggers. They’re a pretty fun group and there’s a palpable wild side I can tell just waiting to come out. Erica said they’re all celebrating this convention and them-time. Maybe that’s why I was invited. Hmmm who is the most influential shit show animal house blogher to take with hmm lets see her, scanning blogrolls, newp boring, newp fake, hmm prissy, oh what is this raymi the minx blog…OH MY GOD! PERFECT!

I like to keep appearances as an organized princess.

It would be nice if they were like, now which rock god would you like to be hiding beneath the covers, all we have left this afternoon is Slash. I’LL TAKE HIM!

By the way I have a lot of freckles now.

I’m going to go for a wander now. Wish you were here! Sort of!

What should I wear tonight?

ps. my blue nail polish is BABY by Justin Bieber. cringe!

I brought the cream nu nappa version of my flower LONDON clutch AND I got the LYONS bag I coveted. Tarek totally told me I’d be getting it months ago, I forgot.

pre-roots garbage hair.

it’s gonna be a good fall. kind of a great double entendre eh.

new hot little clutch. brought it. my first clutch-clutch with no chain, though there’s hooks to affix a strap if you want. i’ll try to be a big girl and not do that. i’m a wimp sometimes.

I don’t know what this one is called but I love it so maybe THAT is what it’s called. Hi can I have the I love it that raymi has? kthxbai.

this one’s great cos it totally matches my hair.

ok I’m in San Diego what the crap am I doing on the internet?

FREE YOGURT TODAY!

1-3pm! 875 Eglinton Ave. W Maybe spot-a Raymi? At the Brand new Bathurst and Eglinton location of Yogurty’s! ENJOY!

Hi Little Raymis! Welcome to Yogurty’s, mecca of premium low-fat frozen yogurt.

Love it! Looking at one photo of myself I exclaimed LOVE IT without even noticing their branding. Double adorable.

GREAT design taste.

We begin the process. This was FUN. The variety of yogurt flavours to choose from is impressive and the thing about Yogurty’s is it’s an ice cream experience, but yogurt. One can barely tell the difference. It’s healthier, classier, just a good vibe all around. Could easily envision a day trip of kids taken here in-between party activities.

and so i dressed for a kindergarden birthday party heehee.

You start with one of these bad boys.

Ha I love watching me do stuff.

Started us both off with a chocolate base.

Banana split for colleague next and I had peanut butter.

I’ve always wanted to be an ice cream girl vendor of some sort. Pizza Hut dessert bar was the best idea they ever had.

I was goin’ bananas. ‘Cept on peanut butter.

That’s the base our Yogurty’s foundation was built upon. I, had a vision.

Toppings galore! This was dinner so I did not skimp on the toppings.

Mine won for being cheaper, came out to just over seven bucks. Colleague’s was over 8. He had lots of fruit. I plied his with those bubble tea balls. The toasted coconut i put on mine was SOOOO GOOD. I didn’t put any sauces on, no need, the yogurt is flavoured enough and I had the guilt bad. Also, happily, I am still a rake today so now we know we can live on yogurt for forever now. ps. they’re on twitter so follow follow if you want to swallow swallow.

Ohh, spooky arty.

Not a bad day at the office there eh bro.

I am SO elated no one bought these from my 10 year blog anniversary party. Raymi didn’t wear wedges then.

FROYO LOVE! who sang for your love, the yardbirds? man i miss mod club at lava lounge now THOSE were the days amiright? To be 19 ahhh.

So true. Two birds one stone girls night out, yogurt, cute facebook photo backdrop, rent a movie, have your time of the month. You’re welcome.

This was after I threw the last third of mine out so as to stop myself. I IMMEDIATELY regretted it.

Aaand there I am doing the deed.

I told you I only eat rainbows. Raymbo Bright.

My last bite swan song.

I colour co-ordinated/differentiated our spoons so that colleague wouldn’t die, he’s got a nut allergy and I had peanut butter as one of my flavours, then topped it off with red velvet. OMG YUM NOM NOM.

trying to discern what the bubble globules are. Delicious all the same.

A fun little treat.

Here’s the history of Yogurty’s:

In 1987, just when frozen yogurt arrived on the scene as a healthy alternative snack, the Yogurty’s concept was created in Toronto. It’s unique concept, featuring rich and creamy frozen yogurt that tastes like ice cream without the fat and fewer calories, was enjoyed by adults and kids alike. It soon became an international sensation with shops around the world. Yogurty’s etched it’s name as being the provider of premium frozen yogurt and today that reputation still stands.

Click to enlarge. They’re called popping Bobas. FUN! Filled with juice.

Not to mention are adorable.

You feel crazy by this point and totally stoked to taste your Frankenstein Yogurty creation.

I was very delighted and impressed with the quality of the joint, decor, atmosphere and overall experience and you will be too. Just look at the joy beatifically emanating from my golden cupcake self.

It’s brand new, so new they’re building new all around it. Summer is the season for construction. This Location is at 1703 Avenue Road 416.789.5005. You’ll love it!

things got a bit pin-up. practise. my legs made me feel like a giraffe. i was like, hip length to short guy’s heads, more like my knees were at their heads when they were lounging down so then i had to do a slow gallop trot and dive into my lounge chair. appearing on a patio is brutal i wish we could be teleported. there is NO cool arrival, everyone is laced with insecurity and panic I LOVE IT! your turn at the gates is penance for the shameless people watching. people are my bread and butter.

so addicted to tiki now. am deluding self from reality that live in siberian climate for 8 months of the year. in the words of diane keaton SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE!

i minimized our hang time here cos i was getting comatose. great scene, great roof, great action to watch. drunk dudes going up to clusters of boring mean girls and striking out while you’re lying on a couch with palm trees everywhere. lois and mum need to be taken here.

iphone pics are terrible, you suck! my blackberry ones are better. bberries are to pc what iphones are to mac, yes?

poseur practise on a low couch, v good for photos if done right, anything too high or too low is better for you. reg level couch does horrible things to your thighs. haha it sounds like i can make up any old shit about photography. IT’S WISE TO HOLD A BANANA WHEN STANDING IN FRONT OF A BLUE BACKDROP.

the food was not the best unfortch but that’s only cos i have super duper high standards and am a bitch about cuisine. you can’t just stop at the steak when the entree is so pricey. the quinoa was COLD and bland, zero flavour and the salad was a joke. be better.

we had a fun time. i didn’t feel like drinking though but i’m going away again so got to get the hangs in when ya can. today is packed, i am behind schedule and my shit is all over the house in boxes the inside of my brains right now looks like peewee’s playhouse i mean fuck that, the inside of this hosue IS peewee’s playhouse. my junk was piled down by the door and this beta yuppie couple was like huh??? at it (not v bright) and i go yeah i am moving in now. officially. meanwhile it looked like a pile of arts and crafts supplies, a milk crate of cds, total dorm room styles with garbage bags piled AHAHAHAHHAHHAAhAHHAH awesome. skid is in the hood!

and then as we were bbqing a girl had to walk through the house to climb our roof to get into the place she and her boyfriend were housesitting, they lost keys, didn’t want to be mortified to call the whoever owns the place so subjects gf to humiliation by begging to walk through ours to get to the roof. she’s like oh you’re moving in? teacher goes no, my gf is and i just so happen to ACCIDENTALLY look up from my tandoori chicken wings box dismantling recycle phase one of and we make eye contact which makes her feel obliged to be SUPER NICE TO ME out of respect for queen bee household territory which forced me to play it cooool despite in my head being a hive of moving aggression mania sure fine climb a roof we’re blasting tunes what’s next a gorilla? in short, the crazy caribana moving weekend was overwhelming but i am relieved the move is finished now i have to avoid the boxes everywhere with my eyes cos i have no time to unpack.

cos i’m too busy doing this!

and that!

can’t wait to get my nails on you.

got these for teach during nxne. so white. matched my shorts.

see how my photo is loads better?

maybe it’s cos i didn’t have an appetite after eating at cafe taste with melodie and then yogurt before that but the jerk wings had a flavour that i did not dig. they weren’t horrible but i have ostentatious jerk standards.

raymbo vision. virtual reality raymbo vision. speaking of that, before kurt bit the dust, in the book come as you are his vision of the pre-internet future was virtual reality machines and at parties people would put them on or interact with them and that will be the dawn of the new digital technology era. i imagine he was largely out of touch with internet at the time, probably said this around 1992 maybe sooner? i tried to imagine that and it’s pretty retarded if you ask me i think i watched a CBC doc about the internet and future made in the 90’s and it’s the same thing kurt cobain (albeit wholly inaccurate) predicted and it is hilarious and cringeworthy.

teacher has lost a lot of weight since he met me and it’s making me look bad. one chick, the chick, who was throwing me under the bus made a comment about it so now i am like you must eat every hour and no exercise either. he said he’s going to eat smart food and ice cream while i’m gone. he seriously looks like a pencil.

and what with the slutty way i dress now we’re like a eurotrash couple prancing the streets. eurotrashed. one time teacher got so loaded on absinthe in vienna on a school trip they had to walk him down the street and he was yelling at everyone, to people in a window YOU MAY HAVE THE WINDOW BUT WE HAVE THE STREET. i’ll save the black out sleepwalk pissing story from our last night in thunder bay for another day lolz.

and i forgot to give her my keys after all that. knew it. sitting there i’m like i should give her the keys right now before i forget. i’ll drop them off when i get my bike.

love cafe taste parkdale needs a spot like this, and so they do.

not a marlborough wine but made in the region (new zealand), good enough for me and it’s jeremy’s fave, or one of, i didn’t have the attention span last night to listen to anything about anything.

bruschetta special. goat cheese beneath. yesterday was the day of dairy for me. i had yogurt for dinner. that post is next. it’s late cos colleague didn’t lighten the pics and that is not good enough for me. but he’s making good on collecting a new nella bella bag for me for my san diego blogher convention trip (i fly tomorrow)(staying at the hard rock!) hope i get this one! ps. erica ehm is on my flight!!! i have a hair appt at Brennen Demelo at 4.

v nice fem dress. lovely girl date.

i love patio privacy. people arrived as we were settling up. it’s nice to eavesdrop in and out of their conversations. see how ADD i am i notice EVERYTHING. it’s why i’m fucking insane.

forget what that cheese is, but it’s the stinkiest, afterward we had the metis and the bread is flax honey something this cheese is delicious and my fingers smelled like lesbian for the rest of the night.

see mum i did NOT give away your stupid zara shades. you should have reminded me that one pair was caramel which will fully match my new bag if it’s the one i get. i have always been into nude cos it gets you a lot of attention (double takes makes you look newd, duh), is cosmetic and not so common.

what’s up queen and duffs.

haven’t worn these shorts in awhile. i like the dryer fresh. kinda starched. fairy godmother got me a pair of UO short shorts i haven’t seen yet, new season shorts. i am going to ogle the website to see if i can narrow down which pair she bought based on her description. fashion sleuth.

LOLOLLLLLZ.

teach and i had a fun sloppy shoot with these when i got home. those shots are on mystery camera so stay tuned, until then, get tuned on sundance wines! ha. nice summer wine. pink lemonade flavour and strawberry kiwi. some chicks like lots of sugar so, this will def satiate that.

wore my swarovski hearts.

proper whiskey set-up: neat, single cube, distilled water. now you decide the rest. had a sip of neat, then dunked my cube and threw back my hippie water then let the cube melt a bit while we had a chat. how many irishmen’s hearts can i break when i visit rhonda?

brb!

dress from steph. f21. it’s ridiculous. i cannot at all picture her in this hahaha.

wait’ll you see the little black number from le chateau she also gave me. total xmas party cocktail dress. black. TEENY! awesome. my cougar transformation is expediting.

i am a golden cupcake. in your head when you wear poofy puffy things you feel like a meringue or andie macdowell shitting on someone drily. the chick who plays scarlette in four weddings and a funeral died not too long ago eh. sad. one of my top ten fave movies. can you guess my others? midnight in the garden of good and evil, american beauty, the big lebowski, dirty rotten scoundrels, the professional, a beautiful mind zzzz….

when colleague saw me walk out he was like now that is a dress. from heretoforth it’s nothing but academy award dresses for everything. even at 4 in the morning. i spilled coffee all over myself in the car. it dried by the time we got to our destination.

i think this is sexy face. i’ll work on that.

matches my wedges (sufferin mall) and headband perfs.

these wedges are terrifying and i love them. a monster has been borne. all about heels now. what’s the number of the busted ankle hotline though? ooh i want to watch that catwalk platforms montage video. gruesome! must see again and again! i am waiting for someone to burn me and go oh, i was looking for my drapes. this is totally belle’s dress. wonder who got it for her and if they read my blog.

off to meet mel for a drank and to return my keys and then dinner with teach. where should we go i am all out of restaurants that’s what happens when you’re a foodelite featurette. hmmm, distillery?

anyone want a long time loan of my mattress, it’s super comfortable and expensive so i am not throwing it away. it’s kind of too much, teacher has a deep queen mattress that is so high plus my frame is high and well, look:

uuhhh yeah. executively decided that this will not work.

bye!

y’all are coming to this right? FRIDAY AUGUST 12 i have a couple VIP booths with bottle service to entice some shy perverts out there and i am considering having MINX tattooed on my arm this night. it’s FREE before 11PM. i also have VIP guest list spots for some before 12AM. i’ll be closing the show. i want to see if i can get pyrotechnics hahahaha. i am going to be doing a sultry frida kahlo or whatever that woman with the bananas in her hair’s name is. i need maracas too and lots of hype girls so come and dress up, think indie moulin rouge. or just wear whatever but you know i like to create moments. so to clarify, if you email and rsvp you’ll be on the guest list and it’ll be no problem.

Roxanne – A Burlesque Show Presented by STARLIGHT BURLESQUE

Time

Friday, August 12 at 10:00pm – August 13 at 2:00am

Location

Tattoo Rock Parlour
567 Queen St. W.

No guestlist, no problem! $10 @ the door.

i’ve always LOVED this dance salma hayek does in from dusk til dawn. v inspirational. i saw this super young and that’s when i knew i was going to be an erotic performer of some sort.

new client today. yum yum yogurt!

welcome to a boring and cute pictures of cats post.

i’m sending this to meg at cuteoverload. she used to post pics of cid all the time and that cat was fat with a tiny head, grey cat is loads more adorable (sorry cid)(and attacks me 100% times less) with human facial expressions. this cat is going places. ok i just wrote her a stupid email i hope she buys it.

post move relax bbq.

the roof was a reward like no other.

tandoori chicken wings, smokey bbq and hashbrowns with lots of dips and sauces cos i am sauce central (not that no compliments one that’s been up there a year i think and i don’t do the no name thing, i call compliments NO COMPLIMENTS i take sauces seriously sauces and juices). chicken meatballs too SO GOOD!

carnage.

bit by bit it’s getting there. mostly it’s my clothes and other junk i had hidden in cupboards.

teacher’s kind of a slob too and has been needing to get rid of junk in his closets so it’s extra messy from that and from nonstop lives for months.

i am hoping the velveteen of the couch will dissuade the cats from clawing it. the dog will be another story.

totally happy about the couch.

i don’t think a cat has ever been on it. right now they’re both cashed out on it i am stopping myself from taking a picture cos i am seriously refusing to turn into a hermit cat photo blog. once a month tops.

she was sleeping. purr sleeping. such a happy cat.

nuzzle forevs.

and now five years later i will finish this painting. that’s kerouac’s typewriter. diamonds are not even in vogue anymore bahaha.

shitty overexposed photo of a retarded cat. great!

the ferry fairy.

the mountain fairy.

the garbage sale fairy.

these chicks are awesome.

someone explain this to me please. thanks gerard! i’ll sumarize it for you in case you don’t have time: communism bad! fascism good! well, capitalism but fascism is funnier teacher said.

Communism?
You are not usually that politically provocative. The card asking the question is from some Library Meeting room. Librarians are among the most passive aggressive social engineering political extremists on the planet and very aloof people in general.
People that oppose Communism are afraid if it. Afraid for good reason too. Mass re-distribution of wealth against the will of the people or with the will of an indoctrinated people that has come to accept Communism as normal is a pitiful reality in much of the world. It is very polarizing also. The cliche stating that Communism works until they run out of people to take the wealth from is all too true.
Communism is well explained in literature, but there is a problem studying it. Sources of literature on studying Communism have become very skewed and political in and of themselves. I’d suggest old school textbooks from before 1950 to get a fair definition of Communism….g

dunzo rapunzel.

nice room, curtains opened. i’ll miss it.

it’ll be interesting to see how the new girl works with that space.

and now i am reunited with my princess dream bed.

finally rid of that ugly glass busted junky table and the cat has a new cubby.

ok back to work i have to start practising walking in my other higher wedges and unpack all my tickletrunk treasures and maybe go for a run. bye bye!