not to encourage it or anything but i start to go beyonce-level cuckoo ’bout midway through this gem ah ha. i’d recco 2.20 to begin viewing actually no the entire thing is cuckoo bananasly awesome. in the field that is called injured bird/easy prey re: girls of apparently weakened emotional strength and mood faculties. well more so it’s bait for dudes with penchants for crazy girls. fish in a barrel that’s me putting on a show. let them think you’re wounded then zip right off. playing possum.
lucas was looking for the shirt i strip down to in this. how cheech and chongy am i here? hahah i gotta put it on le blog too.
the weekend condensed into one giant bubble so we forgot a lot of it and only remembered thanks to the magic of cameras and technology. forgot i made this. forgot entire videos. keith richard said if not for tape recording many many of the stone’s major hits never woulda made it. wakin’ up after nodding off from playing alone and stoned in the night, your memory completely obliterated and then click press play, the riff of honky tonk woman or whatever comes on like i can remember which track it was specifically but anyway we were wowed and creeped out to watch all the videos of me dancing on the tv WHEN DID THIS TAKE PLACE? and then i got up to dance with myself. it was like watching a ghost. unreal. i’ll do it for melucas and darius tonight before we go to tv on the radio.
tomorrow i am in the globe and mail, a three part web series feature!
wednesday i start my cleanse.
did you hear catherine zeta jones is bipolar? tres chic that bipolar no?
the teacher said he’s been doing research on it. lulz.
-over 300 people were watching this like it was a concert. I was a concert.
-i am doing my impression of an axl rose dance at the beginning.
-it’s true i am going a little bit kind of mental here. you wold too.
-i fuck up at one point near the end.
-my shirt is inside out and torn.
-i put the mic in the faces of the audience at certain points to sing like i was james hetfield. they should really see this video right? wendi make that happen.
-as i was dancing and give’ring i almost busted my ankle a lot on the uneven stage.
-i mumble chant a lot cos i was so wailed i couldn’t read properly or see. i am drinking water. put two and two together.
-mel and i dressed as shitheads purposely.
-everyone was singing along it was wicked.
-i say the word retarded at one point.
-i was the only person who got to sing AND first (after the karaoke host went)
-i was wasted enjoying myself.
-melodie told me a week prior that there would be heavy metal karaoke and i freaked cos i have only a minimal amount of headbanger songs in my repertoire and alack, they had enter sandman. fuckin right.
-i was super severely nervous
-eye weekly put a photo of my arm raised with the mic in my hand and sweat stainy awesome glory oh yeah.
all limbered up now? the dance don’t stop. this is the fruit of my weekend spent leisurely doing aerobics/dance class, stir crazy indoor activities cos of the poor weather. we slept in til 3 in the afternoon yesterday which is why we are up so late on a third wind maybe. went to bed immediately after this video pretty much and at the moment we are trying to get my metallica fubar 2 film fest raymaoke video compressed FINALLY! your face will melt off when you see it but, before that, there’s this. enjoy.
@NathanielGMoore @raymitheminx i like your sign/body language dance move for “then you die” following the money hand gesture #genius #sogood #diehard
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from yet another fan girl
i’m not sure how to address this (raymi? minx? raddest chick ever?)
regardless, i felt the need to write you a diddy – i’m on the same image/weight/brain insanity train when it comes to how i’m looking and wanting to improve and then not and blah blah blah. BUT no matter how i’m feeling, i know it’s always fabulous to hear someone say i’m looking good; that the work i’m putting in is showing in some way. i wanted to tell you that you’re looking fabulous as of late (said in the least creepy/fan girl way possible, hopefully)
I’ve read you for about a year now (where had i been for the last 9 years?) and ironically only found you after moving to south korea. reading your stuff keeps toronto (my home home) in my back pocket at all times and that means the world to me
so thank you for not giving a shit (but sometimes giving a shit) and doing it all anyways
nsfw-ish. i put it on vimeo so the prude haters couldn’t flag it. you see butt cleave. meh. it’s no more than what american apparel does. defensivity over.
i’ve another video of this song. sick of it now. blog slave played it for me last week and it’s been on rotate. i’m still going to upload the other video regardless as i overshare and such.
speaking of, kay be honest now, are you a front? ha kidding. remind me to tell you a story about the time some skids came in for a scale at the hardware store i used to work at. haha.
i’ve been to so many whimsical places this week, places for moms, grandmums, ahhh glorious. today i was selfish finally and totaly slept in, til 3, i knew it would be rainy and no one would be out so i could be lazy, i earned it. therefore this post is tres late. tomorrow is your sunday stroll chance along queen west before it’s back to the slog SO go visit this tea place to extend the fantasy throughout the week at your desk. tea junkies i am speaking to you and how timely is this piece as it’s on the front cuvs of EYE weekly, the tea explosion or boom of toronto.
this place has the most wonderful atmosphere. they’ve shown me much love via twitter since i waltzed on in there raymisphere touching down, sometimes after i leave a place i still do the advertorial but you better believe me there’re waves. no fair. with tealish, nuh uh no way. i am obsessed by them now.
mum and lois we are going on a tour of the city and hitting biz’s to and fro, taping it. head’s up toronto please get in contact with my colleague alex@raymitheminx.com to get on board with that. nana and winnie we take to nana places lulz. then we do raymi after dark supreme.
i am doing a cleanse next week. i’ll see if my guru will allow tealish teas. i assume as much. she is a celeb cleanse goddess ps. STOKED guy. i made my life a fantasy dream world. it continually astounds me.
i put so much pressure on myself, it is sad and awe-ing i think. i thank. thunk. i carry a lot of guilt too. since i’ve turned 28 i have been a bit of a nightmare. i feel like i have the shingles all shakey manic daily one gig after another and rest time is spent recovering and blogging all of it, correspondence, book, blaaaaaaah. checking up on my competition, idols, messageboards. this internet stuff is work. i tell you. but i love it. i love it.
this makes me want to be martha stewart and as i get older i understand the allure more and more. it’s simple smart elitism. my new term for it though is DOMESTIC MOLESTIC. which as i saucily age is the angle we will be going for. more on it later. this is my last chance to be as hot as i can ever and will be and that goes for you too raymi army, who have aged along with me over the years. we be stylish mature babes now and our gender is the majority of the populous.
the potency of these tea scents is so strong if your nose had lips-like and it’s almost like drinking it. need to impress your mother in law-to-be? BRING HER HERE.
i wanted everything with caffeine in it and i left with a london fog latte to go (I KNOW!!!!!)(bitches are insane for it) like a tea latte oh m fffff g! k no wait it was pattiserie black tea latte. an earl grey latte is a london fog. amazing i want ONE!
that’s me being blonde demure demi moore. she wishes. when i had black hair and longboarded in my black bikini around oakville they used to call me demi moore a la charlies angels.
debutante tea meets hipster meets ok sure, make it pretty and whimsical plop it on queen west and we will give it a try, pretty much right? ‘cept hipster is now going the way of prep, i almost don’t even want to say it. cos that’s ma jam.
girl had it down pat. i was manic she was bam bam bam boiling water steepin’ flossin’ and i was like that’s done. people were in the back there and i was feeling guiltus interruptus. i apologized to one guy for disturbing him and he blushed. i wasn’t sorry and he sure as shit didn’t mind me.
