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You’re a bullshitter AND a hypocrite. That passage where you are the star, bullying and badgering the drunken kids in the can? How fucking dare YOU call anyone who is drunk a loser. Are you serious. You’re a fucking sickening piece of work and if you are going to make a habit of abusing others, well…my dogma just ran over your karma. Biatch!

listen you bag of bitterness, i tossed e-tard twenty year old adults out of my friend’s bar, that he owns, therefore a massive vested personal interest in the ejection of said SCUMBAGS. yes, you are in fact A LOSER if you fuck a dude with a ponytail in a bathroom stall with backpacks on the floor, i don’t think parents would be very proud of this moment. no siree. i also used to work at this bar and therefore have experience dealing with these situations, i am trained, smart serve card carrying. they were fucking in the stall and their shit was all over the place you can’t walk into that smiling like a sugar princess fairy and politely ask them to leave. dogma karma what??? honestly you need to go outside and forget that i exist if my blog is instilling such a negative reaction within you then you need to get the fuck out of here. you sound way too caustic, totally projecting a ton of garbage on to me. you know what, i am FINE and always will be. GO FOR A WALK. you revealed yourself when you called me the star of that passage. ENVY is not a good look on anyone baby. go be your own star. practice bossing people around in real life and not just on the internet. i am way out of your league. you tried to call me trailer trash and now i’m a bully. gee boy what the fuck could be next? i will unban your ip now so that you can come at me with more brilliance.

ps i look like an adorable saucy french ballet danseur right now in thigh high oatmeal american apparel stockings and a black one piece body suit, jackass 3 is on, my hot teacher doter is presently making me scrambled eggs coffee beer’mosas and sunlight is streaming in through the royal tennenbaum looking dreamy windows. maybe i’ll ask him to take a picture to show you how not white trash this all looks right now or you can wait til my next blog post. which you will.

toodles.

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thank you for the content, albeit negative in nature. you are a legitimate troll ha i knew it. priceless. be gone you’re encroaching on my actual personal life time now which is pretty looney tunes of you and by the way i outlined in the post you mentioned that i had no fucking shame from that, i was 17? have you never done something so awesome before? you are not living. at all. you’re doing classic dig dig dig nitpick deflect and have my brain all in a shuffle over dumb specific crap you’ve held on to from my blog for years (gross) meawhile the moral of all this abuse is you hate yourself and i am refusing to be your soundboard for that. go away.

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The more I read your garbage the easier it is to understand the basis of your drink addiction. You are trailer park trash desperately trying to forget that basic truth. Get help. -much love, loser in vancouver

try upper middle class you silly fucking asshole try hard

i am about to be 28 and i am lighting it the fuck up right now is that alright with you

yes i learned to blog from my trailer park and i am drinking myself to destruction to forget my terrible upbringing of having a well-adjusted nuclear family, a loving caring nurturing unbroken home, boo hoo where is my schlitz?

guess what, drinking is a luxury and when you’re an over-achiever genius like me (iq of 133, past valedictorian) well you can afford to get pissed. i know lots of brilliant degenerates, artists, big leaguers and the like, so, fuck you for raining down on me such shit. i am living for me and what i like to do is live in a bohemian utopia where people like you don’t fucking exist so good day.

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ooh i look hot old here. mature.

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this was a nice little whirlwind party ahhhhh i will look back fondly on this night for years to come.

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when you have your shit together (like we do) you can yeah, fuck off assholes i am tired of waking up to abuse leave me alone. why do i get crucified for going out some nights and taking pictures of it and having fun wheeee. i really fucking hate you too guess what that’s what, the feeling, it is more than mutual.

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shall we then…

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so many pics. ahh love being thrown back into the green tartan plaid cyclone again.

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here we come. we’re media i said at the gate when they tried to roadblock us. it was a day bender party so yeah. two best words in the social media venue event universe: we’re media.

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how touristy and cute.

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s h i t s h o w.

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we had a bodyguard. i was extremely shy out on the street like this. too much attention. but then EVERYONE had green accoutrements, boas beads, crazy dumb hats so i flaunted it like i was hot or something. basically i was wearing a slutty maid costume. WINNING. WON!

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i tricked people into thinking i was a nice girl like this. fools.

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catch this leprechaun and her pot of gold. i’ll grant you some wishes, i shall i will.

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later on after the shit show we had a cool down in the cab en route to central.

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our other boy accessory. i asked if he would be my protection or handler. he said no to one of those things but then when we got there it was a bit scary aggro drunk horny mobscene and i was the golden whore ticket so it was a good idea to keep close to the pot. isn’t it sad that my only st. patrick’s day knowledge/references are about leprechauns and pots of gold? ok fine, dublin, guinness my friend rob spence um rainbows cable knit sweaters mutton chops the cranberries bono wellies circle of friends and that’s about it.

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the young kid (i have no nickname for him yet) that i went up north with said to keep it up and messy that’s more milk maiden or lederhosenish. so i listened. good thing too cos as i was dancing like a fucking maniac i whipped my head all over the place and then the more sloppier messier sultrier it became, the looks i got holy jeez. me and casie both were a definite happening and THAT is how it’s done folks now on to the next station.

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jay edgar hoover (sort of his name) seen featured sandwiched between casie and i here looked at my blog a week ago and tweeted that it was equal parts WTF and FTW. (dad that means what the fuck and fuck the world)(hi i miss you dad!) so i retweeted it. boy, isn’t twitter FASCINATING right CASIE!

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i am a scary lizard woman thing. i think gator print makes my hands look older fyi ladies avoid LEATHER on your NAILS it’s just a continuation of your leathery old bag hand skin. VITAMIN E DATE!

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casie said we looked hot hipster cool.

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he’s a young boy too. casie and i are old punk coug madams. i call dibs on being heidi fleiss!

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holy crap how long was this cab ride and don’t you want to just drive me straight to the royal york?

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i was faking it.

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blurry tits i have tits. i am going to start dressing like snooki now and wear bras and teeny tiny tank tops and pad around like a bitchy blob. same routine, different outfit. i spilled myself up into the teacher’s place last night in my yoga pants and bra and then i realized how much more powerful i could be with a bra on. also i guess i could have just kept the irish maid slut get-up on too. hindsight is amazing. i was tired of wearing it though.

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ok lets blast through these it’s gorgeous out.

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still pretty fucking amazing though.

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i threw some skid rats out of the central bathroom a guy and girl like, what the hell were they doing in there he was gross long haired there were all these backpacks and she had a full pint and beer jug (!)(?) i’m like ARE YOU FUCKING MOVING IN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW and i was dressed like this with my leather coat on and made all the girls scared in there. meanwhile casie is in the other stall cackling RAYMI HAHAHA I LOVE YOU AHAHAHHA BLAAHAHA i had my hand up like a tough guy on the door and went to this one girl “who is in there, is there a guy in there?” clem asked me to cos a girl ratted that a guy was in the bathroom and they were fucking. so we kick him out and then clem is like now go get the girl. she was this arrogant smart-alecky looking twat with a shorn buddhist haircut and her smug pint she goes yeah yeah i’m leaving hands up in mock surrender and then she hesitates to talk to her one friend who was trying to cover for them initially i go NOW GET OUT NOW YOU’RE NOT HAVING A LITTLE TALK IN HERE GET THE FUCK OUT NOW what the fuck are you moving in now and they start dragging all their backpacks holy mess retard hippies. i was like so classy that’s very classy of you you trash. yeah i got abusive. don’t care. lesson learnin’ coming at you don’t get crush fucked in my friend’s bar bathroom he could be liable for your drug stupidness plus it’s embarrassing go to the comfort zone next time. the one girl at first who was covering was like um do you work here? trying to give ‘tude which i IMMEDIATELY let her know that was a bad route to go with me (i scared her. she was shaking). i go answer the fucking question is there a guy in there or not? she goes i don’t know how to answer that. they’re all clearly on drugs. i was amazing is the moral of the story if you need me to berate, belittle and toss someone to the curb for you ever please do not hesitate to get in touch.

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some of my old custies/bros over there. hi adam and fatty! the best part of me tossing those burn outs out was afterward casie and i were mugging for the camera in the bathroom mirror in front of the one loser girl looking for her loser friends st patricks day loser hats and she was like that girl so doesn’t work here yet she kicked us the fuck out. clem was waiting outside the bathroom and heard my entire verbal smackdown. he said it was awesome.

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i mean, how much would it suck to get told off by this? muchly. then i get blog spotted by another guy and so i invite him and his friend to join us. friend copped tude. wuh oh countdown to raymi FLIP OUT.

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long story short he calls casie rude cos she was texting. um we don’t KNOW you, you joined US and you’re making assumptions based on how we look and how we have zero interest in anything you have to say and now you have the audacity to say WE are rude? who the fuck are you again? get the hell away from our table. blog spotter was kind of embarrassed but thought it was awesome cos this guy is an actual legitimate prick to all their friends and it was like pushing a boulder uphill to even get him out so there you have it i taught someone else a lesson. i did gavin a solid. you’re welcome.

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clem you should get more tats. how did the rest of your night unfold?

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raymi the nice girl.

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act 3, scene change. we paid a visit to a friend of casie’s.

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he left to get mix and we made ourselves comfortable. i walked in and bellowed YOU ARE ANAL RETENTIVE! you’ll see why.

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my underwear matched my shoes. bondage underwear. the only black booty shorts i own. casie you can borrow them.

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ok no more newds but, what about naughty? oh whatever we were having fun.

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next time i’ll keep my mouth closed.

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casie had green glitter in her hair i love it!!!

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anal messing with.

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which alter ego do i like best?

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this one i guess.

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i hold all the power this way. guys just go uh duuuuuuh ok.

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insatiable urge to clean a man’s clothes WHAT is WRONG with me? meh. if it looks good and serves a purpose (pin-uppy practice) then roll with it. always ask yourself is this marketable?

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unanimous yes.

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my torso is getting tiny.

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played it down with flats.

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ok so i’m going out tonight, maybe we’ll bump into one another. but be good though. ok, i’m ready now here i come, ta-da. yes. yes i’m wearing this. and so on. that’s kind of how it would go right, in a couple?

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time to go my fan club awaits.

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i even have bombshell teeth. i’m sorry, but it’s true.

ok i’ve had enough i’m showering now. xoxox

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and i’m holding a brew too. i took the night.

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ok BRB. now i have to look thru casie‘s. nervous! haha.

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it was a scary kind of heaven.

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we danced to fiddle music and i made up some irish pub dancing jigs i was pretty good and i think they bought it.

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brought back memories of wakestock. the youth oh the drunken youth i am hanging on to mine with the sharpest of claws guy.

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no more f–ing around i am serious about this party shit. ok no i’m not but you know what i mean. don’t look me in the eyes cos then you’ll see the desperation hahaha.

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we lit it up some at the central for good time old time’s sake and for once i was on the other side of the vortex wait what am i fucking lying about now i have always been on the other side of the party vortex.

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woah whirlwind. i asked the band to do on raglan road then they played it all folky and sang it i was all um i think you misunderstood me i meant to play it so i can sing it. so i sang it the normal way louder and faster than them and then gave up completely cos i had a thousand things about myself i wanted to brag about.

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here is (other than the wicked sloshed photo)(not all our fault the camera guy was annihilated too) another reason why i am awesome. i woke up to a internet buddy bright and early all ready to come over bring me my medicine and i’m going to make him do my comforter duvet thing once he tidies up my room of course. you should all start blogs then you can get fan slaves too.

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holy crap i am an amazon.

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check out my golden purse (mel’s) how en pointe for my get-up. my little pot of gold gosh i’m perfect i really truly am. yep.

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oh the maid’s here gotta go.

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well hey there pals looks like i’ve raised bit of a stir with the last OPINIONS i expressed on my blog-o thing here. whoops! living outside the box or apart from the normal restraints of society, expectations, blah bla etc look i was born to be a difficult renegade and all i am doing here is living 9 lives at once because it cushions me from reality and hey if i can make it all possible for myself why don’t i then?

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i had a wonderful 24 hours and i had the british guilt the entire time. if everything seems fine then something mustn’t be right. fuck i spend so much time being glum if i ever have the audacity to be like guess what i think i have it pretty good there’s always someone waiting and willing to tell you that that is not ok. you should feel bad. why? i dunno just because! is it not ok with you that i enjoy my life? no?

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this is what i have to say in defense of your telling me i should feel bad about, what exactly? i should feel bad that i don’t feel shame. why should i feel shame? are you a christian? well guess what as soon as the next guy is ready to make a field of raymi bunnies with me i will start feeling bad at all that time i missed out on being young and enjoying life for me. think about that! how obscene to enjoy MY life. for me!? madness!

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i used to have to plan for two people all the time and impress everyone in our circle. i put so much pressure on myself and i still do but now for different reasons. am i greedy? fuck yeah. self-righteous? oh yes. how disgusting am i for focusing on me and doing what i want to do. ok i am tired of this now.

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i’ve done enough “suffering” to know when to count my blessings. i am pretty forthright on the daily, i share my thoughts and feelings with the world and we learn from my successes and failures. i am not hurting anybody other than myself (maybe some guys along the way but that comes with the territory, they treat me like shit too okay) and BLOGGING it.

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when did blogging become illegal exactly?

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you can turn the channel. if you compare me to snooki and some other reality bullshit you are only revealing how into that sort of thing you actually are and to cite stuff about my mother’s twitter feed? yeah, i’d say you’re pretty heavily invested in the whole she-bang, a little obsessively and who’s the unhealthy one here? not only that you’re casting stones and saying hurtful things. i will never be brought down to your level WHEN will this become clear to you people?

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sorry you aren’t as gregarious as me no truly i am but it’s not my fault i have a big mouth and i decided to be enterprising one day and set goals for myself and hustle my balls off to create something that never existed before and maybe one day i’ll make enough money so no one in my family has to work WOW how totally fucking SHAMEFUL of me.

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arran said he was just thinking about being a taker and that he didn’t take enough but he was gonna start doing it. like i didn’t even take anything it is just a concept overall to protect myself from the disaster of having my own feelings hurt time and time again. it’s just being smart. instead of being puppy dog clingy for guys i’ll let them go and if they wanna hang again then that’s fine too. this is actually exceptionally healthy of me to go about it this route, lady. going with the flow is the way to go and then let the cards falls where they may and other stupid metaphors.

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hot tubs at night under the stars and the moon and coyotes tracking the property, steamy mist bohemian smoke off the water yeah that’s pretty good and if any of you have a hot tub then by all means raise your hand like you wouldn’t cut a path straight to one and fill it with a girl like me who has the time to lounge around with you? something we call a no brainer in these parts. the only shame is your shitty comments coming through to me while i was trying to get my wake n bake on this early st patrick’s day morning.

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annoying i know i can’t stop re-addressing. this sign was nicked from liverpool. authentic.

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props were on deck. ivy league snotty girl cooking outfit.

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maybe i am just crazy on power greed or something. you change your whole outlook on shit (it’s been only 24 hours!) and then you just mellow the fuck out. me and the roommates had some back and forth (bills-centric) email-volleys that got a bit heated, it harshed said mellow a little bit but whatever. i have to plunk down hundreds more dollars cos i blog here during the day soaking up all the hydro in the city to my drafty tickle trunk room. oh well. you see it’s not all fantasy fiction you stupid fucking assholes let me have mine kay? shiit dawg i earned this.

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i am without any hint of bragging sheepishness, a totally amazing cook. this is rosemary cumin (or carraway, or maybe both hahaha) chicken and other secret spices and junk, prosciutto, onions peppers mushrooms. we laid it on mesclun and cucumber that i dressed with sriracha olive oil and parm. the leftovers this morning stacked on multigrain and old chedder with egg whites. stepford wifestyles.

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up by 9.

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you can see the hot tub.

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i belong here.

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getting in st. pat’s spirit.

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justin bieber jock bait.

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me as spike lee. this one won on twitter for more views than the biebs did.

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morning coffee.

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raymbo bright le cinnamon girl. we listened to neil young on the way home and i said yeah i guess i’m a cinnamon girl. he said it was like a sugar girl. yep, me.

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ugliest apple in the world and my favourite.

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this is one of those humongous cats.

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stretch interlude during due date. hilarious movie so many good quotes. when he (r downy) hits the kid the little girl looks at him and he goes what? she goes nothing and he goes nothing is right. awesome. and then in this other movie i forget the name of, that steve carrell cartoon thing something of the kid’s gets damaged and he goes oh yeah, that, it was accidentally destroyed maliciously. very clever script.

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out hunting rabbits and then one just appears out of nowhere.

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i won. i am nerd bait incarnate. elders win. i said i had more years experience and it’s not fair, i started in grade one. i revealed my strategy too. i also love risk.

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hot tub time machine.

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that steam view i was waxing poetry on. sigh.

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we watched braveheart too. on st patrick’s day. somewhat fitting. it inspired me to put my rabbit on. there is something backward about me owning this. for fur i will feel shame but it seems like everyone just got over being blowhards over animal rights activism (one cause i definitely am behind for i don’t care about the hypocrisy over eating meat ok so don’t even) it also coincided with the economy bouncing back-ish and then everyone felt comfortable blowing money on baubles and then boom fur is in vogue and no one makes a stink anymore about it we’re allowed to like luxury goods again and flaunt them.

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you can’t take them with you when you go and you can’t spend it when you’re dead so it’s now or never.

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so the moral of the story is, be the best you you can be and if not you have no one to blame other than yourself not the girl blogger, okay. bring those around you up along with you if you can now if you’ll excuse me i have a date with some leiderhosen. i have social anxiety a little today and wearing that thing makes me nervous cos it is an attention soaker. see you at the end of the rainbow bring pot, i’m the gold.

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question of the day: Tony Rebeiro asks: @raymitheminx which alter ego of yourself do you like the most? interested tooo knooow

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hmm. well when i can manage to successfully pull it off i dig my snotty fake rich ice girl hat cos then i can fuck with actual rich people with even easier lives than me if i can inspire a bit of jealousy in someone i am jealous of then that’s great. well not really. it’s actually vile of me and worthy of feeling actual shame over but, meh. there will always be someone better and prettier, more successful and luckier than you so accept it now and be happy with what you’ve got.

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i know that i am a good person and i don’t wrong others i can sleep soundly at night, i know who i am, i am solid. wow it’s like oprah breathed life into my self esteem or something.

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ok bye for real now.

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whats new with me? oh lots. lots of nothing of importance so that’s good i guess.

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guess who won.

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very nice people. last night turned out fun. i met a dude at the bar. he had an accent. i don’t do accents.

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boehmer’s all seriously raymi, what are you doing? i was so overdressed too. embarrassing. oh well. i have a new game tactic for dating. i’m going in with no feelings. not boyfriend hunting so i’m embracing all the players now and enjoying their bullshit for what it is. short-lived, a way to pass time while i talk about myself at lightning speed drinking on their dime.

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this is the other half of boehmer. they’re working on their newest restaurant right now. these are who i look to for inspiration. man i am looking good eh.

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paul also said i should be blogging for the greater good, japan stuff not just about me and my stupid crap. well that’s nice and all coming from an established successful business dude but i am my own charity right now so one day when i am lounging in a hammock sippin’ on tang i’ll get one of my assistants to donate money to whatever disaster next hits the planet and while we’re at it people, this planet is a finite resource so start cleaning up after yourselves jesus christ.

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the thing is i am sick of myself too but this is the little hole i have pigeoned myself into so what batter’s up next will always be me-centric. i cannot even have a vacation from me ok think how i must be feeling somedays, ugh, just shut up please (me) oh no wait i can’t.

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the guy i met was a mathematician, like, the complete opposite of what i am. he goes yeah that’s right i like it. i almost said well i don’t but i was nice. i almost came right out and said you know, i am feeling nothing here cos i was finding it hard to pay attention to what he was saying while i was busy pretending to listen (it’s harder to pretend to be listening you may as well just actually fucking listen) and text people simultaneously. rude i know but i was pissed he didn’t look like his photos he used flattering huge jaw angles to win me over.

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he gave a shit about drinks though so that was good. i saw him out and stuck around to drink with the boys at the bar. i just cannot stand accents like, at all. only the irish british ones. am i a racist? i just can’t get over having to enunciate and hyper-focus on someone i’m not attracted to when i can’t fucking understand what they are saying. they’re way better over text, intelligent, thoughtful but in person the translation is all lost. i am attracted to meat and potatoes men. it changes from day to day. i need an alpha guy. yeah, i can’t be the alpha i need someone to beat me at everything.

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i’m going to die a spinster. in a spinster house. i am fine with that. what am i even searching for?

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i just had an epiphany yesterday about all this, maybe i was drunk on pre-spring or something but i realized i really do no want to be tied down right now. i’m never going to be 27 28 again? i should enjoy young boys while i can right? why should i limit myself? how mad at myself am i going to be when i am 40 if i blow this now? so, your hero for the next little while (until everything goes to shit again) has decided to become a taker. like a man. oh what’s that you misplaced something? no you didn’t actually, because i took it. it’s mine now. raymi the taker. i go in to dates thinking i am going to fall in love with them but the fun ends one to two weeks in when you realize they won’t stop saying ANYWAYS (not a word, no S required!!!!!) and then you rinse and repeat with another. IF you want this minx you must staple me down into your heart and do some serious mind fucking and endearing obsessive fixating on me and babysit me when i am hungover and then you must realize that this show never stops. ever. it might even get worse.

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they can say all the mean things about me they want, to me or their friends but if they think they can try to tie me down or give me any shit this is who they are dealing with little miss 590. almost at 600 well i definitely surpassed it cos i’ve opened lots to make fun of on my tumblr so yeah buddy, back the fuck off. this is like being proud of eating glue in kindergarten don’t worry i know this.

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and i don’t quite know what i am looking at here but this is where i will be for the night in relaxo pants and i’ll crack out my vintage one piece for the hot tub too. just kidding i will be a la buff.

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money nails much! my fingernails are endangered. Muskoka cottage

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green gator leather. semi-st. patty’s day themed enough.

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i don’t really think i will tire of being a minx girl. heartbreaker salon is located along the path of my favourite stoner route i can just walk from parkdale in a straight line up through bellwoods to dundas pop in get a rainbow design on my bare nails (buffed from home ready to go) yeah yeah and off i go. i’m a creature of routine and of habit so this suits me fine i explode through the door and update kathy on all my stupid exploits tip her a twenty then re-trace my steps back home again. if part of my routine is going to get stickers on my nails done professionally every two weeks then, so be it.

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not a bad life. it’s going to be a good summer. will totally make up for last summer when i wanted to die every three seconds. i will also be having special binikis because this pr girl is sick of seeing me in my ratty black string bikini top how funny is that.

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this one is an example of do not fuck with me.

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long thumb nail finally motivation to grow those suckers out.

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the lovely stampede man was so hypnotized by my nails when i filled out my order chit. (bison burger caramelized onions roasted red peppers hot sauce mayo and ketchup and a stiegl no sides no way) i gave him my card cos he was perplexed, do you do that every morning? no. minx nails, minx in my brand name, makes sense. when i left he was like will i see my burger on your blog?

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i said yeah sure. he goes oh my god you are canada’s most popular blogger? reading my bullshit on the card. i said yeah, technically it’s true cos he says i figured there’d be like two hundred of you by now. i said nope. not since the year two thousand. anyway he was like yeah cool and i go yeah yeah, livin’ the dream as i am sitting down to my wobbly pop and piles of creative scatterings, camera, purse scarf indie rags. then everyone in the room who was listening to this entire exchange gave up listening but one girl buckled and laughed and finally looked up at me this girl who was orating across the room i nodded at her she said something like some of us got to (live the dream). i will be each and every last one of you’s personal hero if i have to. if it kills me. i also sang all the way home from heartbreaker what do you think about that? i am pretty sure every single worthy of looking at me guy looked at me on my journey and i was like ok be careful now no more boys, we’re working on buying a house ($$/career) not manhunting.

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she did it so it’s ok if i do it. inspiration.

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me and my flower jumper this summer i am going to need a bodyguard.

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little miss mess.

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BLAMMO PAJAMO! name of fictional sick kids superhero i will draw one day if i ever get time. i will be in a hot tub tomorrow relaxing on a mini-city vacay so i will have to remember to keep my paws up. kathy says i can ask minx to custom make a raymi the minx nail design. i already know what i want.

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spring has definitely sprang and it’s my birthday month (march 31). don’t ask me what is going on i am pretending that imaginary elves are taking care of it as long as i get a shit ton of presents i don’t care if we hang in a gutter. also, potential marketer’s wet dream blog birthday bonanza opportunity for advertisers. celebrating raymi climbing out of the 27 club‘s jinx. with leopard print talons. jinx le minx.

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i sped walked like a machine there and back like the scary cop in terminator 2 i have a speed walking trck i do same as for the elliptical. my new diet plan will be to eat earlier instead of late at night stoned on dates. i have to throw gasoline on to my metabolism fire earlier or i won’t lean out ever.

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bison is more expensive but it’s better than you. HAHA than you. FOR YOU. i bought some bison sweetgrass vodka too. vodka soda diet too. BUH-ORING.

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no makes on either well just a bit of base so i looked like a scary creature from he-man but it’s ok urban dudes love the plain face. makeup face is just for you internet people.

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dinner’s on you muhfuckah.

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wow lots of yellow pigments going on there maybe i have jaundice. some days (hasn’t been lately i’m proud to say i’ve been quite good) i’ve been so hung i’d have partial bloodshot eyes and a splash of jaundice yellow making a nice orange tint to your eyeballs in the morning. YUM YUMMY! that’s when i write love sonnets to the makers of visine.

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lucas was like are you suuuuure? what? so what. bitch needs to get paid son. our hydro bill (for the chunk of winter) was $1300! luc was like i just looked at our hydro and i almost puked, the month before was $600, this house is drafty and riddled with leaks. our rent is pretty deece but the hydro is where we get punched in the nuts so when i do a buncha blog deals it’s like yay we’re all gettin’ wasters fancy time wuh oh no now i get to put a down payment on SOMETHING INVISIBLE AND INTANGIBLE that costs as much as a laptop. ok i have to stop thinking about this or i will get super fucking bummed.

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so i will enjoy the fleeting moment of what it feels like to hold a cheque in my hand the money barely gets a chance to settle in your palm before it’s straight to a bill of some sort or other. it’s not the amount (the sponsorship to me is priceless as it’s a luxury service) that i’m trying to show it’s the seeing of MINX on a cheque and for once it’s not my name misspelled (hi can we pay to the order of ronald fucking mcdonald too while we’re at it? RAYMI THE MINX is not a real person, she cannot deposit money i’m sorry to burst the fantasy bubble) it’s the brand saying hey what’s up to me and my brand. i dunno just funny and cute and neat. i have a minx magazine too from when i was 16 an ex-bf found it for me. it tanked of course cos i’ve never seen it since.

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hope my metabolism is doing its work right now. no more eating after 7/8.

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which means i am going to become way more psychotic with my food obsession and photographing meals.

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not a bad day. no not at all. thank you for asking.

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catch ya on le flipside.

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off to get minxed!

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look it’s sexy cat!

and thanks to saying total recall on my blog yesterday i had to google it. died laughing. like so…

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i’m so sharon stoner.

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feel like this after a bender.

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hot.

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hahahhaa

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YAH!!!!

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this movie is awesome.

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love her outfits. classy sexy. kind of sinister.

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and trashy.