DOUCHEHUNTER

last nite’s course of action was to scour the city for rich husbands. well, rich guys (for a joke relax pants!) howevs, rich dudes tend to be d-bags so we were forced to head directly into the belly of the beast what is doucheland to find these treasures. one walk along king west a collective fuck that was made, turn about face back in the other direction to spadina then up to czehoski’s for a primer. i am not paying cover to immerse myself in cascades of rank people in ankle-length london fog jackets just to be ironic about it. YOU should be paying ME to swirl through the room and make everyone feel better about themselves. one door guy was all hey what’s ten dollars? uh buddy, a lot, considering the faux medieval times flames billowing oh so knightly by the useless red carpet out front. i know what’s just behind those doors and i don’t like it. you want to fill the room with loose girls? charging them cover is not the way to do it.

shall we begin?

douchebags were here and for the record i hate the term douchebag so if you know of a better name let me know but what’s more, they cannot even commit to their d-bag constitutions. uh guys you forgot your nausea-inducing penis wands! i’ve never seen black cigars. hyper-douchey.

introduced mer to the czehoski liquid salad which is hendrick’s gin, tonic and lots of cucumber slices. tonic is too sweet for me but i had one too anyway for old time’s sake.

sat by a group of guys who steph reeled in on the spot. the rest were not for us so we tried to be as disgusting as possible. sass was not feeling that. sorry i’ve been in the isolated suburban wilderness for a long time it was my intention to be anti-peen to help steph’s game as much as poss. not that it required any aid but you know, i love to laugh.

i did this to my hair a lot. i am never curling it again until it sorts itself out. it’s drying, on its way to straight town presently so it should be good. looking better. bought some anti-brass condish.

magic pony has another gallery space beside czehoski. i believe tania is the mistressmind behind these darling shrooms.

douche target bullseye: the paddock. rich trust fund kid (our age) nite. it was a scene for certain. out of control. i put this lamp on these people’s jackets cos they threw their shit in the corner and knocked it over. i just love decorating!

preg’rexic impression. i think i would be great inspiration for a pixar-animated ant-type character. or a grasshopper. maybe a praying mantis. every time i start thinking of insect-comparison jokes i remember the time my mom referred to the teenage mutant ninja turtles as the teenage mutant ninja ants HAHAHAHHAA. i laughed my head off about it for days.

try and keep a tally of bird sightings

trying to blend. sass looks amazing.

boring rich white chicks. now before you admonish my wealth-hatin’ let me say this. rich people born with silverspoons in their mouths made it so they never had to develop personalities. they’re arrogant (generally) so they don’t think trying is necessary. yuh-awn i can barely get through this paragraph about them even.

white girl dance moves arms raised no-no. we just love it and can’t help it we feel the music and it’s like ahhhh ceiling i have to let you know about this. this one was especially for me though, my flash got them going.

steph laughing ass off about it. that chick’s cardi looks amazing wish i saw the front.

i may have lost my temper at points. some of the people were truuuly awful and insatiably rude. we knew there was no love to be found so we got mangled and shitty, also known as “giving” and “er”. there was a dance throw-down.

the smiler look out she inches up behind you in the bar and has weedbreaf.

exactly.

mess.

REVENGE!

TAKE IT SLUT!

whenever somebody yawns, rush up to them quick and pretend you are holding a trowel. or a big juicy penis.

cali has turned this girl into a doper.

the one hitter has been such a hit. raymi’s guide to making temporary friends. also a great way to increase your lighter collection.

nice to know the girls didn’t skip a beat while we were out front.

these guys were blasticated and encroaching upon our territory.

and the reddest guy i have ever seen.

uhm yeah.

move bitch i’m trying to fox-trot.

orgasm face! this would be a good photo for a call girl ad. SEE THE RESULTS FROM ONE SATISFIED CUSTOMER! he looks like his prostate is being milked.

then went to eat our feelings at sneaky disease.

late nite scene there is good i’d forgotten all about it. everyone’s trashed and singing along to tunes waving their arms in the air it was nice to be among our kind.

BYE THANK YOU FOR LISTENING YOU ARE SUCH GOOD LISTENERS!

i kissed you i dissed you i missed you

balloons make any outfit look amazing. especially one that already is.

and then she changes into some money pants.

happy birthday aliciakins! you are oh so lovely and deserve all the spoilings that come your way. lookin’ great twenty-eight! xoxo.

my hair is way too yellow. bought some crazy purple condish to anti-brass it. hair lady says i can’t go as white/blond as i want cos i don’t have greys it will frazzle my hair. whatever i’m going back to my old girl asap. oh i lost my bank card. first time ever in my life. AND i got the job. training starts next week. goin’ out for brunch with mother asss now then checkin’ out pdale pad. xoxo.

raymi and the bed

i’m at the salon right now with gobs of dye on my scalp and it’s itching and burning like craaazy gahhhhh ughhhhhhhh i’m scratching at it with the end of a comb. i had a one-hit on my way in and that was fuckin’ interesting haha some old lady was here and apparently i was to “know” who she is? so i played along. while baked. i hope my hair doesn’t turn out as brassy this time.

tonite i am going out to my first big girl party in aaages i am stoked for. i don’t even care what i’m going to wear i haven’t been social in forever. and i might have a bartending gig lined up too i love talking about things before they’re finalized but if it happens you have to come drink and watch me work at the wrap-around bar. checking out new pad tomorrow. funny cos it’s lucasaids/melodie’s place in parkdale. if you know the history, lucas and i were roommates many years ago. we’re all grown up now so this time it won’t go to shit. the room doesn’t have a closet though so i’ll have to get multiple clothing racks. big room apparently too. i’m super jazzed. i tried really hard to make burlington happen but the novelty wore off. dave is movin’ to the ham for a change of scenery also.

i am way less miserable now. go life!

ok this shit is burning off my makeup gotta go.

dyslexia collection

do you remember when i said i think i am dyslexic now? duh obvi you do. anyway i only collected four dyslexic fuck-ups. there’s been loads more but what can ya do? here they are, don’t be so jealous all the time ok?

foten = often

adicated = addicted

repdict = predict

witnessing = waitressing

gonig for going is a big one, as well as any word with ‘ing’ in it.

please do share your frequent mistypes with me. there’s a good lad.

on the nite you left i came over

hey raymi

it’s weird how i can say that really casually as if i really know you but anyways, since you started getting all cosmo.com-y i thought i could ask you for some life advice. i was kinda nervous emailing you not gon lie, but i tripped on acid last weekend and my psyche is irreversibly damaged yeah i’m basically full on crazy so i figured i should at least check off some life goals and make good of this new outlook on life. emailing you was the #1 easiest life goal to complete ha

i’m 17 right now, the same age as you were when you started writing your blog, i’ve written a blog for like 2 1/2 years but lots of it is gay w/e unrelated. i know you get this a lot but you remind me of myself, or at least i guess we have things in common so i was wondering, how did you end up doing what you do? i’m a poetry major at the moment, but in actuality i hate every damn poet ever and i don’t know if i can stand being around those people my whole life. the only people who are more irritating than poets are on the internet, so here i am. how do you stand it?

sorry for the run on sentences. i smoke a lot of weed too. hope it goes w/o saying that i love your blog

sophie

hi sophie (one of my favourite names)

i really like your usage of cosmo.com-y very very nice

i have never tried acid you are quite brave and stupid for going there. your email made sense so i don’t think you’ll have lasting effects. some people never come back from it though so i’d hazard against more of that in the future.

i got to where i am by kinda going to the beat of my own drum and blowing in the wind. opportunities present themselves along the way and you either take them or don’t. if you have a bad feeling about poetry snobs then maybe it’s not for you. i was coincidentally just considering blogging things i thought in the shower in the exact manner in which i think them, kinda poetry. kind of obnoxious too but who cares. poetry is probably the hardest way to make it in the writing world. you only make it once you’re dead. or if you’re an old white eccentric man.

the internet is a wonderful way to get what you want out of life, thats what i did. my laptop is my car. and so on.

you’ll figure it out soon enough.

write anytime xo your pal raymi

i am going to blog this too because i am a blogortunist.

i fuckin’ haaated swingers

cannot wait to get roots done friday.

saw youth in revolt last nite it was pretty good and trippy. and hilarious. make sure you go stuh-oned. or ripped. it’s one of those movies. at the end dave knocked his entire popcorn down the stairs it was fun having everyone walk by us as we collected our ten million pile of things with the popcorn everywhere plus i’m pretty sure i was the loudest laugher and i have one of those HU-uh whooping cough joke laughs that make you go WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? and immediately once the credits rolled these two other burn outs whipped their heads around up at us to give us a good look. i just shrugged like OH well sorry we aren’t buds. saw them out back in the parking lot standing around for no good reason other than the same one we were pre-film delight. stragglers. straggling.

oh yeah i’m moving eh. back to the fold. see you soon ‘rontonians.

snuh-ore

so i gave a talk at ryerson when? over a month ago, before christmas, and i have a ton of material from it. the kids, ha, students, gave questions to the prof, he gave them to me and i answered as many as i could on the train ride in. instead of allowing it all to go to rot in a document why not share here? i typed this all out on the teeniest mini laptop ever so some responses are a little hackneyed. it would be cool if i knew what hackneyed even meant.

You were young and blogging was pretty new when you started. Why did you start blogging? (you might want to start with a bit of a history of the site)

I have always been a writer, storyteller, blogging was just a natural thing and made sense to me. I saw the potential for success in it. If not for blogging I might already be an established print author by now instead of releasing content daily on the web. Who knows.

What keeps you going? Are there times when you don’t want to update your blog? Can you see an end to your blog?

My own compulsions keep me going. I am addicted. I love it and I am passionate about it. I feel that my stories are interesting and they never stop comin’ in so therefore no my blog will not end. It can dwindle if I get wrapped up in other projects along the way and become too busy but no I don’t anticipate abandoning it completely ever. It’s such a huge part of my life and culture in general. Would a doctor stop being a doctor once he/she made enough money? Writing/art/creating is in my blood so to stop would be stopping my person, my self.

Have you accomplished what you hoped you would when you started? Have you picked up other goals/reasons to feel accomplished along the way?

Yes and no I don’t think I will ever be fully satisfied but I am pretty happy with what i’ve got going on to date. I’ve accomplished for the most part what i’ve set out to do and more things are happening or will be on the horizon (book deal).

Because of your longevity online, are you approached as a potential mentor by other bloggers? If so, how do you deal with such requests?

Yes. I acknowledge all email inquiries (with reason) and frequently dole out advice, I have for years. It’s part of my day, my life. Its how I connect with people. I answer truthfully and use personal experiences when giving advice.

What other advice do fans of the blog ask you for? (ie: advice about relationships?) How do you deal with them?

I respond as honestly as I can, it comes naturally. If something is out of my expertise I fwd to a friend and they impart their wisdom.

You mentioned in a recent post that you considered somebody’s attention stalking: how often do you have to deal with unwanted attention and how do you deal with that?

Daily. Multiple persons are obsessed with hating me. Some days it gets to me and i sit there feeling mind blown by an entire city hating me. Mostly I ignore and delete. Sometimes I make use of the hate mail in form of blog content which begins a discussion.

Have you ever tailored your content in response to reader feedback? If so, how and why?

Meaning taking requests? Sometimes but mostly no, it’s all my way, my vision.

Are there any other observations you would like to share about your relationships with your readers?

Tread cautiously. Don’t reveal too much or names because you never know who you are dealing with, sometimes people can go off the wagon and turns out that person you told so many things in confidence to was actually insane. you must protect yourself.

Is the persona of Raymi essentially Lauren White? How do you keep the two straight in your mind?

They are one and the same. In conversation there is more of a balance whereas in blogging it’s more of a one way conversation so i’m forced to take up the slack for both parties myself and the reader I must try and anticipate their response to what I am saying or their thoughts so most of the time it seems like I am just yelling and being far out there when really i’m just having a dialogue with myself about my day. Consider dr seuss for example, do you think he spoke in green eggs and hamisms all the time in real life? I guess you’d have to ask someone who knows me in real life whether I am my blog personae or not.

What boundaries do you try to maintain (The Globe article mentioned that you were reluctant to talk about your recent split with your fiance, for example) between what you write and your personal life?

I reserve the right for my own privacy when the time calls for it. If there is a family death or crisis or anything I don’t feel like it is an obligation to send out a statement regarding my current affairs though my readers would beg to differ. When you are built-up to be a blogebrity people’s expectations of you increase exponentially though i’m doing nothing different currently than what I was doing a year ago save for personal life changes. People are always expecting more and more and then they call you a fucking narcissist once you acquiesce. You just can’t win, basically. Though it doesn’t matter cos once you reach this point of un-adultered attention it doesn’t matter what you reveal or how, everyone’s got their minds made up already.

A lot of attention has been paid recently to people who regretted something they had posted online (because it interfered with a relationship or getting a job or whatever). Has that ever been an issue for you?

I answered this question recently and cannot place where. Anyway no. the line of work im after doesn’t require I play the game so to speak. I’ve always done things my way and if you don’t accept me for it then it was nice not working with you.

What introduced you to blogging? (Were you following a trend or were you an early adopter?)

early adopter – vice – raymi the minx began there (hahah this is as far as i got tired of answering this question)

How old were you?

17

How long have you been doing it?

Nov 28 will be 9 year blog anniversary

What was your goal of the blog when you first started?

To exploit myself, to make a name for myself, to get published, to build my own brand/empire.

Was there any influence in writing your blog since you’re one of the first people to have a blog?

Im related to jack kerouac so compulsive stream of conscious writing is literally in my blood and on the road influenced me big time. i put it down and went well, that’s that then.

Do you consider your blog successful?

absolutely

How do you feel about the success (or lack of it)?

Outwardly ambivalent somewhat yet secretly proud. If its not as successful as it should be I have my own self to blame

Before you started blogging, did you do something similar? Like write journal entries in a diary? What was your creative “outlet”?

Ive kept journals since I was 11, I have stacks of them.

What keeps you going?

A hope, a belief system that sometimes makes absolutely no sense to me some of the time while others it is the one thing that makes most sense in my life and It’s how I make sense of my life.

How often do you check your blog and update it?

Multiple times daily.

Are there times when you don’t want to update your blog?

yes

Do you see yourself still blogging 10 years from now?

likely

Can you see an end to your blog?

No and yes – I see it evolving and growing along with me

What will you do after the blog ends?

I never said it was going to end but if it did it would be for good reasons and I would be doing whatever made me end it. Growing new fingers?

Is blogging your full time gig (source of income) or just an enormously successful hobby?

It so totally is not a hobby. I am tired of answering this invasive question. Some months are good some months are not. And I do have other means of getting by. Ads. My art. Side jobs that are too boring to blog about, also private.

How lucrative is blogging for you? If it is your full time gig, how long did it take before you could commit to doing it professionally? (when were you first able to make a living off of it?)

I have always been committed before during and after lucracy

How much of your time is dedicated to blogging? If it’s not your full time gig, how do you fit it in to your schedule?

When I wake up I plug in and keep going until every last piece of email has been read, replied to and a post or two has been blogged. I try to lighten the load on weekends tho that doesn’t always pan out.

What is your process like? Do you edit what you’ve written before you post- or do you just sit down and publish whatever comes to mind?

I d/l my photos go thru them and come up with one liners regarding what I did the day before. Sometime things are planned, most times not. ill sit down with zero ideas then one photo could evoke a super long tangent out of nowhere and off I go.

Do you plan ahead a general idea of what you might be posting about in the next few days? Or is everything an immediate reaction to the day’s events?

Typically it’s an immediate reaction

Is there anything that you regret posting?

Not really. Publish then move on to the next embarrassing TMI story.

You’ve been blogging for a long time, do you ever go back and review your old posts? If so, how do you feel about them in retrospect? Do you ever go back and look at something you posted when you were 16 and just cringe?

Eyeroll more than cringe. I get over things quickly for the most part. Sometimes it is irritating when a hardcore follower references something I wrote when I was 19 and takes it to heart and uses it against me like once i was being emo and self-diagnosed myself as having borderline personality disorder. i wrote that when i was high and self-indulgent (not much has changed) but anyway i am not BPD so yeah, be careful what you say and make sure people get your voice/tone.

Have you ever used your blog/fame to influence people in your favour?

I don’t follow. Like PETA?

Have you accomplished what you hoped you would when you started?

Yes and no (stop asking this)

Have you picked up other goals/reasons to feel accomplished along the way?

always

Who would you say this blog is for? Like who are you targeting? Who continues to read your blog? How did your followers find out about you?

First and foremost it is for me and I am targeting everyone and I am doing that by being myself and not following anyone else’s rules/standards. My reach is pretty far but a large part of my demographic is women of all ages 20-40 range. Men too. Because i’ve been around so long a time. time is how people find you.

Do you get more positive or negative feedback from your blog?

70/30 70 pos 30 neg

Do you ever worry about who is going to read what you say or what other people might say about you/your posts?

Slightly but it doesn’t stop me.

Did your parents ever read your blog? Do they have issues with it?

My mom read it for a long time and then my dad began to recently. No issues, they’re super proud.

Do your friends ever get annoyed of you taking photos all the time and posting them?

Those ones are long gone now. some friends are all about it, while some are specifically for it (not real friends). it depends who you’re with. if someone is irritated by me stopping to take a picture of a turd they can just fuck off then. bloggers take a lot of shit from everybody and it isn’t right, or fair. people can be really catty for no fucking reason.

Do you ask for their permission before adding a picture to your site?

yes.

Have you lost any friends or family about what they read on your blog?

not really. probably? i know it gets talked about a looooot. doesn’t matter what i write about it’s that i write period. some people have massive issues with the internet (stupid people) and being public on it. it’s more to do with them than me so i make a point to disclude them entirely to turn the knife a little bit. you don’t like it what’s that? oh ok you don’t exist here. nothing is ever a big deal until somebody makes it one. i talked shit about a girl once and a mutual shit disturbing acquaintance told her about it, she printed out the post and confronted me about it in the pub. awkward. i felt bad but nothing i said was incorrect and i never mentioned her name. if anything she got a rude-awakening about being a totally obnoxious lush.

How do you go about counteracting a false or negative statement?

by addressing it and clearing it up. sometimes i don’t at all bother. if people are going to drag my name through the mud to attempt a reaction, they don’t deserve my time. i don’t see the fruitfulness in having a go with me or anybody who has nothing to do with you or your life. it shows true colours is all, and your true colour stinks.

Did people ever recognize you on the street (and talked to you/ acknowledged it?)

yes lots but in the city of toronto you’re not supposed to acknowledge famous people. you’re supposed to secretly snicker at them for some reason. when i get approached i know that the person does not actually reside in toronto haha.

Are there any other observations you would like to share about your relationships with your readers?

we go way back. we are a demented co-dependent family and they love me because i am their headcase poster child and i love them because they love me. the end.

How do you view modern art? What is your definition of ‘art’?

(these ones i didn’t get a chance to answer so answering them now)

um i think it’s wonderful and terrible and hilarious. there’s a huge divide in “the scene” between art kids and music kids and whatever kids, fashion kids? but they all try to mesh and the awkwardness is palpable. i think art kids are the best partiers but they are also the snarkiest. music kids are borderline nerdy. fashion is well, obnoxious. it’s not about the art, it’s the people behind it, cos anyone could make art but it takes a special kind of pretentious bravery to pile up a bunch of inanimate objects, surround it in fluorescent orange safety tape, pin black hearts to a corner wall and call it an installation. then everyone gets together and gets wasted around it. it’s a joke, a literal joke, or isn’t, and the ones who rule are the ones in on all of it.

Do you consider your blog art?

sure yeah maybe? i certainly make art to capitalize on my fame. is writing art? no that’s poetry. i dunno. people like to say i am an artist cos there is no other nice word for me aside from verbal diarrheaist. ok yes i am an artist and i know this because i take special care, precision if you will, in everything that i do from brushing my teeth to putting an outfit together, painting my face, walking around a supermarket. it is all an elaborate show. not elaborate, but a show. i am pretty vain in the sense that i care about my looks and will purposely dress a certain way, walk a certain way, or style my hair to get a reaction. so in a sense i am art. holy fucking pretentious.

ok i’m ending it here for now, there are too many more Qs to get through.