orillia-bound. work job in exchange for cottage weekend at some point.

the weekend for fall colour change, man, white people and fall it’s like shut up already.

shuffle it.

road meal. first fast food for me in years. i have to stop eating like this. last nite i had the nausea bad, thank you applebee’s (also a first time) i won’t be seeing you again.

take me with you! these so aren’t even in order so i’m giving up right now.

one of these days i want to just be wowed to all fuck by non-rustic cottage-appropriate whimsy accoutrement. just once. once is all. (not that i don’t like this stuff but you know get ready for a show…)

split ends, hair appointment week!

lookit me all fittin’ in there and whatnot.

A-hole. got the hang of it pretty quick unlike me and euchre and retaining information post pot. also, that game is hella-boring didn’t know we were playing with nana. take your tricks and get out of here please.

were going to hit up bass pro on the way back but hit up applebee’s instead then it was too late. i want to get the most insane winter gear ever.

check my amazing a-hole hand. of course once i’m winning they decide to switch games. another genius (not) type was playing too oh man, suffice it to say i felt extremely intelligent this weekend. like more than usual.

i was very impressed by my lining up of the faux wood grain skills. you know when you’re talking to someone and they get super interested in lining up wood grain to the table, typically that means you should shut up.

ate so much garbage. not unusual. that five chili sauce is super good, meant for tacos.

next day lunch. nice napkin? sorry i missed that party hawha. copious snark factor in this post, period begins RIGHT NOW. my nail polish, power was out due to electrical work. mayje internet withdrawal was checking up via blackberry, so overwhelming receiving a flood of messages and takes so long to reply to just one. may as well just save it ’til monday.

forced monopoly on ‘em. game was not finished.

tons of these guys.

wake n bake break.

i had not had panama jack’s before it’s like bailey’s weaker creamier cousin.

burnt my hand on this guy. i have three little burn marks on my right hand from separate SMRT occasions now.

so this is what the scene looks like. showing up in the dark and just walking out to the water, not knowing where it begins and the land ends. good move.

OMG I GET IT ALREADY BIRDS NATURE.

the cottage proprietors raked up all the leaves by the end of the weekend. i kept pointing out how next weekend the property would be covered all over again. they didn’t appreciate that very much. only a small little dose of JUST SAYIN’ guys.

morning.

party time.

i do not ever want to see a bichon frise ever fucking again. no offense but yeah, we’re on a permanent break now.

what’s up freaks.

MANDATORY NORTHERN IMAGE.

hey look a nook, a cranny, PUT SOMETHING ON IT ASAP.

i’m thirsty.

suh-woon.

sage is comin’ for me.

tried maneuvering down that thing in the nite, ’twas a no-go operation.

and what if my photo is hot and i am too? do i get arrested by the good looking police for speeding in an ugly zone? my cheeky standards are exceptionally high, nice try napkin.

don’t give a fuck’s in town all week.

took me awhile to figure out what this thing was, frog, got it. was taken by a drive-by french person, all limbs removed. aw hawhawh haw haw (french laughing). ps EW.

nice fleece pants, v warm. i want a one-piecer do they exist? that’s it straight to bass pro online right after this.

oh look it’s a cool story.

keeping it 90’s. if possible.

c’est possible.

fiftieth photo of this view. haha i feel sorry for you skimming this thing then the captions speed bump you, forcing a stop-scroll. i will just say this once, the part down the way there to the left you could see leaves floating on the water and it very much reminded me of that scene in the notebook with the white birds gosling takes her to that special place oh. man.

i think i just said something bitchy here and am in the facial process of feeling sheepish about it. evidence of a conscience.

wiley you’re in the way dewd.

increds.

nook winner. i feel like the guy who made up the word nook is a total total dweeb.

emo face.

serious face.

just kidding face.

shut up!

checking in. sorry for not replying and just approving. i appreciate the exchanges. interaction.

burn out.

getting into the notebook mode.

get ready.

so forlorn so many feelings it’s so much.

the wind machine was a nice touch.

running out of captions.

work work zzz.

you can stay.

what do you want?

keepin’ an eye on those dicks over there are you? well good.

GAY.

no no don’t get up on my account i’m fine over here.

me and may 2009 cosmo, nice to see trends that never took off.

went ATVing the next day.

look what i didn’t do!

i was painting my beautiful face in the dark.

and hearing long-winded renovation stories that i cannot relate to or care about.

coleman time.

bake break too chilly so tailgated’er instead. turn off lamp.

it just never ends.

round two tomorrow time to unpack XOXO.

Hey Raymi

I totally forgot why I don’t read the comments section of your blog, it stresses me out. People can be so retarded. Props to you because I’d lose my shit if I had peeps judging me everyday from the safety of their laptops feeling entitled to information about my personal life. Good on you for putting everything out there and you don’t owe anyone any information. I think those of us that really respect and value you and your work just want to see you happy and that’s all that matters.

It feels so one sided to read your blog for all these years without ever letting you know that I appreciate what you do. Thanks Raymi, for all the entertainment, creativity and inspiration. And for the occasional hipster jab to all those hipsters who sit in their towers and judge.

Lots of love. Cassandra

the verdict is in on the sound academy or should i say, the suck academy? holy just KEEDING sensitives. i do possess a theory regarding certain concert holes and what band plays where and why. sure you have your own. basically if you live downtown the proximity of the sound academy to where you would normally hang sucks huge. there’s like not one convenient way to get to it so a portion of your eve is devoted to being slightly PISSED OFF. that’s city talk though. now i’m in suburban zone so nothing really applies to me anymore. now i can talk shit all i want.

BUT they (sound academy) have moosehead cans that are teeny tiny retro-seeming. they fit in your teeny tiny hands like this.

and they fit on teeny tiny ledges too. oh yeah another thing about the sound academy is the all ages lack of separation, hence the wristband scene but sometimes you just don’t feel like getting blasted beside a 13 year old and their dad, and their mom cos i spend way too much time observing people and making little assumptions, scoping out vibes that may or may not be there. i need my people simple, straight forward. no mysteries please. in summation, i go out on the town to get shitty with shitheads, not familyland. that’s like being baked and skyping your grandma.

got cruised by a d-bag right there at the corner of that bar, then i turned him down but his friend still gave him “mad props” for it. i can’t even remember what i said. it was tactful at least. had to pee so badly on the way in by the time we got to the wristband dude of course the chick ahead of us only has a birth certificate, no photo id, and me knowing wristband lurch wants a minute of flirt power i butt in and said can you please just check ours i don’t have time for this shit. my bladder was about to erupt and i was prepared for a show down if the guy made me wait one second longer, plus it was freezing. seriously winter, you fuckin’ suck. how many times have i said suck so far in this post? i really don’t think i added the s-word to that demand but dave insists i did, and truth be told it was pretty fucking cool of me.

the bathroom was a delight.

very big on the neopolitan ice cream paint job. don’t pretend you aren’t.

wild animal winter hair.

on it.

ok?

GOT ME AGAIN DAD!

finally a scholar.

Fahahahaha ok ali g.

where?

couldn’t even make out what it was your eyeliner was agreeing with.

i love you.

cousin it came to town to see what was goin’ down.

does that one include rape you stupid fucking numbskull?

cool, two of you, went over your face too.

not that i drank too much or anything but if you want to save money, hide out in the bathroom for a little bit. you will save at least 6 dollars, plus tip. i’m so suzanne orman right now.

hot.

you’re a poem unwritten and you don’t even know it.

then i got sicked out for myself and left.

partied with vincent gallo for a bit, wondered why he was dressed in paint by numbers hipster gear.

right down to his perfectly trashed just so vans but more importantly if he “gets” “it” why is he talking to a girl wearing long sleeves and, what is that thing? that thing is summer, those sleeves are not. please don’t do that to my brain or my eyes ever again.

so many feelings it all around us.

double fister was NOT a cool story at all. he was “moshing” and threw himself into us, namely me, while i was making a video. he almost got a thump for it too.

that’s it from the funny farm for now. have a nice weekend.

oh before you go here look at this photo from kz. it is a metaphor for my life at present. THINK ABOUT IT. ok no more jokes for a week. joke ban in effect starting NOW.

here’s something new i learned. dogs don’t like the musical stylings of beirut. they don’t like strings or appreciate accordians or weird flutes either.

NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP

roots need a doing. next week son.

hey look, mother of the year award this is going straight to why the fuck do you have a kid? she stayed all nite long til past midnite, daughter crying and all, super loud side stage. i mean, knew it was an all ages show but COME ON. if you can’t get a sitter DON’T GO TO A CONCERT and if concerts are your priority and you’re that young then you probably SHOULDN’T HAVE A KID.

cool story moms!

ikeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea!

don’t know what to tell you. things are different now. was couch surfing for awhile there, then at my dad’s, then moved around the corner to dave’s place, made more sense. more space. no parents.

let me show you around i guess.

after this ikea pit stop, of course.

it was not meatball day (2 for 1) and they didn’t have lox either. i swear normally they serve these dewds with rosti potatoes. or they just do it differently in the burbs.

extreme close up.

WINE NOT?

atmospheric.

thank god for my lists. cruising ikea baked list in-tow, is still pretty confusing. for one of us at least.

free soft drink pass why am i showing this?

dave said i got a dirty look. finally someone witnesses. he shot back one at the biddy.

red theme on the horizon.

such a great print.

twice even.

sigh faint etc.

well hello there sneaky christopher.

SOLD! (next time)

not feeling the ikea scene much.

wait what, which way?

comin’ for ya.

DREAM BED.

rock of love (pepe) jeans thanks mom. i made fun of them and she said NO they’re expensive! then called me an idiot. ok then you win. like being expensive somehow justifies the tacky (in these jeans’s defense i dunno, growing on me plus compliment city) as by how everyone in yorkville dresses. JUST because it’s pricey doesn’t mean it’s tasteful. money cannot purchase a sense of style.

christmastown!

it’s never too soon for making money eh. stretch those season shopping days out as far as you can.

not even surprised.

same tired shit, ikea.

hearts everywhere. bought duvet/comforter set to match those things AND red velvet drapes i have always pined for some ever since a nite after kokie’s (rip) in this greenpoint basementish loft, floor-to-ceiling heavy solid red velvet drapes and i mental-noted it there on the spot, high as a kite. wow, rather sharey right now eh. yikes.

it does feel a little soonish.

taking photos of ikea lights is pretty fun. avoided that room entirely though, felt too spacey and rushed.

welcome to gayland. my new room.

got some mad red probs.

let me tell you i was NOT made for duvets, stuffing them into their homes, rather. comforters? what the hell. that’s like a 3 person job.

what’s that on the side table?

should have waited to put drapes up before taking pics. next project. getting home with ikea goods and immediately setting it all up requires a special kind of mania.

cool operator.

oh my god think you get the point the joke just died. i kill jokes.

my biggest fan. speaking of.

another room i cleaned and constructed. in the suburbs there are these things called HOUSES and they have many rooms, like, four even! so many possibilities. that’s a snake behind the couch.

shoulda seen it before.

this was on another wall, had to move it cos i walked into an antler and basically gave myself a shiner. it really fucking hurt.

my huge mural i have to iron flat. nice to look at from the couch and remember how much of a mental case i was in 2004.

doggy gate. no babies!

there’s zany rustic hippie stoner cottagey crap all over the joint. you must visit.

i’ll make you a snack even.

downstairs john, shelf above toilet.

same bathroom. raymi painting on the right beautifully executed by liz.

fuh-nay.

k that’s all for now bYEEEE.

i love this girl. it was her birthday yesterday. here’s a bunch of things you haven’t seen or may of heard about before but mainly it’s for her. in a subtle way she changed my life. props on that.

dressing up fancy for the legion masquerade.

here she is owning me at foosball. she’s had more practice. i used to be alright at this. kinda majorly lying right now. i mean i used to be good at fluking it. how i get thru life basically.

i would fight a ninja for that right now.

they said i brought the emo with me. people who indulge you in your humour and dumb jokes are the best people there are. never lose them.

hi-tech.

not cheap.

so worth it.

GAH! thurston followed us for a bit to outfox a fox. true story. this cat is probably smarter than you city slickers.

high art. carhole art. speaking of, this is how you carhole jam. hang tight ’til the end haha.

so wasted, such good people. you know what’s awesome? NOT being in the city for long stretches and not caring about shit you thought was supremely important at one point in time.

though, it’d be nice to be 20 again.

what a loud evening hahaha.

that’s the man you can thank/blame everything for.

root beer schnapps frosty beers my face just salivated.

bacon vodkas. these kids, these skidly kids took care of raymi. here’s us making the bacon vodka can’t wait for foodies to be up all over my youtube vid. we watched a tutorial of a buncha geeks doing bacon vodka shots and whining about it. wtf guy, booze is a skill.

seriously the best caesar you will ever have. here’s what i said on youtube about it: kinda gross eh but kinda amazing once you drink it in a BLT (bacon lettuce tomato) caesar when you’re hung/drunk/givin’er in Thunder Bay. to make: pour bacon grease in mason jar of vodka, let room chill a bit before placing in freezer or whatever place it right in, next day pour thru coffee filter, removing fat from vodka. make a caesar. you’re welcome.

happy birthday gorgeous one, free spirit most genuine girl who constantly blows my mind. miss you. i love makin’ you laugh omg gay freefall…………

boogie town.

i arrived skinny. that’s my airplane shirt. then the day i left i got skinny again. being a woman, fluctuating bloat is such a thrill. eating and drinking like a wild animal helps tons.

she wore that shirt the day we first met. i think i briefly wore that one too before i had to change seven more times. another “thing” of mine steph patiently tolerates.

getting there. belt needs colour and i think some silver all around to jazz it up. looks good where it’s hung beside this huge old diesel mural i’ve held on to since 2004. had two of them, one i put up on my old wall when i was living with my dad and when i got home it was taken down. too much for that room maybe?

here’s the photo i jacked off google to draw by.

see now that stupid branch makes sense. idiot.

deleting from desktop ahhhhhhhhh release.

i have ten pictures of madonna (as evita) waiting to be chiseled down some, commissioned painting since forever when now? don’t worry sheena.

something to aspire to. just watch this right now. so infectious.

well that can’t be topped, today’s a bust. why even bother?

painting my finch canvas, feel pretty underwhelmed by it. un-blowing your own mind, humbling. i’m so dying all over myself for these awesome rad paint skills right now! more coffee stat.

pumpkin pie brownies i got a teeny taste of.

those cupcakes were gone in seconds. don’t intend on having one of your own if you attend a baby party.