glow in the dark mini golfing baked, the kid working there was playing the best tunes like he knew what we wanted to hear and have been listening to the past ten years. then the music got shitty when these other employees took over, two chicks playing wimpy chick music. then it was like can we please leave? but before that best time, took hours it seemed to get from one hole to the next having to take photos every bit of the way, scatterbrained tripped out cliche hilarious. my eyes got tired halfway through then i looked at one acid-like day-glo painted squirly whatever and saw it swirl haha, plus metal was blasting. one of those moments you pay attention to and go i will remember this one, i will hang on to it.
dear raymi
Subject: I’m a weirdo
I feel like a creeptron doing this, but regardless….your mum know’s my mum and they drink 3 beers and cause trouble…needless to say we don’t know one another, however.. thanks for your blog.. i think it’s great. so many different angles, stories, personalities, style, art..you name it. no bars held just straight up information with a twist…which is your colourful personality…
i like reading your blog because it helps me to embrace the sporatic thoughts within me and make me feel more “normal” ….
that’s my way of saying thanks for a wicked blog…. i can’t imagine reading anything else while i spend my wednesday afternoon smoking from michael buble’ (my bong) and listening to soundtracks of the rainforest.
peace!
quoting something from an email i just wrote to someone else, it somewhat overlaps, is relevant?
people think i am an awful person when they first come across me like im a big loud gong show and really im probably way more sensitive and caring than they are they just land on me and instantly feel like they are supposed to hate me and decide to do just that
makes me wonder why the fuck i do this sometimes
but then there are the nice guys too
someone could outright destroy me and id still have something nice to say about them and cherish the kind times all that gay
i am upset in this one because i missed the easiest shot ever.
i won though. had the whole place to ourselves then this mom and kid came in but before that it was pretty fantastic in there. i was wondering why that place existed and how it kept afloat weekdays? guess the weekends make up for that. i would like to suggest they have alcohol refreshments and adult nites only, but that’s just me.
feels like high school all over again. i’ll fish around my archives in a second for glow in the dark mini golf pics from when i decided to look like charlize theron in sweet november, basically d-y-k-e-y at 18.
baton twirling is in my roots. new pants thanks stitches you cheap bitches. very shiny.
i wear black on the outside because black is how i feel on the inside – The smiths. nice one guys. unlovable much HA song title joke pahaha ah.
mall rattin’ it up big times.
losing my abs.
1/2 off tan til friday, 4 bucks for super bed 8 minutes. love a deal.
not too sure how the suburbs are taking to your hero.
hey brosz7 i’m huge in poland!
and in zines.
my “articles” have been printed many times over in various publications. i have stacks of magazines and junk oh whatever. before they crinkle up into dust may as well take a picture for posterity’s sake.
man, fat sucked.
some real artists out here let me tell you.
regrets? yes. not stuffing this in my mouth.
i get it jack astor’s, you’re hangin’ on to some of the wacky. yawn. more like yawny yeah, that’s the extra comments i shoulda left on my bill slip. just kidding when i fill those out i give glowing reviews cos i need to be liked, even after i leave. especially then.
paused the teev for a seceroonie for a drink or a piss can’t remember.
turns out someone’s eyeball is lazy town.
kinda sharon stoney a la casino.
if this gets back to you see-see i will totally hang. no hard feelings at all, really.
to me you are perfection. i seriously commend your non-brit accent capability.
hey hey now, you were mid-blink talk mode not me!
maybe if you’d’ve gotten to the point i wouldn’t have blasted pause.
i changed my mind, you are more patsy kensit. how’s mel gibson by the way? (lethal weapon 2) you are to patsy kensit, what mel gibson is to patrick swayze. RIP guy. (kevin bacon moment)(six degrees please tell me at least one person gets my jokes). OMG SORRY.
lets do shots!
you’re welcome for exposing this one you guys. blood on my hands all for you.
i kind of think rocky looks like my uncle. just the facial expressions. i think it’s a compliment. my dad took this, go arty dad go!
wild suburban times.
brian epstein moment with my dad, scouting out a new singer from the corner of this dive hole. man dive holes, great scene, not even being as sarcastic as i’m intending to be. i think noel and craig get what i mean.
suburban diet as of late. second time wolfing down deep fried pickles the last couple of weeks. awesome.
fat fuck snack. probably the best garlic cheese bread i’ve had out anywhere aside from the supermarket stuff in the foil bags you throw in the oven. you could tell they soaked the bread in loads of garlic coating before cheesing it up. am i a foodie?
keepin’ it dainty.
so long summer i dunno what it is about this season or what, just turned all on its own without consulting any of us, feels like.
everyone has personal stories about these things.
not as sketchy as it looks, nite time shot taken without flash made to appear like early morning shot which we all know are impossible to deal with at that time of party. there is no excuse for ghost blur face however.
BULLSHIT. who is this chick?
beating guitar hero – suck it rush! that song is impossible, even on easy it just keeps going and going and your right forearm burns like you beat off an entire fucking forest. the trick is to suck as little as possible at the hard parts then give’r completely on the easier areas to make up for the suck. i called my brother to brag that i beat it finally, unlocked a new venue then realised i beat the game. his game (well niece’s really) and he couldn’t believe it. my family is exceptionally competitive.
hey man at least i passed it.
sundays: made for antiquing. i’ve long since been a huge stater that it is the loneliest day of the week. plus everything closes at 5. yeah cool?
nice stance. you have captured the essence of haunted perfectly.
there’s a postcard of this someplace in a book of old xmas postcards i rifled through every time i visited the grandfolks. sometimes you have to look at something over and over again and it still is not enough.
64 year old doll. the lady who brought it in said she got it when she was 4. why would you sell that? no family to pass it on to or they don’t care? i do not “get” the world sometimes.
crouching tiger hidden poison anyone?
loved it intensely here we are again.
i love vintage christmas, that comes from both sides of the fam. i’d burn down a house in a second for these lights.
those are earrings teachers wear i dunno why they just do. ever stare long and hard at all your teacher’s outfits and think, why? what is even going on here? my favourite were the french teacher’s outfits everyone had crushes on them and they made you listen to celine dion. listen to fly en francaise, it’s called vole and it’s about a little girl who died of cancer and you will explode into tears, it’s so much more powerful in french omg see what french teachers do to you!? (i promise* i will never fucking mention celine dion ever again on this blog promise not guaranteed just listen to the part where she belts it out lie down on a bean bag chair).
uhhhhhh. well not to include it would be, what? whatever.
this is cute. take notes.
my parents collected old smoke tins. everything has been hung on to, kinda obsessive secret collecting hoarders we are. maybe i will be given permission to sell the shit in my own minimalistic retro shop someday….HINT.
i didn’t even bother looking at prices i have far too many necklaces as is. but still, still!
baby shoes (vintage) creep me out cos they remind me of that little kid from pet cemetery and that movie makes someone put shit in my pants!
brooches should be spelled BROCHES. who says brewch? idiots.
is this even interesting to you or am i in my own little world of thinking everything is amazing all the time “sort of” lets put it on my blog wait and see what happens?
new flats from mom thanks and they don’t pinch!
pirates were heavy into kahlua apparently.
how badly do you want a doll that looks like george costanza’s mother? how often do i make george costanza references: once daily.
number one reason i started blogging: i thought i was special and that the world should know about it as soon as possible and i didn’t want to have to wait to be a superstar for that to happen.
unearthing old cds holy moly guacamole (that’s my new saying now)(no it isn’t)(yes it is but just for right now) what a time-warp. currently spinning AIR the one album i’ve exclusively only ever listened to baked, high, insane by (is exclusively plus ‘only ever’ redundant? it must be sorry no more brackets i am constantly in an inside joke with myself apparently) and each track is making my stress level peak soar crash then up again i’m doing this why? self-sanctioned suffering is good for inspiration because. it occurs to me that the world is waiting for some big announcement via raymi wire. can we just go back to the regular old tired shit, here’s what i ate and thought about it, here’s a trinket that reminds me of some dumb story that happened when i was a teenager and that is a lamp post in the nite, be affected by it! as usual flickr is not cooperating so i can’t even do that. there’s some newbies-ish photos on there if you care, one specifically of a chick decked out in pink, piles of yarn hair pink tutu pink mesh finger gloves i didn’t get her whole get-up just the sneak pic behind her head on the subway i almost asked if i could get a shot but then i’d have to give her my card and then you’d all be mean about her and i dunno, put too much thought into it i suppose. wanted to ask where she was going, not a clue, velvet? guvernment? systems? i applaud her bravery and 90’s rave scene/japanese harajuku explosion homage i def do not have the cajones for that. oh wait here we go a pocket of internet connectivity.
sometimes you just don’t want to write about yourself anymore.
what’s this? oh good one. (boatloads of sarcasm)
ugh hahaha i’m sure the genius who scribed this is very pleased.
sensing a theme.
and one more shot of our hero.
rocky and cid communicate via these flats that are on their last, flats? i like to kill a pair a season. i really miss my aladdin slippers. sigh, jewels, sigh pointy.
ghost vision. seriously the bottom half of this chick, so much going on.
joe rules. he says he can tell i’m a writer cos i’m cerebral. i think that means babbling idiot.
here’s more or less what i said as i answered the questions last nite i may or may not have been baked and i am not re-reading this crap before i hit publish.
Was it a complicated decision to become so open with your personal life in your blog?
no in all actuality it was quite simple at the time i had no outlook or any idea in mind for any possible repurcussions of my online actions, roughly ten years ago on the internet you could basically say and/or do all the seedy shit you wanted with virtually yeah, zero fallout. there weren’t comments or any sort of…
Where do you draw the line with privacy?
now that i know for fact the majority of my family reads my blog i draw the line now. i try not to freak them out, i definitely censor myself now cos i keep them in mind but before all that i drew the line at showing beaver pretty much. once i started working as an online “model” i was 19 i began upping the ante in terms of online exhibitionism. smoking weed too, i really enjoyed getting high and blogging cos your memory recall is pretty much nil, write it and forget it. oh i showed my tits? big deal. seriously at the time the pool of toronto bloggers was say 100 and of them i was the black sheep of the bunch everyone else was corporate minded, political, conservative, sports and tech. i had nothing to lose and in my mind only everything to gain so i went whole-hog and by the time blogging reached it’s first wave of “cool” peak i was a few years ahead of the game so i was in. nowadays the privacy line is pretty blurred, like, everyone went by aliases back then now people are shoving their real names down your throat because we all want to be known. facebook for one obvious example, some people are wickedly private there which is funny to me as why would you join that shit or engage in any sort of online activity if you have privacy issues? another thing, who cares? really. no one cares if your mom has status updates and we see who your cousin is? what do you have to hide, seriously?
Have you any regrets?
tons and none. do you mean in a broad and general sense like i never shoulda not went to college?
What are the benefits of being public?
notoriety, contacts, experiences, attention, getting the word out, making a name for yourself…
Based on your experience, how do you think the internet has affected our culture in so far as a social tool.
pluses and minuses – the positive is getting thr word out faster, breaking news up to the minute, the second reporting
What is your advice to people on the issue of internet privacy?
get over it maybe? how slow are news days when we have to sit around and hear about facebook’s new privacy terms? it’s called progress. how invaded are our lives anyway already, we get junk mail, spam, your interac transactions all that is recorded so that the next time you click on whatever the fuck a certain ad is targeted specifically to you, thats just the way the world is and if you don’t get that then you obviously shouldn’t be on the fucking internet.
