That’s the first one I ever starred in/made. My internet buddy said this video cured an anxiety attack he had he let it play and play lol nice.
I can’t remember what I was saying but sometimes I cuss, apologies!
Rocky says hi as well.
Tomorrow I’m doing an OCAD thing. You will be able to get the talk via OCAD iTunes, remember. This Friday is the actual 15 YEAR anniversary of my blog for those who care. Feel free to make me fan art like macaroni glue sparkle garbage for me to post! Thx ILU!
I’m waiting on a flyer from my colleague then I can make the FB event for next Friday DECEMBER 5TH at The Central. I wrote more stand-up material today, told my drag queen bestie that we’re gonna be written about in NOW so it is REAL omg. Can’t wait to see who my real friends are ;). I don’t mind it being low-key actually. I mean whatever right it’s only fifteen years who is counting? I might have to make a Raymi classic ms paint flyer to shame him into designing one faster for me don’t think that I won’t!
The first egg I had exploded everywhere so we tried to capture the second but it wasn’t nearly as disgusting, sorry. Hope you’re having a great Monday, amigos! Here I am doing part of my run yesterday. Wished I got out there today but it was too windy and rainy, blergh blah.
Alrighty then pt. II of my almighty life on planet Earth begins meow.
This post will not actually feature shade though, it’s just some catchy copy thing I thought up yesterday but now that you’re here you may as well continue reading along. I always end up talking crap about something at some point eventually.
This was the last warm day and I’m glad we spent it at Niagara and it didn’t piss it away being normal. It was Remembrance Day.
This freak band was playing a Lady Gaga song. Mean.
Sky porn the whole way there.
Started out my day looking like this. I am too shy to wear this hat in public. Can I talk about myself for two seconds longer before moving on? Girls who are pretty or make effort to look pretty, get attention when out and about. Now I am not saying I am one of those girls, but I do get a lot of attention and I never seem able to deal with this attention in the right way. There must be a name for the weirdo syndrome I suffer from. Anyway, I have this tickle trunk of awesome things I grapple with wearing IRL but for why? Writers are devout over-analyzers. The only reason I over-adorn myself and “try” “hard” or “make effort” in my appearance is because I wanted to be as pretty as I was smart. I don’t think I am pretty but I knew how to make people think I was pretty, back in the year 2000 when I started photographing myself and blogging. Trying to impress the douchebags in VICE.
And do you know how many times I have been told that this will be sad when I am older. If I am still doing this. Well I am older now and still doing it. It should be rad, no? I am a relic. Of note. I’m not done yet. My blog turns 15 YEARS OLD in 7 days. I imagined myself being ten million different things by this point but I am also okay in being exactly who I am. Terrified of the future I cannot foresee but just taking it day by day.
It has been a trying couple of months. Life is not perfect. On top of that, my health in the last week has taken a nosedive also and has put some things into perspective. I haven’t spoken about it cos I don’t want to alarm people but mostly I don’t have answers yet. My friends are assuring me it’s normal but there’s also the fear in the back of my mind that it’s all over now. Come see me perform DEC 5 because it might actually be the last time you have the chance to. Oh yeah I’ve been getting really dark with it. I’ll keep you guys posted although part of me wanted to be like Bill Hicks how he was secretly dying of pancreatic cancer but continued being Bill Hicks 100% doing comedy and nobody even fucking knew. Comedians are clowns that never want to make you cry. Robin Williams, another example.
This original one is probably better but I didn’t like my closet being open. Sorry this is so vain and dark. I see my blog like a journal of self reflection that can also disgust me about myself too. Being real is really scary cos you’re forced to confront yourself constantly. I could entertain you guys with a long list of things I am disappointed in myself about but what would be the point, growth? Ew.
The leaves are all gone now, snow and twigs now frame the lake.
Just keep on truckin’ though.
I threw out those flowers finally. It’s funny when people come back to you and try to repaint the picture as it didn’t go down. Fool me twice mother fucker, nope. You blew it I didn’t.
I’m still working on my book. It feels like War and fucking Peace at this point ugh.
If there is a God, he is going to have some words with me. Or show me the slippy slide right down to Hell.
The morning after Fujahtive I don’t have party face too bad. That girl’s boobs are near my face. This is at Jack and Lois in the Hammer. Very good hipster fattening breaky. Seriously, there’s something called the John Candy for crying out loud. This woman eating a grilled cheese with macaranoi and hickory sticks plus other garbage at the bar beside us oh man, my beau was like hey buddy that looks great what is it? When we moved to a table I was like THAT WAS A WOMAN YOU IDIOT. AHhaha.
Thank God for Hamilton. I have missed quirky cultured and hip things.
They give you a basket of chips when you sit down too. I ordered off menu an egg white omelet and they put cheese in it w/o my asking urgg but other than that I digged everything about it especially staring at everyone in there. People watching should be an Olympic Sport.
He had to pick up something framed. A fugazi poster. Guys seem to like that band.
Went to Chucks Burger bar.
Felt angelic.
Hi.
Even fuller on whatever day this was sigh.
The woman who was murdered by her bf around the corner was a regular at one of my pubs.
Vegan nail polish.
Tan time. Should I keep at’er or let my tan fade? I’m still pretty brown.
This is who I am seeing these days. He likes RUSH. I hate RUSH.
This is my breakfast standard. I feel like the poached egg makes up for the bacon and the grilled tomatoes cancel out the home fries. Just, humour me.
I really enjoy this picture of me. I could almost pass for somebody important if I weren’t dressed like Euro trash.
I brought two pairs of footwear cos my feet are high maintenance. My mom bought this sweater for herself, me and my niece one xmas. I seem to be the only one who wears theirs.
This is the money shot though. See how good the Iphone 6 camera is?
I still gotta dye my hair. I know it doesn’t really really need it so I slack. Ha right doesn’t need it then why did I make felt ball caps such a fashion priority lol. Anyone still reading do you like that I have been talking to myself for 15 years in a blog are you cracking u like me yet? ps hi.
I have been hanging out with this humongous mainecoon cat lately. He has a major underbite which exaggerates his feline features more so. He didn’t like me at first because he was barfing everywhere in protest but now he loves me and I have graduated to carrying him around, it looks hilarious.
Kinda blew my theory about how animals hate the touch of human skin. If you’re wearing shorts, your cat will leap over you to sit beside you instead of pants where they will nestle. Meanwhile here I’m holding Kingsley by the stomach and he’s not even fighting me.
Keep calling myself a runner but I haven’t run in a week. This is a thermal layer set I got from Costco.
Loving this feature.
This is my life now. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Peace.
6 years ago I blogged this one and it went over 65k views when the singers of this jam died (RIP Bonnie Bramlett / Delaney Bramlett). There’s no effect on this one and I take these Napoleon Dynamite glasses off midway don’t fret. We may be performing very soon for my 15 year BLOGIVERSARY so stay tuned.
Oh man where to begin. From these brilliant keepsake photo memorables to the very night itself and the honour to be apart of it… truth be told, I used to be a risque online model many years back and Anthony was one of my bosses.. that’s the connection to Fujahtive. My mother lovingly encountered and captured so many more people connected to Ant + company on Friday night and it’s overwhelming to experience this love, joy, and connection to the band but there it is real as real can be. A friend of Ant’s flew in from Prague for one night just to see this show. The only time I can think of a man wanting to fly anywhere cold for a night would be in the pursuit of tail.
The dream team had a blast, as per usual.
Fujahtive had a flawless performance and the house was packed. The band will be doing this again next year and probably playing a few shows in between at the request of promoters who came to the show. Beatles Cavern Club Brian Epstein moment much? Lol.
Oh good they’re even on Ello. I learned how to finally prononce Fu-JAH-tive. Say it like you mean it too.
I may have stolen some attention for myself.
Marois Kirouac Photography really turned out some impressive shots like there was ever a doubt they would.
Mom was Birthday hungover as well and you couldn’t even tell. #champ
Not to be outdone here is ONE of my pictures. I still intend to get a new camera and make use of it. One of these days. The Iphone 6’s camera definitly outdoes my Samsung Galaxy 4. Sigh.
Because we were standing beside the stage and I act like a Raymiac when I go out at night all the time people were grooving on all my, well this.
Crowd watching was awesome too and not in a snarky way. It was sweet to see these fans all be reunited and the chill vibe throughtout tattoo was like a big warm enveloping ganja hug. I kept thinking my purse reeked but it didn’t, it was the air all around you lol.
When I was younger, Ant’s gf (now wife) told me he was in a famous reggae band back in the day and I was like yeah yeah whatever sure. FFWD to Friday. Touche yo. I will never doubt random bits of information ever again no matter what it is. (Jk i don’t fkkn trust any y’all.)
And we haven’t seen each other in 12 years so it was pretty fantastic to see your old buddies again not to mention the fun I had the month leading in to the event promoting and working with the band. If you ever need some Social Media mgmt and help sinfluencing the system, do let me know. I come with pro photogs.
I’ll give you a quarter if you can guess which guy in the band hooked me up with some rollies. Hint: it was none of these guys.
How much do you love brass tho right? You know when someone drags you out to a show you don’t want to go to let alone hear and you’re all crabby (or is that just me) Well THIS show was nothing like that. It felt like my ears were at a day spa in Montego Bay. There was not one offensive sound that went inside my ears.
Heeeeeeeeey I want to play the trumpet too.
I wonder what he was singing about there. I loved tweeting about/to fujahtive. All you gotta do is google rasta sayings to make up a bunch of shit and string it all together LAWDA MERCY!
The visuals were nice and trippy as well.
Bro on the keys had epic moves. Could not keep my eyes off him. John was rocking the tight shots like he do.
So many good pics it was hard to choose for this post.
My mom said at the end of the night all the guys were super sore and it was hilarious to see them all complaining about their aches and pains and backs. Anthony required a wheelchair the next day at the airport bahha. aw.
Look at those satisfied smiles. Happy people everywhere. Can everywhere be like a Fujahtive concert please. All my friends who couldn’t make it should definitely feel stupid.
Nice work Mommsy.
Did you notice how my hair and mom’s shirt and mom’s hair and my shirt match? We must have some mom daughter mental connection cos we always match when we meet up.
Diva! Just kidding, Ant is humble as hell.
Raymi break! Each blog post must contain at least 10 pictures of me or the world stops spinning.
Okay I’m starting to feel crazy time to wrap this up.
This is for you cos you’re worth it. Happy Caturday!
Last night was Raymazing btw. Super packed house, everything went off without a hitch (is that the saying?) and the sound quality was pristine and the tunes were awesome. More to come bum bums.
