so i was “interviewed” by a certain online “mag” and i didn’t like how they butchered edited my responses. it didn’t flow at all and they didn’t (want to bother) have time to fix it. total hack job. me going through the entire thing (what they wanted as if) to fix it would have been way too much effort also not my job to edit YOUR mistakes. they didn’t change the grammar properly to fit the sentence when quoting me verbatim so it read like a 12 year old ESL student wrote it, basically. while i get that sometimes my writing voice comes across as juvenile and lazy, it works coming from my perspective first person, not when someone makes it seem like they are saying it. anyway, didn’t like it but didn’t want to waste it so i’m just going to post the question and answers as i sent them in.

1- Who are you?

Hello I am Raymi aka raymi the minx aka raymi lauren aka lauren white. i am 26 years old and i started my blogempire at the age of 17 and have stuck with it ever since. i am considered a pioneer and i have inspired many other bloggers out there. i’m both modest and hugely egocentric. i talk a lot of shit and i have many opinions. i started my blog as a means of becoming famous without the aid of an agent or any outside help. i saw the potential for fame and also as an outlet for the massive creativity i have coursing through my veins constantly. if you are interesting in real life then you should put it on the internet – i say that a lot and i stand by it. when you feel insecure about something you are doing, be it a video of yourself dancing like a lunatic in your bedroom, that vulnerability means that you are doing the right thing and when you watch that video, the part when you started second-guessing your spastic dance moves, that is likely the best part of the video. same goes for writing and photos of yourself. go the extra distance, it pays off. holy tony robbins much?

2- What do you do in life? (job, fun, hobbies, activities, etc..)

i document every single thing i do and have been since before blogging. i always felt that i was special and that the world needed to know i existed but also felt kinda insecure about it. i’m classic bipolar for real, i feel this way yet that way. it can be annoying. i cannot stop writing about myself, it’s a monster. i have kerouac in my blood (really) so it never stops. i also paint demented charming things and sell those works of “art”. i go to events a lot and shows (live music) and pretty much party at least 5 days a week. it’s getting harder as i get older and more and more i am craving city escape. it is an eventual goal to have a cottage up north and go between living there and living in the city. i have about ten novels i keep threatening to write (have published two books independently to date), but blogging gets in the way a lot. i tend to get caught up in the ego of it all a little bit. there are hangers-on around me sometimes that i am finally coming to terms with admitting to myself and facing facts that i can’t let everyone in. not saying i’m queen latifah, but still, people do try to glom off what i have amassed to date for myself, trying to weasel some fame of their own off my back, i’m not stupid.

what else what else. i do other gigs here and there for scratch, i don’t really talk about it though i don’t think everything is relevant or interesting to my story (blog) but some people are very interested (obsessed). my blog rakes in between 3000-5000 hits daily. page views around 8000. many times plenty more than that and for fact more than a lot of sites in this city which make tons of money off ads and i don’t because i am considered pornography (but am so not) and not at all squeaky clean (being one person instead of multiple is harder to get ads placed, also being lazy and not approaching ad agencies has a lot to do with it, like, everything to do with it haha) i also plug various products, movies, bands etc here and there too.

i am a villain and a nuisance and considered a joke by a subset of people who think they are entirely too cool for the universe yet are the most boring people ever and if they’ve ever produced anything of interest, it’s news to me. barf on them. i am an outsider amongst every group and i’m fine with that. i’d rather reign in hell than serve in heaven and all those other cliche sayings, lead don’t follow etc.

3- When did you start tweeting? How many followers do you have? what do you tweet about? what value has twitter added to you as a person and to your business (if any)? Who are the most impressive people (or followers) on Twitter? Do you have any new ideas about Twitter? When will you stop tweeting?

382 Following 852 Followers 944 updates

i started tweeting um i forget, couple months ago? five? i always used to say when my blog needs a blog punch me. eating those words now. i “get” twitter finally. if you have something to promote to begin with, get a twitter, don’t be a fool. end of story. i don’t know why there has to be numerous articles written about every new popular thing the kids are all about. twitter is the new hipster of right now, as in, most annoying boring never-ending argument you will ever have with a non-tweeter. if you don’t get it after i explain it to you the first time then SHUT UP. to be honest, currently i’m in a this is boring phase with twitter. i mainly use it to plunk the direct url to a new blog post when i update my blog.

nothing will ever be more important than blogging no matter what people think about twitter. people’s thoughts and feelings surpass 140 characters. oh yeah, one of my tweets was selected to be published in a book along with a ton of celebrity tweets. that’s pretty cool. i am not really impressed by anyone on twitter, not even myself. it’s just a status update. unless you were live-covering something exciting, but still, even those updates are just news bits, nothing shakespearean. i started a raymisemo account to take the piss a bit, i’m also a depressive so once in awhile if i feel like sharing a bold sadness feeling i’ll say it there. most of it is bullshit though. that account follows everybody back (as long as they aren’t spam) so if you’re a numbers twitter nerd, she’s your girl.

i feel celebrities are ruining twitter, their personal thoughts reveal that they aren’t so fucking shiny afterall, it kinda hurts them i think. plus i feel like the internet is for “the people” and when a celebrity comes along and they already have everything and now want to hog our party and show off their 300,000 followers like, what more do you need asshole? we already know you are famous so of course you’re going to have more followers get out of my face!

BYE!

3.99 why not. personal treat. told fil he shoulda got the man version but in the store he said NOOOooo and now regrets it. i am always right. listen to my fun instincts.

cougar balloon was a big hit.

trustworthy mask.

i think i smell a new addiction on the horizon.

blueberry jam w/ brie on water crackers and movie time gotta go.

when fil and i were in the beginning stages of our courtship we enjoyed impressing each other with our mutual fondness of pioneer cemeteries. in this particular one, years ago, we picked a bag of apples for my dad and he actually ate them all. we put them in a mcdonald’s happy meal bag and i remember that being one of the last times i ever had fast food, particularly mcdonald’s, thanks in-part to fastfood nation. supersize me only made me want to eat a big mac even more, which i did immediately following the film. i got fil to drive me to the drive-thru and inhaled one entirely in the car by the time we got back to his apartment barely 3 minutes away from mc’d’s. i felt disgusted with myself. fil refused to have a bite.

not one soul was at this cemetery. there were a lot of desecrated grave sites, turned over stones and pillars. fucking punks.

more on the way.

it has a sash to tie in the back, not really necessary as it’s already super tight but adds cute-factor.

i absolutely love it and i absolutely love SPACE on markham street just south of bloor (took loads of pictures will show you in a few) i am kicking myself for not wandering in there before. everyone said all the vintage stores along markham are way expensive. not really, pretty do-able and i’m a major cheapskate so that’s word.

and for fun here are some culottes i didn’t buy, on the rack had no idea it wasn’t a dress. if there were less material on the top showing waistline i’d have bought ‘em.

britt said it seemed a little too clowny. i am salivating over the pictures i took, didn’t get enough time in any of the stores as fil and brad were hung impatient losers waiting outside, but i will be back, oh yes. i love this store, they are super nice (hi david!) they don’t have a website but it’s the one that looks like this:

they’re going to be working with the film fest too. there are loads and loads of glam vintage dresses back there, spangles, sequins, floral print haltered maxis you name it bo-fucki-ner.

you don’t even feel like you’re in a vintage store either it’s so clean and the attention to detail is very darling. see you in space, guys!

so we didn’t get to the drive-in last nite, kinda crap weather and kinda felt like crap too. we also missed out on portuguese dinner with the sharpie clan i am bitter about (our own fault). we watched movies on the couch and hoovered some pizza from martino instead.

this is the soppressata. i was impressed by their pizza selections.

calculated hours of time spent w/o leaving building since monday evening. then a few hours following that, i went outside.

fuckin’ pumped we’re doin’ one of my favourite things tonite haven’t done in ages. take a guess (no answering if you already know).

fil is upset that he doesn’t have as much excitement as brosz7 goin’ on here.

this was last week right? yeah it must have been wednesday yes, this was after starving artist menu at the drake my tastebud poutine memory just flared up.

strike excuse though was mentioned you could just take them over to the beer store. no one really does that in toronto that i know of. it pisses me off the thought of how much money we piss away not to mention a month’s worth of bottles/cans taken downstairs makes you look like the biggest lush ever. the dumpster divers must love us.

i swear these were brown last time.

stefan the skeletor. good work guy! also i hate non-landscape photos, portrait that’s what they’re called thanks fil. i feel like the person is being hugely pretentious, demanding, and boring like here is a photo of a fire hydrant, now validate my perceptiveness. fuck off guy try making it flow with the rest of the pictures maybe. anyway, you can’t not take a portrait angle of these two tall bastards. i stand by my guys are the new girls statement cos stefan and fil (tall people) talk about being tall and skinny when they hang and sometimes diets too.

wow nice cave hair.

this is me protecting bizo from bodhi even though he didn’t ask me to i am nice like that.

see the notch at the top of his ear (you can see it better here trying to keep the amount of photos down) he got that from neighbourhood scrapping. i think he could kick cid’s ass, one point being cos he still has front claws.

oh bodhi.

thanks.

thanks again!

bizo the muppet such a cute face. samir got him skinny somehow, dry food i think.

she’s so playful and affectionate.

then the room was invaded by two papillons and it was total chaos for fifteen minutes it was so funny and loud a total circus show.

dora is too cute for words.

and she lets you hold her for as long as you want, no discriminating.

pierre is another story. i am and always will be a huge pierre fan. kenny in fact called audrey demanding he be brought home. he got on ichat and wanted to look at him too ha ha and screamed for mr. peeps but mr. peeps wanted to stay and party.

i didn’t get one sip of pbr. fil got me pink champagne. i think i’m over champagne now as well as white wine. back to red hangovers probably.

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hahahaha i swear dogs have better personalities than people. what a goddamn comedian. if i did that would anybody laugh? no!

dora and bodhi are really close buds.

closing your eyes will not make me disappear nice try.

emo bodhi.

feeling ugly tip: sit beside audrey.

solution: try harder.

forget what we were fighting about, do you audrey? i remember it was funny.

dog me. all set.

not to brag or anything but i have fantastic nail beds.

this popcorn was so good it deserved a picture also really dug the family back story that went along with it. the secret is to spin the bowl when pouring the melted butter and to give everyone personal bowls according to their size of person. so cute! like goldilocks and the three bears.

impromptu hang nites are always the best ones. no expectations therefore they’re always exceeded. i know that doesn’t make sense, how can anything be exceeded if it doesn’t exist? you know what i mean anyway.

myvibe iphone app test video:

we say it’d definitely work.

pleasure to the max who needs men AM I RIGHT OMG RIGHT ha i think i will make a concerted effort to be a serious feminist for a week. pfft i couldn’t last 5 seconds.

xoxo TGIF