Hello french fries! Friday! I mean friends!

I feel exhausted today. I have been busy and it dawned on me I’m gonna get more busy and I still have a lot to do and blah blah life omg life! So it’s Friday and I am glad to be doing f all tonight. I also thought that yesterday was Friday. So I gained a day to waste. Catching up on all my internet business, trying to organize and write. The more you do, the less time you have to micro-connect and then you feel the pressure. You’re doing your to do list but only half focused trying to splice yourself and time and spread it around everywhere but you can’t. I don’t care what drama I produce I am not making any bold decisions today so tread lightly.

My felt hat collection is growing.

As are my weird pictures collection! Someone asked if I did porn today, while another photographer is nagging me for nudes and to shoot and bler blah if you felt like pissing me off today get in line cos there are three more people who have followed suit too KABOOM! haha.

Rocky doesn’t piss me off though he is pretty Raymazing. At present, he nests in my winter coat on my bed. My mess is getting out of control.

I’ve been dressing a lot like Jerry Seinfeld lately though so that’s good. If you could see my shoes this joke would be funnier.

Went to the Hammer. Just had one slice and felt like barfing. So much cheese but very delicious. Next time I will go super baked and eat at least half.

Hi Damara miss you don’t know if this was blogged. I am really bad with keeping everything on one blog topic.

I didn’t wear this bikini top once this summer. I bought it to go with these Hello Kitty Bottoms. I’ll bust it out sometime. I had a lot of my tickle trunk wardrobe packed for my cosplay shoot is why I am rocking this. Apparently I need to explain things more in my life to avoid unsolicited opinions and what not about whatever the crap it is that I do.

My arm looks ripped here. I am gonna hit the free weights after this.

Seeing as I am on a complaining spree why stop now! I told my friend I used to trash on restaurants for shitty service all the time then I stopped because people (trolls) attacked me for it. But like wtf when people fuck up they should be called on it no? Going into an establishment and being seated and ignored for 20 minutes while you watch 10 employees milling around doing nothing IS TERRIBLE SERVICE especially when people are fungry. When they’re fungry, they come to you to eat, ever so happily and you kill their soul with each passing negligent moment. Our host sat us and ignored us, put on his coat then left! Without informing jack squat about our being seated, until one bar guy saw my super annoyed face and mulled it over for ten minutes. Is it rocket science? Do you think I am angry at the state of the world or perplexed by gas prices right now? Do you see water on our table even or those shitty stale LITERAL bread sticks? And there you have it, a classic Raymi fuming mad blog foodie post. Mercatto you used to be so good what’s the deal?

Legzactly. And yes we will be doing more band. Because I switched gears to “modelling” all of a sudden there is mass-confusion and widespread panic regarding my interest in “the band”?

See how bitchy I get when I don’t drink? I am basically Gerard Depardieu drying out lol.

Your food is excellent though, your staff just needs an intervention. Maybe it’s Toronto and I am spoiled on Burlington’s higher quality service? No offense (tons!)(jkjkjk).

Salumi is always good here.

There’s a name for this suit I forget but it’s a Japanese thing. Kinda carnival circus.

Tribal burlesque featuring my runner’s tan lines.

Chicago style deep dish.

Blond Raymi, 27.

21.

23.

Do you like calamari or octopus more? I will always go for octopus. Except if I’m hungover then it’s calarami and dusted.

There’s a Wonder Woman book in the works aside from that I have no idea or care it was a job.

Kinda wanted to walk around Toronto like this but had to remove it for one more look which was steam punk.

On the way there selfies of course.

That is the best bag and take away from my trip to NYC last summer.

BTW Next Weekend is the Sex Show. You will definitely be seeing me walking around in something crazy sexy. I think I told one of my friends verbatim that I was gonna dress like a total mega whore bahaha YOU KNOW IT!

Do you want a pair of tickets. I might just have one more to give away. Leave a nice vomment to cheer me up and they’re yours. Best vomment wins.

Oh look the billionth fitness photo of me yay. Have a nice Friday cos I know I won’t bahha.

Well whaddya know this was the one we wanted to post yesterday and not Blue Jeans for the infinitieth time. Try sound and spelling that word out btw, fun times. I feel like we’re on groundhog day with my blog right meow but I don’t have time to give you anything different cos I’m busy preparing for a model shoot. We’ll get together again real soon tho kay promise xoxo.

C ya.

Just a fun vid while off to Gobble Gobble with my big brother.

A great time was had.

More later! I know I always say it but that’s too bad!

Hi Nana.

Hello! We! Are! Qualifications! jkjk we don’t have a name yet.

Looking the part is half the work no?

Okay this is not the best but not the worst either. We did this a billion times and in varying styles. There’s another Lana cover we have been practising but didn’t get to really nail yet and somehow by the grace of whatever I haven’t told you what that song even is yet so I shall keep its secrecy intact but enjoy this video while you can before we private and replace it with something better.

Jared and I went to highschool together. Streetsville what! The second time I ever got wasted (and grounded) my mom called Jared’s mom. Mom No don’t! bahaha.

Yoko!

Water nymph look. Yeah I’m wearing shorts. Being filmed sitting on a couch from below is never the best angle for a woman. Unless you love huge thighs.

I’m gonna wear this dress more often. Bought it in Holland.

Fashion options.

Album art haha.

Of course.

The shades are for lyrics cheating btw and maybe for the grooving.

Thanks for listening. Doing music is part of my bucket listy 15 year blogiversary crap.

Have a killer Fridate.

Hi Skanksters. First of all, hit play on this before reading because I am writing this to this.

Silver Line is an amaze song. Notice when you go to a concert your brain gets infected and you have to do nothing but listen to the album again and again completely. I always rolled my eyes to music dorks friends and lovers of mine in the past but now it is happening to me so there.

I can already tell this post is going to suck the life out of me it has been so long. I find as I age and become more senile it is harder to rehash the mundane things I have done. Recollection has largely been a part of my existence. Like the Man and the Sea, my bacon staring back at me.

rec·ol·lec·tion
ˌrekəˈlekSH(ə)n/
noun
noun: recollection

the action or faculty of remembering something.

“to the best of my recollection no one ever had a bad word to say about him”
a thing recollected; a memory.

plural noun: recollections

“a biography based on his wife’s recollections”

synonyms: memory, remembrance, impression, reminiscence

“according to my recollection, he was wearing a striped necktie”
Philosophy

(in Platonic thought) anamnesis.

This is my face as a giant smiling acorn.

This is me concerned about everything in the universe.

This is me being all that and a bag of chips from Grease at the Drizzle.

And at the Sony Center. No wait this was pre-drinks at jack astors. Wanda Sykes was AMAZING. Joe Rogan did not blow me away but whatever it was still an amazing time thanks Ben!!!!

Reclaimed some motorcycle roots last week too was awesome.

A run. Just last week. When I could grease up and run in the sun super fun.

Drake display art. A microcosm of the complete picture.

Room before Raymi Tornado.

Raymi before losing big time at darts.

Chips.

Trying to take a picture of a ship #selfie accident/then pretending to take a picture of a ship.

That ship.

Those nails. Time to change ‘em up lookin’ a bit rough. Princess dirtbag protip for nails: I add metallic green in the same shade to the cracks and chips in my nail varnish until I can no longer tolerate it. Which would be today. I am a peacock by nature. I change my nail colour constantly. I don’t do manicures cos I have nice enough hands/nailbeds/cheap/ADD. I don’t do massages either. I don’t know what relaxing is! That’s why I blog.

As I showered for the night I visualized my entire wardrobe to conjure the ultimate concert look. This is my hair wet, pre-makeup for anyone in the cheap seats/cares. Those are my John Lennon boots I got from Le Chateau. They’re a light winter boot that I paid a lot of money for to avoid waiting in line for service at the Bay and I’m glad I did. I can get away with wearing them with daisy dukes because I am insane (have the balls) and they’re lightweight. I would say I’m going for motorcyle mod chic.

My mom said you can wear white after labour day now anyway, bottoms are ok’d.

Off to the show.

A tiff maskerpiece.

Damara has shrunken from all her marathons and her tits are gone I was upset ahhaha.

This is my street corner from years ago for several years. Old neighbourhoods can make you feel like a ghost.

We miss you Papa.

Ha. A pre-pic, relax.

Instant relief afterward but I couldn’t do bloodwork cos I had a snackwrap #idiot. Next week Mom and I go back.

They only lived once!

We were geeking out on our collective calf muscles. Runners, shrug. Fwahaha what a douchebag thing to say right. Legzactly.

Had to. So cute.

God this post is so long I wanted it to be all about Lykke li but all this other crap gets uploaded along the way in the frey. Apologies for the nonsense. I doubt you care though. It’s Saturday. You’re probably in a pumpkin patch right now anyway.

Two people now, one being my mother, have mentioned squats to me cos running will only take you so far. I lie and say that I do them but I don’t and look at the result of my ass anyway not to be an ass or anything. I do some uphill action, I lunge up and squeeze my ass when I run like I make my ass do the walking so like in all things in life I do it my way. Shoulda heard the arguements I had in Problem Solving math I was definitely a savante. Remind me to math brag another time.

Socks are padded. Toques are cheapo they came in grey and dark blue and peach. I have done the grey to death before, the red looks amaze with my hair and the green is a classic redhead contrast colour trick. I bought four pieces of head accoutrement this day.

Lace headgear is way classier and less headache to dance in and I will have no more excuses to wimp out on performing. Are you coming to see me dance at Poletergeist on Halloween? Brass Vixens studio. They’re amazing parties. I named this night too by the way! It’s three years in the making and the first crazy to kick off my 15 year blogiversary bucket list.

I splurged. Quality over quantity right.

Hi.

Hi. See how I like little extras? Extra extra there’s extras.

Didn’t buy but liked. I’ve owned hats with ears on them many times before in my life. It is unavoidable to own hats with ears on them, am I right peple? I am. You know who you are. I see you. #thisishowwedo.

Holy body transformation. It’s a tie between these guys and my little hearts ones for this summer.

Give’r.

Gonna pause it now these ones deserve their own post and I was multi-tasking through this whole mess I’m sorry. Say hi in the vomments you stupid dicks! Also friend me on ello.co/raymitheminx if you’re on it I write neat things there.

Hope you enjoyed your glimpse through the eye of the needle of my life, I bid you adieu xoxo.
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