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it’s the noise what scares me
my curls before i played with them too much and the aborted outfit.
our countdown was counted down by an iphone. don’t say it, i know, I KNOW and “happy thanksgiving?” did i hear that correctly?
countdown to 2009 from raymi lauren on Vimeo.
enjoy the massive double chin and my end of nite gross sweaty hair and how pathetically terrified i am of opening champagne bottles. fil was mad cos it’s one of “his” “things” and he has “so few things” he says and actually speaks in this video, we only opened it so we wouldn’t be complete new year’s eve losers.
champagne from raymi lauren on Vimeo.
2009, big whup/big whup 2009
that’s my new saying but i can’t decide how i want to say it yet though, i guess it depends on how funny i am feeling and the circumstance of the situation at hand. i will keep you posted.
how was your nite?
matt gave us a jug of vodka for christmas and i gave him a painting i’m sick of that he’s been after for awhile.
my resolutions are to drink less, get more tanned, swear less, slur less, and feed more squirrels. oh and be more professional and write better/more and be less of a dick more of a prick. i think i can do this.
‘scuse us white people dancing, much like deer crossing ‘cept way less graceful but with just as much DANGER possibility. we tend to point a lot, and kick, and sway and fall into plants and sharp objects and shove and close our eyes while doing this.
looks like Busta Move just showed up.
i blew mine off before midnight and justified it by the fact that i would be BUSY taking everyone’s picture at the stroke (ew)(haha)(no ew) of midnight.
all i see is a floating drink she is completely camouflaged and this is so vegas-looking i love it who wants to go on a gamble adventure with me?
OOOOooooh someone went all out. what i meant it! did YOU bring a disco light?
so cute.
ugh that one picture ruining fallen-out curl strand in my face!
an insecure moment in time captured immediately after, i do not know how to work “curlishy” hair or my face OR MY LIFE.
TAKE OUR PICTURE LIKE WE ARE ACTUALLY TALKING.
we call this the fleet…
wood.
i see someone i recognize.
nice ring.
steph skanked someone when rancid came on, as in kicked a girl or stomped on her foot. AHAHAHAh ah aw. then we dissected her (skanked chick) reaction with Madeleine until it turned out that steph was actually the victim.
native necklace representin’ and i am enjoying that non-chalant pose in the background, pretty slick.
TAKE MY PICTURE SO I CAN SEE WHAT I LOOK LIKE WITH THIS FEATHER MASK ON MY HEAD LIKE IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL.
my premature celebration. i tried to pop it over these guy’s heads (and i did) as they were posing for a picture and it was almost timed perfectly for them oh what a nice picture that would have made.
NICE RING. oh yeah at one point i was sitting in this high chair (a bar chair, retard) and steph was dancing around me so i asked if it felt like she was dancing with someone in a wheelchair and she said yes it did then before we were even finished laughing at our own comedy we both out of breath recounted the story for other people. if you’ve never met me before that is pretty much the only thing you’re missing out on, i say something and if i think it’s funny, i then say what i said to someone else and then to someone else until i run out of people.
i was doing a little dance for fil, he had already removed the top from his popper so it would blast better come midnite, i got self conscious, asked if i should stop my mating dance and as he gestured with his hand to keep going, which was holding the popper, it spooged all over his stomach. slowly too. EWWW ha.
he had two green line stains on his forehead when we got home.
wheee midnight, we lasted.
2009 grabby. oh yeah no more crabby in 2009 lets see how quickly that one breaks.
harmonica horn blowing is actually feasible.
white people dancing on that shit was extra dangerous especially with sloshed beer all over it.
ok that’s all folks.
a chat with raymi the nana
From:
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Subject:
hey raymi
need to ask u something
yes?
can i get your opinion on a naked pic i took? just like to hear what u think
if you’re a woman yes, dude, no.
i am a dude. but the picture came out great. i think it was really well done. can i still show it to u?
if you are naked in it the answer is no
im sorry. i was just proud of the pic and wanted to share it.
find someone else i am practically married i don’t use the internet to look at pictures of naked guys.
it’s not so much for the sexual element. i just think it’ s a nice photo. i see it for the art value i guess.
ok well judging by your empty flickr account i call bullshit on this alleged artistic element, you are one of a million dudes on flickr perving out collecting pics with empty accounts.
no i just enjoy sharing my pics, i just dont like them made available to the general public in case someone is offended by the content. so i ask somebody first so then dont get hit by surprise.
id like to show you if u can get back the sex of it.
no thank you
on the road part two
i’ll try to make this as spirited as part one.
watch oot hoser just on my way to get some smokes, eh.
look it’s you.
this is a DO.
town hall Perth County Court House, v nice.
i remember thinking this is so arty but now i’m just bored out of my mind by it we had time to kill so we tooled around and i manically took photos of stuff from the car and this is one of the many pieces of shit from that.
then we hooked up with these two.
duh-ude.
then on to buzzed shopping at winners cos fil has a bunch of gift cards (no ulterior motives here) but poor guy couldn’t find anything and was the only one who emerged with nothing, that’s the second time now.
we got to see the cute new digs.
sean claimed this in the inheritance lottery, lucky sod.
red breast is jameson’s fancier relative.
they’ve just moved and are still unpacking nice tape ha.
Phillipino barbie collection.
feeling it.
fil always has to dial his old house in mississauga hahahah.
guys am i getting jowls? i think i am, is that from aging or losing weight or both?
stupid flash washed this out i have fifty pictures of it.
we all need some space.
at this point i was thinking i am going to be hugely embarrassed if i drop this drink down the stairs.
old homes they just don’t make ‘em like you anymore.
no comment.
whimsical.
lewd cookie break.
fetus cookie.
how much do you want to punch people who do “the point”? can they do it ironically though? sorry i have so many rules who am i fil? god can you imagine if fil was actually cool combined with his rules. he just said so you don’t think i’m cool? ok stopping now this could take hours. when did people discuss the concept of cool like how they won’t shut the fuck up about hipsters these days? what’s next something about how nerds will rule the world, revolutionary concept guys!
emm said ok lets get this bottle in here so it looks like a real party i mean WE TOTALLY DID LOTS OF SHOTS.
abortions are delicious.
bai bai.
OMFBlythe
ok nerding out here a moment, i wrote to gina well here i’ll just copy and paste it:
hey there
just wanted to write to you to say i got a blythe tattoo – what a mental head?
i wrote you something dopey a long time ago when i was 19 (now im 25 wow) you were nice and wrote back
here is the post of all the pics, i thought long and hard on it for over three years
you are the reason i first ever discovered blythe and i still have your book
i wonder if i have one-upped you in the crazy dept.? ha
love raymi
and she wrote back this!
oh wow, this is just toooooo great! thank you for sending the AWESOME
photos. i’m just dumbstruck! i woulnd’t say you one-upped me in the
crazy dept, but i think you came pretty close. crazies unite!! this is
the best thing ever! hey, can i write about you on my TIB news page? i
would love for blythe fans everywhere to see you! WOW!
and in other news, you mentioned a big weight loss. how did you do it?
congrats! that’s a major feat.
loads of love to you. happy new year!
xo
gina
as well as commented on the post
just sharing is all, morning, it’s new year’s eve, gah.
PUMPED for pumps
can i show you my new shoes?
ahh brings me back to my “modelling” days.
orgasmic shoe high apparently.
your face is gratuitous and nothing i do is.
stunned, waiting around for that timer to go off is B-O-R-I click.
doods do you think tonite’s the nite or what!?
i wore these socks yesterday (yes they’re clean now did laundry today pay attention) with my new mental illness pants and topped it off with a different plaid shirt.
just makin’ sure they’re the same size you never know with winners.
somehow scarier in shadow.
the double point just felt desperate right.
supes cheese way to get the shoes in there.
ugh fil why is that vacuum attachment in my shot stop embarrassing me on the internet!
ok get the point now i think we do just one more butch for the road…
take it all in folks doubt i’ll be cruisin’ around in ‘em much.
oooooooooooh finally someone linked to my blythe tattoo in a blythe forum i was too lazy to join thisisblythe.com anyway check the my little pony arm sleeve in the post below the one where my tat post is linked to, it’s amazing.
on the road part one
hi simpletons how’ve you been oh wait i just remembered i don’t care JOKES i so care! i bet i like you more than you like yourselves. alright, here’s some shit we did yesterday while you were beating off to judge judy, enjoy!
ah so good, we begin this quest by ignoring fil and reading to ourselves until we turn up at ikea to exchange our bath mat for one without a rubber lining and then buy some shower rings THAT DON’T FIT OUR ROD but we don’t learn that until today, radical. i know some of you are on the edge of your seats about this.
gave the ole tresses a break yesterday so it was on-the-go italian shower of power day. no you smell. ps. best laundry dramz day is happening ever and it does not involve me but would have had i not got down there in time to snag a washer.
groooooooooooan.
the worst thing about ikea is the waiting in line part, for exchanges/returns they have a ticket system which fil totally dug cos we got to chill a bit.
then a woman ruined the system cos her turn was skipped cos she had buggered off, um get a new ticket you cunt! i seemed to have been the only person annoyed by this or who noticed. how about your ticket system now fil?
that’s her fucking shelf behind me too.
what’s up dudes. their owner turned up just as we were pullin’ out so i wasn’t busted, phew.
then i enjoyed myself a five minute long piss. clean your mirror tim horton’s! ps. if you are “one of those” who calls it timmies 1. we can’t be friends 2. you sound like a total baby 3. die – in whichever order you want i’m feeling generous right now.
so starved can we eat here?
then fil had to go to the toilet so i went art small town homo ‘cept everything was ugly on this corner, i tried.
bahaha see?
don’t trip over yourselves callin’ up national geographic now.
here i am bored and in love with myself.
another boring parking spot obviously.
fascinating.
tuna wrap it was alright, i was more into the pretentious chick behind me bragging about her toronto friends and how much of a snob she is for discussing england (she said look at us we’re soooo snobby), i tried really hard to get her to make eye contact with me so she could see my squinty beady eyes but she was so immersed in her blowhard chit chat she didn’t look my way not once not even when i tapped the lamp above our booth to make it sway back and forth. GOD JUST LOOK AT ME. then i became more interested in staring at the guy with a gross blond pube beard with one of his gf’s long strands of hair velcro’d to it SICK.
fil’s meh chicken salad i paid for more than half of i must be pmsing hard i’m full of haterade right now can’t wait to hit publish and see how much of a bitch i am being. before this we stopped in at a terrible restaurant and saw some mennonites, i used the bathroom and came back to the table to find that fil had not been given a menu so we bailed. why do small town restaurants fuck it up so much who are you by the way cafe? (notorious worst service in the annex ever no wonder someone got shot on your doorstep you probably made the dude wait half an hour just to make eye contact with you)
someone write a guide to surviving a small town. maybe i should based on the teeny experience i’ve had i’m sure that will go over well.
mmmm gettin’ hungry over here.
dad, this barn’s for you.
i wish i was an architect in the 70’s.
why did you spell that the american way? and why are you so full of shit too?
world’s biggest meth pipe oh and kudos to natalie for pointing out that our bartender at the fox was kinda methy best description ever and i’ve been using it as much as possible since.
+++++
Now this…THIS is Blogging
nsfw
http://raymitheminx.com
It’s really no different than any other spoiled rich brat’s blog but the sure amount of effort and acclaim really put it into a surreal spot.
aw thanks, you think i’m spoiled and rich. total geniuses in that thread much.
“It’s like someone who didn’t know about MySpace decided to make a blog.”
seriously, bringing up myspace to make a point are you eleven?
alright, i’m going to take a BORING shower now.
