More scraps from the pieces of the times of my life. It’s the one year anniversary of this made with love bracelet. My how time flies. Breadcrumb.
Like a good little wiener I matched my jacket to my boarding pass wallet. Can’t wait to bust this coat out some more this winter/hate winter, so not looking forward to shivering. I am a sun baby, and, a baby.
The first call for tights was panic. I can never gauge whether there is a readily-available wearable hole-lessable pair. But there was, thank you whomever got me these. I have lots of tights fairies out there. My burlesque tickle trunk collection is a blur, a stocked “I own this?” blur. These are frenchspensive I presume and if they ever get a hole in them I am going to be quite upset.
I can’t have my falsey hair in all the time because it’s clip-in so only for special occasion event/engagements. Like Sunday at The Toronto Ski Show. If you’d like to see an Academy Award performance of Raymi the Ski Bunny I suggest you tag along there. I’ll be judging the Jib Jam competition for the three-thousandth time reminder. I will be judging based on best smile, LOL and most fluorescent pieces of flare.
More of these idiots. This is the one who cut my hands most of all while bathing her. They had poop-arse, a handful of them. So cute and lethal.
Listen up! Continue playing and having fun kittens. Good work. Full marks. Bet you didn’t see that coming.
The one with the eyes is the best. Always scared looking. I don’t think they ever close. It’s more socialized-seeming now, less face like that. Hard to tell it apart from the others wow I need a life.
Do you see how many there are here, one is totally camouflaged backwards into the eyes-one.
Okay we get it bye.
And then I was vamping in the Salvador Darling bathroom.
And then I got my best friend a diamond chunk of glass from the ground in Parkdale she felt like the bellest belle of P-Dizzle until we chucked it back on the ground because ew gross.
Cray Tray and Craymi. LOL. There are no variations on our two stupid names that won’t make me laugh my balls off right now, plus, the memory of this entire evening just came floooooding back. You guys are in for a treat. Anyway we got ready, or I did and pre-gamed. For the record she said this outfit was ok, okay?
I fell off my chair here. Well, slipped off. It was very graceful and delicate, slow-motion and my heels played a role. We all laughed at me I didn’t care. Hot mess. It was funny like no one was surprised.
This is their new fav place. Our pizza was comped. Either huge gaff or intentional.
Right after I fell. I just, disappeared. I was like a potato bug with my black pumps in the air and mc hammer benetton pants, it was a very slippy outfit I’ll have you know and I was on a bender you see. High chair and a high bar where the dimensions are all wrong and the wind velocity of the room as it were.
We’ve also got Daniel of @evolvesnowcamps on deck lending a snow campy vibe for us beginners and likewise the Girls of Summer ski-bootin’ around the Exhibition. I can’t wait. I will be judging the Jib Jam competition on Sunday. I like power, we all know this.
So far I’ve given away 5 pairs of tickets to the following keeners because their zest for winter sport is well-deserved. I have a few pairs left, hint hint, you know what to do. #TorontoSkiShow is the event hashtag, use it well and often, stalk to us there! Stalk to me at the event and see what silly outfit I am wearing. I will have to do some serious glamping homework.
Happy Birthday Papa! You’re a stylish pleasant man I love you. See you at T-Giving dinner tonight :).
So french and groovy widow’s peak. Good hair jeans.
Oh hi mom.
Tracey the Minx will be on the TSS&TS scene too with Lois. Fun times.
That is my uncle. Skiing at night in jeans. I remember every winter he’d do this a lot and take whoever with him, whoever was game at midnight or 2 in the morning. #FamilyRules.
Mom I want to come next time.
What is that an In Living Colour hat? I can tell it’s just reflected weirdly from the flash.
Okay peace. Congratulations.
@misscmissc its my 2nd year learning to snowboard, I need lady gear, not my boyfriends! show me how to be a hill bunny xo #TorontoSkiShow
Congratulations winners! Email me for ticket collection info and ps. The RBC race will be hindering/re-routing traffic during the show down around the CNE/Ex grounds so be prepared for that and react/drive/run/walk accordingly. Here is what it looked like last year. Pumped.
My friend BechNEAT and I went to the first annual Toronto Oktoberfest the other night, and it was good. Even though she made us take the streetcar there. So we equipped thyselves accordingly.
I derno what the classier part of the night was, drinking in a gutter (alright, libville curb stop) or wearing a halloween costumed-dirndl over my jeans. We are putting that in the “not giving a f–” category.
They wanted me in the costume competition but we bailed before then. Raymi waits for no one, nothing. Knew I wouldn’t win anyway plus too shy.
I’ll wait for that though.
We got free beer upon entrance. Raymbecca is allergic to wheat. There were zero gluten-free beers on offer. I was like, I bet Tyskie was about to throw a gluten free keg in the truck and then the last minute they were like are you crazy don’t bother.
An older version of Raymbecca hung out with us for a bit, they liked my headwreath and were like TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF like approving fun older moms with jackets around their waist. I like to be on the edge of a party staring in to the abyss of it, drinking a beer, making zero eye-contact with anyone and saying an invisibility spell, dressed as look-at-me as possible. It was a great people-watching scene. People watching on beer watching people drink beer. I promoted this event so, why not?
The banners are a nice touch. I love medieval ribbons and all that garbage. How many people asked us if we were going to Kitchener for this LOL. No, the TORONTO Oktoberfest do you have a listening problem?
Yeah, I dig the fairy culture big time one doesn’t need to hard-press for that info. I was like this is the last time I am wearing this thing ever, I am so retiring it. One of the sleeves is getting manky. Maybe it lends a charm/qual?
There were some Beauty & The Beast-Belle lookin’ girls up in the joint, I love Disney, secret-obsessively. This was the sheet-show we took over to The Drake to take in some tunes down in the whatever they call the main room of the Drake, not the stairs and not the below-below. People in the know know what I am talking about right now but let me know when you want me to stop speaking industry at any time. I might start doing stand-up again.
Back to Raymality now.
More like Pee-Wee Hermanvision. I found this to be profound.
Potato us. I liked them. Edge of a party peeps.
I interrupted their meal for photos. They were the wood chopper dancer guys. You know the one’s Chevy Chase gets in a lederhosen battle with in Euro Vacay aka I was starstruck?
No it’s not the actual bros but may as well be when you’re gettin’ tanked at Oktoberfest. Give’r Lebowskis. Lots of Germans in the joint. It was a trip. See why I kept my pants on? Ps. why is it so funny to watch men dance? Lol.
I accumulate webcam photos from day’s gone by. I constantly document, accumulate. Then forget about it.
But now I will share all that crap.
Lip piercing hole pretty evident there.
I guess this was a skeletor day, probably the reasoning behind these shots and, also I did not want to show my face.
Over-exposed feeling blogger who blogged herself in to a bloghole. And there, I just found the title for this post.
Ps listen to this song while you read/experience the rest of this.
Been listening to a lot of this lately. He seems to write about shit I am feeling at present. Similar to. Parallels.
I can tell time by the nail polish I am wearing.
And the thing I do, to feel better. Blog. I daren’t do. Can’t.
I was teeth-whitening so that’s why my face looks like this. Black Panther salute, I don’t have an explanation for that. Excraptly.
Scene change. I am listening to this song now watching leaves whirl by in fast motion and a polish woman looking at a cell phone, starring in my megalomania real life beauty scene.
This Christina as a blob thing is quite inspiring. I love her. I wanted to hate her but she just won’t go away and I think we are all exhausted by life right now to just give in. And how can’t you exactly? She is a breathtaking inspiration, the eye candy for this video her curves and eating cereal, hair, makeup, colours so en pointe and imaginative albeit cotton candy dumbed down mainstream with a little bit of “done before”, fine, I accept. When the pop-teen queens take one last swing at bat I dig that. And selfishly-speaking, I picture myself shmammered dancing my head off as a bar star in a shithole to this and everybody wins. #popcultureforever and while I’m at it, the Bieber puke footage? That we get to see stuff like that is how you know life rules.
Alright Erma, chill, we get it k.
Then we started getting ready for Nuit Blanche more like Nuit BLANKED oh snap. I feel like everyone floated like a kitten through that shit. Big-ups Scotiabank (I’m a long time custy!) next year give us more? Your event has usurped itself for a drunken mardi gras of 905-ers. Bech and I spent four seconds in it, meeting the girls at Bellwoods. 3 hot lesbro friends of Shannon’s, I scanned the park and spied a rave with Usher-green fluorescent LED strobe lights, felt way too Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky for my vibe at the time so we walked our bikes through the throngs of drunks. I wore my art pants. The Lesbros went their way, Shannon, me and Bechs ducked in to the safety of Brass Vixens for some private-revelry and a couple hours later the scene on the streets of Queen were legit-cray. Wow. PS. Scotiabank thanks for exploiting me in the FB sponsored ad I never agreed to, cool thanks? Everyone wants to buy my Benetton jacket now so they will be stoked about that. Influencing at work mes amis.
It was a cold/mild evening. I wore the thermal pants beneath my black milk klimt pants.
Anyway that’s what’s up. Gotta do some worky things, triceps, a run, only cos it’s so damn nice out. You will regret passing this day up outdoors. I already do. More later as uje. Going to Oktoberfest tonight with Bech.
Anastasiya Shpagina (a.k.a Fukkacumi), from Ukraine.The 19-year-old hair stylist uses extreme makeup techniques and costumes to transform herself into a real-life anime character. “I’m not a like a doll, a doll is like me,” she writes on her vk.com (a European version of Facebook) page. Lots of other dreamy stuff on it too.
Ok well like I am actually going to do that myself I mean I’d love to but, all thumbs.
I love drag shows. I am jealous of them because if a real woman got up and impromptively lip-sank to a tune NO ONE would watch, everyone would think she’s insane and the women would crumple in to a humongous pile of self consciousness midway-through. AWWWKWARD.
Ha.
It was one of those surprise party nights. They have a raffle and someone randomly wins a huge birthday party prize pack (decorations, cake, like instantly that night it becomes YOUR birthday party!!) and one time Bech won. We didn’t win this night but it was exciting waiting for the raffle. What? It was! Shut up.
Speaking of awkward? Hotkward.
I look like doctor doo-little with that teeny pink doctor purse. Statement purse.
Local neighbourhood action watch. Watch us not give-a!
Baby crib. Nuit night? Can’t tell it was a very relaxing and partytastical weekend and both days kind of bleed in to one another also our repeat outfits. Lots of waffling, waffle pants, shirt. We did not make or eat any waffles I regret to inform you. Ate everything else though.
We have a theme-song to The Raymbecca Show BTW. The beginning of the jingle hits when we are on our bikes NON-SEX-UAL LEZ-BIAN LIFE PARTNERS IN CRIME deedly dee. Hahhaa. I am cross-eyed here as a bonus.
We biked to brassvixens through all the drunk nuit blanche stuff. We gave’r on Friday like all hustlas do so it was a Christmas beeracle we made it out at all Saturday. Drunk Zombies everywhere. Every city person I know or blog I read was all kinda over it but I loved it. I planned to storm Nuit like a Raymicane but it just didn’t happen so we shared a lovely time with Shannon instead, who hadn’t gone out for 2 days herself so she was up to get (moderately) down.
Wore my klimt pants regardless in case some Warhol scene was going to happen to me. BE PREPARED RAYMSCOUTS!
I’m going to start working on my routine for poletergeist soon. It’s going to be fun.
Going to be an awesome Halloween party! Come on out.
I don’t think I will be able to do the climbing upside down gyrating move by then (1:06) but it’s cool that someone told me on twitter that all strippers use the weekend songs for their sets now that I am in to the weekend bahah. I am so into the weekend right meow. Anyway I am going to do an homage to Today’s Special in my performance I SAY NO MORE. It’s going to be radular so that’s one Halloweenis party you must attend at some point.
You like 2 Broke girls? I got yer two broke girls right here. Ha. It was slapstick comedy intensity all W/E long.
Nuit Blanche or garage sale?
I asked that aloud to Raymbecca because obviously the merchant running this gypsy sale was full-Parkdale. Rebecca LAUGHED SO HARD.
And then the is it a Yellow Santa or a Wizard? game began. Yellow Santas cannot resist sitting right beside Rebecca on the streetcar.
Second brunch at The Lakeview. I drank mine. Pics of first brunch when I get around to it. I got a free mimosa because bees were after me. I figured out the most novel food discount ever: get dive-bombed and attacked by bees. I am serious! And I didn’t even complain or ask for anything free, nada they just waved my mimosa. I had to run inside though because there was a hornet on me my food it was embarrassing because everyone at the Drake has to hipster-behave but I was like, excuse me there is a bee chasing me. The guys to my left finally helped with a rolled-up newspaper. The server was like, are you sure just one because there are lots of bees on the patio. I was like there’s MORE!!!?? And there were. Like three more. Stupid goes, did you shower?? YES! Fuck everyone! All I was wanted was brunch and it was turned in to a Martin Short sketch. I don’t know why I even bother getting surprised or frustrated by shit anymore, it is always raining down on me I should just surf. Cool what’s next life?
No, not that.
Ahh happy place :). We had a private Nuit Blanche. Like a boy’s club in a totally pink girly club exactly what the doctor ordered. Shannon we love you!
Trying to get her on the Gangnam bandwagon.
This got an immediate thumbs down. That means someone must REALLY LOVE US. It’s true. Hate is the new love. Nice try guy.
I love ginger. I love gingerale. I love it so much they should be paying me to drink it I have several real life accounts accrued thereof influencing severe gingerale dependency upon all those around me that I love. Canada Dry, Schweppes I got mad love for either so you lemme know when you’re ready to talk. Bech may or may not have consumed the majority of 4L of gingerale this weekend. We ate like every 30 minutes. How is this not a television show yet? Bahaha.
