It’s Raymbo’s Crayhouse! Lell-Oh-Lell.
Smooooth la la.
Cinch that baby right up.
I’ve always wanted to play blind man’s buff. I don’t even know how to play and I have my own dirty version in mind or suspicions of how it’s played and how it ends up, I will give you a hint: orgy. LOL. Teacher says all my stories are about sex. What! So not true. Pretty true. And not just because we figured out who the night ghost rapist is heheh. Do you ever wake yourself up to find yourself ahh err like a chihuahua on a stuffed toy? That happens if you go to bed thinking hor-nay thoughts *I HEARD* and also in this totally fictional fable of a story about someone else I heard that the girl’s bf woke up too but didn’t know what had just happened to him and then I heard she just laid there as if it didn’t happen and he fell back asleep and she was like phew. Totally heard about this just the other day gaha man what a loser.
Before that we will play the SECRETS game. Courtney is a big fan of that one HAr har.
I don’t think I will let any boys touch this though, they can use a ratty one or whatever happened to that skanky playboy one we had? haha. I know the strap popped off.
Life is but a dream.
I don’t let his pillows touch mine either, he needs to change them. I know people hate me because they think I am a snotty stuck up bitch or princess, whatever. It’s just a persona guy and two, it’s hilarious and facetious? As if I would be the type of person to demand distance from my pillows but bed time IS a war zone and every man for ‘emself if your pillows take up more space than mine and touch my side so that I am at the edge of the bed with the dog on top of my legs I think I get a beginner’s fighting chance by expressing the rules about bare pillows touching my new silk pillowcases. Someone is eating popcorn out there right now loving this shit up so that is why I bother. The hallmark of my “personal” “lifestyle” “blogging” (ok too many quotations there) “brand” (sorry that one’s a doozy) is long-winded blabbity super crap and always has been. I had an a-ha moment that even my haters, despite hating, they LOVE the cray shit. Which isn’t even cray, it’s just a running dialogue that they highlight, dissect, judge, manipulate, expand upon (falsely), attack, etcetera all as a means to distract my focus. Emailing me when I am spooning on the couch about more hate threads like get a fucking life already I mean it. Picking apart my every tiny thing like I am a bad person which takes up all of the time of a dedicated righter of wrongs kind of person, namely me. When why should I care about a circle of people manipulating the truth of my life to mess with my head so that I am more exhausted by all of this bloggy shit so that I can’t ever move passed it.
If any other cool or successful person that I know of got what I got for their field or life, some of them being masochists would love it I am sure and others would just be confused. I am used to this bad treatment of daily garbage feeding sad to say. I am accused of not knowing how to cook and that’s why we get take out all the time. This is how I know the person is a troll n00b cos if you bother to hit up my archives you’ll note that I used to cook a lot, it’s not a skill one forgets but something one chooses to bother with. I am acting out against my homebody self, grocery shopping is a labour we pass on and eat out (or in) instead so that more time can be spent doing other pursuits. This person sounds young and is glamorizing house-wifing as necessity, stupid kid. An older woman might also make the same accusation but I doubt it, it’s aging-sounding. My mom can cook but doesn’t bother, and so what? Why do you care? Look at this delicious chicken plate this is heaven, plus a movie, oh we’re laughin’.
I felt too self conscious to wear this one to dinner, it would not go with the decor. Too cray-o-lay. It worked at Jamba because (apparently I looked like a blow up doll) it’s all bright colours in there (happy place).
So it was time to retro aspen suit up in to another zany dress. This is the sears catalogue pose fyi.
See how the back of my dress is completely out. See how no one told me. Who is flying this ship again? Two left feet what? I noticed in the bathroom after I had happily skipper-dee sashayed through the restaurant. Thanks a fucking lot baby. One time my mom stuck a wallpaper border sample ON PURPOSE to my back. I went to Beth’s house, she wasn’t ready to come out yet, as I left she said there’s something on my back and I picked it off my face went in to crazy anger red face I stormed home chucked it at my mother and waited until twenty minutes were up to march back to Beth’s door. Tracey stuck the sample to my back again but by that time we were out free to cause terror in the neighbourhood (tons of it, we got grounded multi-times weekly) and so it wasn’t until the next day did I give my mom guff for that stunt. And you guys wonder why I fly off the handle all the time completely. I am constantly under enemy attack ha ha. What’s funnier, enemy attack or fire?
After dinner I tried on my new feathers and played with Stella’s new baby. It has a squeaker in every limb and stomach and head. Stella can’t squeak though. One’s been chewed in to disrepair already. She has two babies now.
You can see how long it took me to change, go out to eat and come back. This blog is about learning!
This is my Friday night while you were probably being way more gangster. I like to visit this spa I know called the couch as oft as poss. Anyone else feel like February has sucked the fucking life out of them? Plus it was one day longer this year, how fantastic. Good riddance!
Dball deadly. I found another picture of our team on Mike‘s flickr but how do I steal it?
There we are! Dodge Save the Queen and my dad’s queen’s hand breaks. What does this mean? (Jack Skellington voice).
Saturday we passed out in the living room like first place champs might. Winning is exhausting. Ask Charlie Sheen.
Sunday found Stella mothering her baby. Who btw has a very cool attitude.
Stella saying of the day: WHO’S A MUMMY LOVER? Answer: Stella is. Don’t worry spring is here soon I will have better shit to write about. Like, drinkin’ in the park, dance running, drinking on patios, twirling my cape in the park, being made fun of by strangers in the park. Booze Lemonade stand? I will go to AA in September. I wonder how many people say that about spring break and then they end up in jail haha. I don’t know what I am saying I have never been to a spring break (have I?) but it would be fun to film a Raymi’s first spring break. American MTV has the most ridic coverage of it and my friend Shannon back in New York worked for them so I heard all kinds of stories and it made me secretly jealous because I was 18 dating a 29 year old and I have missed out on a lot of rights of passage from youth. Obvi this is an excuse to party my brains out like I never partied before.
I want to wake up like this the next morning.
Or that.
Why is that one busted? I think that’s the extra one. Now gracing our mantle. Hope they don’t melt.
Another picture with my eyes closed waiting to go out to dinner. More please!
I have a chip problem. Lower sodium at least makes me feel less guilt over it. Someone’s been bringing home dip lately though. No no! Sabotage much? Right Erica ;).
One for you and one for me instead of having to make it three.
She’s a pig so as much as this appears to be mean, she is spoiled and gets a lot of treats. Handfuls of cat food galore. Stella is also a pig ha ha. She thinks the entire point of taking a leak outside is a handful of cat food afterward. We had a nice walk today and she ate all kinds of stuff off the sidewalks so no handfuls of cat food today guy. Untying her leash from the dog stand at Starbucks in front of people was a joy. Not.
Are you ready for it?
February 29, 2012
Super post excellent! Ready set go!
These were so pretty. The cats had fun times barfing up some leaves, we all enjoyed that, then putting them on the fridge while we were visiting my dad and then to the garbage with them upon our return. This is why you must get a girl a gift for v day too, flowers die.
I get to be blond everyday so I am going with a pink haired Junko Mizuno to portray in burlesque MARCH 16 at The Bovine. Also it means I can buy a pink wig. There’s one I’ve seen that’s Sailor Moon in length. But my girl has a huge amy winehouse hairstyle so I might have to buy a more expensive one.
My new Dog the Bounty Hunter hair accoutrement.
It’s a Leap Year today. Now that I am old and dumb I don’t remember why they can’t just make it a permanent day, kind of bizarre really but anyway someone told me that in Medieval England it was the one day a woman could ask a man to marry and oh the infinite burns one can make from that. Girl waits four years, asks a bloke, he says no. Girl kills herself. Fun times! Or thanks calendar for this super special day to eternally humiliate myself by. Not to be old fashioned (totally to be) or anything but I like it when the guy asks, I have friends where the girl has proposed and inside my head I am going “it’s not the real thing!” or it feels kind of forcey? Yeah it’s the year 2012 now and shit is way more progressive (and gays get out of this one for sure) but still, as a hetero (who likes titties too A LOT)(motorboat club anyone?) I like my marriage proposals from the man. The end. You just won’t find me proposin’ and shit is all, also, my dowry would only be a blog that everyone will forever make fun of us on and the ability to make cats my friends so I need to up my game a billion per cent before I can even consider being a viable wife. Beat you to it assholes!
The day the po po came mom said to dress pretty so that they take me seriously. This was the best I could do whilst speed race cleaning the place.
And then some other day. Stella gets walked in all kinds of slob chic fashions doesn’t she.
Did I blog this? I can’t remember shit anymore. Who cares it’s a Feb wrap-up. Tomorrow is day one of my birthday month and my birthday is all the way at the end so every day this month I get to have one of the following: identity crisis, my life is over crisis, I am all washed up crisis, drink a LOT, get a couple spray tans (double dips my favourite) and regress into a 20 year old. Pretty much “just anotha day”.
V Day themed nails, did they last to V day? I think so.
When can we see the mildred’s hbo movie/series? Must use this before March is up.
This soggy gingerale package warmed my heart. I have the neatest Little Raymis, so generous and care packagey, great listeners too. I say I like gingerale loud and clear and they hear it. Henceforth gingerale mail.
Kylie is my little protege out west somewhere, not as far as Vancouver west but one of those middle provinces I long forgot about. When I do my Raymipalooza cross Canada tour the first episode will feature me retaking a citizenship test to relearn Geography and Canadian history booring. The answers are in the back anyway so, suck on that.
While waiting for our taco table at the caddy we noticed all these people who totally look like they watch the simpsons (analyze at will) and realized oh yeah, simpsons trivia night and a majorly limited menu that we ordered off of despite waiting to eat next door. Starving cannot be resisted when confronted by poutine.
Red Ridinghood goes to brunch and no wolves are harmed.
Time for brunch. Man I’d like ta get me some of that right now. Major appetite (for destruction) for sheez. I am having hollandaise sauce avalanche fantasies.
There is still time to get me the pink or the black. Play it safe and get both so I can use one for the day and black for events.
What do these look like to you? My dad copies me and gets poached eggs now (healthiest) because they come in a special little bowl. I like that the salad bar is permanently decorated for fall with fake leaves on it. Dad just told me he got a burger and fries to go last week WHAT so jealous.
That’s my grandma and my dad speaking of. Oh and he has unfortunate news about the Queen too.
I like your hat.
I want to do my nails again like this. Sparkly my little pony nails.
I make life easier now for dad and go with Timmy’s (vom word) while there.
Snorgle time. Kick me in the lips with your sharp nails all you want it won’t stop the snorgle rain.
Okay yes it will, my face is too precious for Edward Scissorhands face scratches.
This wine is bomb but red wine makes me fat so it’s on the no no list until I am back in underweight lithe looking territory. Which is today I guess but I am so going to pig out tonight I know it.
Countdown to vodka sponsorship please oh please oh please. That or gingerale take your pick, coffee too.
Inside of this place is where we played DBall. Where we WON. Def a Lord in a past life your hero was. Defskies.
Hello old friend. The Bedford is gorgeous. At Christmas it is a dream, garland and lights everywhere reflecting the tin rooves. Oh hell yeah I can write decorating porn.
Just think, about a third of these people got a ball thrown at them by me lol. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR. Actually I’ll admit that I am kind of a shitty player (kind of a shitty everything) but what I lack in throwing I make up for in dodging and lasting (uh some of the time, I was all over the board really) and enthusiasm of course, I am a loudmouth. Yeah I can throw for sure but those sponge balls get the better of me. I am a perfectionist in the head so I have to go over every fucking thing I ever do in life it is exhausting.
I don’t know who won for best girl and guy or team outfits. I read the dude’s name but who knows people’s names these days? Not I sir! But I super want that barbie like a mawfucka.
My button says playboy. Ironic buttons so funny (so not funny) but flare is flare.
Teacher admitted the animals like me more last night. I have a new thing to add to my fake pretend resume now beside First place Dodgeball tournament champion in Skills: The dog likes me more than you. That is just a rough estimate of how it will be worded but the gist of it is there. I just played with Stella for three seconds and she passed out from bliss so there you go. Dog whisperer. You should see us in Bellwoods I have to outrun all these beagles and terriers and other retarded slobbering dogs in love with me.
I like the water tower it reminds me of a Steven King book, end times, desolate small town and summer, most importantly of all.
I am NOT a morning person, Saturday morning least of all (we were good the night before anyway) I can do mornings as long as there is no speaking. So we were a bit crabby trying to race out of the house in time and get our flasks filled lol. Saw one of our opponents as we were cutting across the lawn of the building with a bag of tall boys then forgot about him til later and asked Teacher where that couple went, since donning stupid hilarious outfits, I think she was in a hawaiian shirt and a mullet wig. He might have been pencil skirt guy. Our team laughed at all our nicknames for people, pencil skirt being one of them so it was funny to learn at the end that pencil skirt was that guy and he might have been drunk. Hilarious squared. Though the face doesn’t add up to the one I saw on the lawn so forever a mystery it shall be. Just the way I like it.
Interesting week, interesting life. Also how I like it.
By Friday I heard the video will be complete. Exciting. Excited.
Hope I look hot.
Lots of mail this month. And something from MTV too ;).
My hair is awesome today and every morning since sleeping on these. Brennen was right, he told me I need silk pillowcases for my delicate hair. A promo was being run a few weeks ago and voila, sensual high-end beddings for your blogging royal highness. Thank you Cilque I’ll be sure to photograph my alleged wicked hair day once I hit publish on this superpost.
I asked if I could post certain pics I had on my phone (no spoilers) and colleague reminded me of all the pictures he took of Toronto Batman and I which I can blast up tomorrow. Yayness.
My hair, speaking of, has been feeling longer lately. Very important thing yes.
It’s been too wet to wear these lately but don’t worry I will be pulling a Burt Reynolds in daisy dukes plus boots tres soon. ps. you can show off your gams for forever, like Tina Turner. Only jealous girls say cray stupid shit like that, or like jealous bitches of my mom. Flaunt ‘em if you got em.
RIP Davy Jones.
February 28, 2012
This may be my song for Junko Mizuno. Maybe not. Or one by The Troggs. Danced for hours last night, my arms are getting toned, those wings are a work out. My stomach is a mess TBH though (I have abs and stuff but they’re covered in flab so I am desperately trying to avoid drinking and fooding too much this week) so more sit-ups galore are in store. They’re so boring though. And I am getting a tan don’t forget. Also on TO DO list. Dental floss. Lol. A million other things too gaaaaad it never ends. Oh and fyi I was experimenting with booty shaking last night so not all of it is in sync with the song (when is it ever?) Thanks PEACE!
I am so dense it didn’t even occur to me this photo of boots plus the song go together. Starvation headache is shrinking my brain.
“The dog is looking at me/Everything’s a party.” Our new Kraftwerk band lyrics. Disco party SUPERMARKET! Jokes.
Big tits or quit.
I want to cut this in to a circle and spin it around as an animated gif to house music.
Just can’t keep my eyes open.
Oh brother.
And now I am going to try to continue blobbing this smattering of pics from the rest of last week/month. Oy. Ok lets get this fucking over with!
Lets shake on it.
My hair was a mess it was Mughnday I believe, two Mughndays ago post Burlesqender weekend, so that’s my hair for ya.
Fake BJ!
Bech had one of those egg frothy drinks, delicious but gets in the way of all the tacos I plan to eat so I let her have her weird sour egg peppered drink (right? wtf lol).
Seriously I don’t know why I even pretend like I am going to share beef cheek tacos with you, I need at the very least THREE. Chicken is my second fav but I cap it off at 3 tacos so I only eat a few pieces of fallen off taco chicken.
The spicy queso ones are meh, I can make that at home, just keep frying onions and peppers forever and eventually will add every single scotch bonnet hot sauce from the fridge so I’ll stick to the beef cheek.
A WEEK LATER IT WAS TIME FOR TACOS AGAIN.
I was like no stupid let me take one I can do it better with no flash.
See? And as the spanish would say “Jajajajajajjaja” that’s how they laugh on the internet in youtube vortex world. It makes me “haha” to go “jaja” in my mouth (in my head) thank you for understanding.
It looked a lot brighter on the display before I hit click. Can you guys get more lights in your restaurant just a few.
My narcissism is infecting Bechnique. GOOD. Was that a hot taco my dear?
This is killing me. I am trying to eat better and GE is closed Tuesdays why god WHYYYYY does everything always have to happen to meeeee?
Go for it dude.
Hi.
Big ups to the horse guy over there too.
No tacos left behind or guys hun-gray for some.
And now obviously I want nachos.
I collect my cheque cards, mostly I’ve gotten the scorpion (what are you trying to tell me?) but now I have a mermaid too. Maybe I can cash them in for a taco when I produce a stack of ten?
Then we dropped in at casa del funny farm for a costume change before going to the drake to meet the social media game players club for Nus’ going away thing thang.
Ta da. I have since done laundry and attempted shrinking my pants back in to shape/fitting my body.
We had a fun time. A girl who recognized me from Creeps watched us well, namely me, like I was a specimen. I could tell she thought I was “a cray” and then everything I was doing was then amplified from her perception of me, and she dug on my mom too. Rap-attacking to Beastie Boys in my raccoon sweater slob get-up didn’t help my case. Meh. We were so worried about freezin’ ass up there on the drake sky yard I wore layers and then was instantly sweating from the heat lamps. Awful toasty and good to know I can go there dressed skimpy next time and not look like I just left the babysitter’s club.
This is what having the time of your life looks like! You can see Mike’s twin brother.
Blahaha those glasses on me need an upgrade. Hi Shannon!
Oh please Kerry you wish.
Bye Michael, Hi Stephen.
Hi Mark. Bech’s arm needs its own twitter account.
This reminded me I have to blob our hip hop recording day. Don’t get me started on my phone pics. Avoiding.
Obvi photo winner and Jules trying to get in on that action. In due time my fleur.
Oh right and we dodged the apocalypse down in the bunker beneath the Bovine. Phewf.
Fixin’ the ladies.
My harem. They’re like my harajuku clique except zero per cent controllable.
Courtney and I have birthdays coming up. Faints.
That’s a good look and I like that three drinks are set up for the three bears.
And the slippers go on.
See my seat booster cushion? DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME OKAY!
Double laptop and post show adrenaline party celebration. It’s all over ahhh and I soonly finally become a more likeable person for a short awhile.
She totally tried to give that to me, left it here, then demanded it back next she came over. I didn’t even want it! Is it still here, did you take it back after all that? Classic.
Then this guy showed up.
Waiting for tacos. A delicate situation.
Waiting for wings. Waiting to exhale!
Waiting for brunch! My dad beatin’ it in there asap. This place rules, they all know us, like us, and know when to ignore us.
We need to talk.
Just kidding there is nothing left to say.
Yes we all know I really liked that one photo I took and there’s good news to report:
I took several.
And there was dirt on my face the whole time OR it was after wings and therefore, jerk sauce.
Much better quality.
I will refrain from my usual humourous observational restaurant banter this time. That over-sharing privilege is being revoked.
Because it’s baby num nums time. Yes I talk this way in real life, far fucking worse actually haheheheh. These wings are getting a time out though. I hate breaded wings. Why would you take baked jerk wings off and replace with breaded, why was some unsatisfied skinny person like HEY these could be so much more fattening you know, this is a pub after all, please roll these in batter. For me it’s the sauce that matters and the wing is a vessel, like how I will put Mados on salad just so I can taste Mados. So making my vessel taste worse by junking it up with added breading hurts my feelings. So here I come Lou Dawgs.
February 27, 2012
Luckily I am built like a spider monkey with long gangly limbs. It was still cutting off circulation a little well not really lets say that I doubt my mom could do this. Maybe we will see in my next blogvertorial takin’ the cougs a Juicin‘.
Picture an infinite loop of “being alluring”. Oh, it happened. Did I pull it off? I’ll have to wait and see along with you guys.
Sean Ward and I are big fans of the almighty “collab” and we’ve been engaging in intermedia f-ery for years now so why not do a cross-over? Kind of like when The Jetsons and the Flinstones hung out but even better.
So never fear! Raymbo Bright is here! I’m back in Juiceland :).
Who’s That Guy?
I had four bases to cover once they said action: pretend to read newspaper, reach for cup, take a sip and notice then recognize the mystery guy across the way from me then make a hot for teacher face at him. Except this time I’m not for teacher lol but for…
And then in another scene I had MORE COMPLICATED sexy sadness actions to portray as my love interest flees the scene and I grip my Jamba Juice cup lacing each finger around the container one by one like in a comic strip panel and we close up on my wittle band-aid aw.
In between takes we muck about and I show them the fine art of juggling TWO oranges. Look what those nice JJ guys said about me, Dad!
“Look who was spotted at the JJ on Bloor! Raymi the Minx – the blonde, bombshell blogger enjoying the fruits of our labour with friends this weekend! Even trying to take some of our oranges too! Don’t worry Raymi, we will share a slice or two with you Check out her blog here! raymitheminx.com/“ *Blushing* Gee gosh thanks you guys.
Great Ray the Cray does as ‘zactly as she wants. I fancy meself a bit Eloise.
Kid ‘n Play? I will show you Kid ‘n Cray!
Who’s the lucky one’ll get a juice out of those oranges?
I learned on Lamb Chop’s play-a-long how to juggle, how to APPEAR to know how to juggle by timing your lobs and quickly passing the ball to your other hand to throw up in the air and when you get better you add the third ball, which I am not ready for yet. My Biography should be called THE EASY WAY. Ha!
See! Magic! Looks real. Looks like juggling well it is juggling except not the accepted kind with a minimum of three balls.
Do you want to talk about how not lady like I look in this dress?
Meh. I’ll leave worrying about those kinds of things up to you guys.
Have you figured it out yet? Ps. I got a shout out on The Dean Blundell Show this morning! Thanks Toronto Batman! Congrats for going over a million views on youtube and thanks for including l’il ol Raymi in on it :).
So you might have guessed by now that there will be a blogmercial coming out of this Jamba Juice-infused post. Cannot wait to see it.
But who is this mysterious girl in the juice restaurant? She looks familiar to Batman too.
I love behind the scenes coverage. Wacky Zany times and being inside JJ is like being in Toy Story, it is my happy place and I’ll def be running here lots in the summer. Have dog treats for me please :).
Sure thing love you guys! First location in all of Canaduh! Next location coming soon to 1853 Avenue Road, Yorkdale mall and Milton.
I didn’t want to get juice bloat so I had a non-dairy smoothie, peach, with 3G boost added (equivalent to a half cup of coffee) and it aided in my focus and adrenaline appeasing, acting capabilities (yes haha shut up) and filled me up. When I was done I had another, this time “a red one” which means strawberry and banana. With more 3G. We all had 3G’s and were cray for it and hyper-active, great energy for the shoot and time just flew on by, we were there three hours?
I re-applied my gloss numerous and numerously and almost went through the entire thing I bought the night of Love a heart. My lips are so big we go through a lot of chap or I just raw-dog it and have naked lips that make people think I am dying of something or other haha.
This is my librarian dress from years ago (bought it at vintage by the pound) and it’s now evolved into severely scary sexy librarian who will slam your hand between an encyclopedia IF YOU DO NOT SHHHH RIGHT NOW! Eeek I am scared and staying at home to read thank yew.
Sean teaching me how to be sexy. Correction, Directing. And bravo work I might add. It is one thing to be sexy which is way simple for me I just sit there sexily and people walk in to tables and walls all around me, dogs leap for joy, nerds look up from their programming etc but to act it can get instantly un-sexy so we had to do a lot of takes because I kept becoming SUPER DUPER NERVOUSLY UN-SEXY. Like way worse than Irma.
Luckily stupid sexy Sean was there to whisper sexy motivational (trade secreted) secrets in my ear that helped me get over my shyness and step in to my Raymi the Minx big girl pants. Okay Sean-o and Matt, roll tape.
Oh, it’s you. Hi there. Didn’t notice you there. Sluuuuuurp.
What are the chances of bumpin’ in to a dame like you in a joint like this after the other night? How many missed connections have you had in your life? They can make you cray, do cray things and act cray. In my past when I’ve spotted spottings down in the Dakota I go ok White lets do it, second chances are to be observed.
Future treat.
Pure torture this photo.
I’m a little Celina Kyle looking don’t you think? Cat eyes, the specs, the shadow play. If I plan on getting in to catsuit I better get my act together though. No more potato chips.
What’s that you say? Shhh. Lips sealed.
I couldn’t locate one of my burlesque heels (found it!) so I wore my spats, my dork spats Fred Astaire tap dancing the night away danced the soles in to dust spats yes precisely those spats.
I am an actress right down to my finger tips.
Baby don’t go!
If that were my librarian or teacher I don’t think I would tire of looking at her back side writing down all her weird riddles and stories and lessons.
I was complimenting his acting skills hahah, I saw his eyebrows furrow in an acty kind of way and I was like hey Dean “I totally noticed”. Dean is a wise guy and good fun.
A custy wished them congrats on the video. A lot of people gathered around and inquired on what the Crapman was going on with our little clique.
We had to get Batman away from the window at points.
Ooh movie star out.
Then some more Bat sightings in a bakery and we were off. Teaser out!
ps. my brother’s hockey nickname was The Juice (and Juice for short) because he was fast like OJ lol so this title is a nod to that as well as a play on Jamba Juice obvi. Follow them on Twitter @JambaJuiceCA to keep tabs on what’s in store with your neighbourhood juice store also hit them up on Facebook too: Jamba Juice Canada.
Hi Mughnday, how are you? This is what I did last night. Brace yourselves now. This photo so needs to be lightened colleague please do that.
Raymi’s hair looked like this. I could have just left it all down but something came over me, it was a soft hair day despite Leila cutting it to pieces in the dry dept. I forgot to put Mythic Oil on it but the mask I’ve been using in the shower is pretty moisturizing.
I look like I made my whimsical wreath head crown.
Sidecar has prix fixe sunday-wednesday, you can go have a bottle of wine and dine with a person for $80 (before tip) and have three courses each. Upstairs is a private bar/club too, you can pay a yearly fee or if it’s not too busy chat up your server like I did and poke your head up there, it’s very speakeasy twenties I shouldn’t even be telling you about it I can see myself doing all kinds of trouble up there. We were too tired so we didn’t have a drink, the bottle of Malbec was enough. I have been a cheap drunk lately and one who is fun to sit with so high five for that good streak.
Inspecting the perfection. Yep, it is still there. I miss having a digital camera. Mystery Camera is digi but it is 1. smashed and 2. big. So I leave it at home.
I gathered my hair at the top and pinned it with my heart diamond barrette from Miami. I need to get more hair pins, elastics are bad for follicle tearing, especially mine. Sleeping on Silk pillowcases have helped my bedhead by 10000% I know that statistics are bunk but yeah if you have un-co-operative or unpredictible hair, sleep on silk pillowcases and it will more or less look like it looked when you went to bed. I’ll blog about princesshead sleeping land soon when I get through all this other crap that I have to blog first. HAVE TO.
If you’re a garlic fan have the caesar, trust me. Teach had soup.
Two diff shades of pink an even and random blend spread.
This clutch blends in everywhere speaking of. I ask someone to pass it and they say what colour, I say white and then we get in a war over how it is not white and I say YES but out of all the purses THIS IS THE WHITE ONE so grab it.
I am so age face obsessed right now. Jessica said I don’t look old at all, like how my hater’s club proclaims. Ho hum, only hope to get an eye-lift maybe in the future, something to flatten out my puffiness.
These grainy photos are masking, I try not to do filters, it’s cheating. If it’s not great then trash it, that is my rule. I don’t like lying to myself much less you guys.
I got bombed.
I always get the roast chicken.
The skin is delish. I am going on a diet this week.
Steak frites of course. The mayo is irresistible.
One more chicken friend photo. It came on lentils and potatoes. The dessert was meh.
It’s been looking like a fun house in here for days thanks to the baboons that just will not stop defying gravity. It’s nice to always be surrounded by “a thing” that being a Christmas tree a month after Christmas or piles of my hello kitty crap. In other totally related news we are getting a maid. Just for the once, there are three animals also living here and they sure as hell don’t clean up after themselves so we’re hiring outside help and by we I mean Teacher because they’re his animals (who like me more lol) well, Lady Garbage likes him the most bust since I have been leaving her cups of water in the upstairs bathroom she might be bending to the minx side. Anyway Maid time Excellent!
We watched some of the Oscars at Leila’s and then darkness washed over the dude and it was beddy byes.
Bye!
ps. I can’t wait til this blog looks better. It’s not killing me but it might as well.
