So apparently we don’t live in reality but a bubble and teacher takes off in a care bear car each day floats up off in to the sky where he picks strawberry seeds out of the clouds and meanwhile everything I do is perfect (but only in my mind don’t forget!) at home where I sit on my tuffet waiting for praise and yes men and fake friends to shower me in adulation at my beck and call. Cool life! Where is this bubble of ignorance and bliss I allegedly live in, I want in.
Oh and I can’t take criticism either no no, totally can’t do that of course, because I am perfect and everything I say is right and I owe everyone my everything and I should just be a writer and stick to that and nothing else, how dare I have dreams! How dare I try to be good looking and delude myself about, wait for it, EVERYTHING!
We discovered a forum last night thirty three pages long slandering everything about me and teacher, my mom, stupid awful garbage and it’s nothing new EXCEPT it is current and ongoing, they destroy our valentine’s date, out teacher’s name and twitter. All shit I warned him about and now it is happening.
So I called the police.
They say I am a malnourished old lady they describe in detail what I look like when they see me in the supermarket and hilariously prove and justify every single paranoid thing I ever say/think/whatever, they say they live near me, they purposely get facts wrong about my past, talk a lot about how I am mentally ill and should be on meds BUT SHE DOESN’T TAKE HER MEDS that I am insane like I owe it to people to tell my every mental faculty of what is going on it was the most flattering fucked up disturbing read and blew teacher right out of his skin and now he finally understands how consuming all this shit really is. Btw I look like cocoon here because I don’t go out in the winter, I only have base on and uh, fuck off? I look flawless. You want more writing, I write novels beneath every goddamn photograph. I do it all and what do you do? Do you auction yourself for charity? I do. Have you stood on top of the CN Tower for a charity? I HAVE! I’m doing dodge ball for charity for the third time, what do you do? You bash someone obsessively on the internet lets see now hmmmm who would be the angel in this scenario and who is the devil?
Does this look like someone who gives a shit about what you think? Bonus points to my friend with the sweet tuck jump in the background.
Did I ever say I was an amazing dancer? I give a stage and am a stepping stone for all around me and if they hate me too whatever I gave them an opportunity, I GAVE, I did not ask for anything and you don’t have to like me or it (but there certainly isn’t a fucking reason to hate me period) and my dancing who cares if it sucks loser! What is your goddamn point? It’s a party stop criticizing, no one cares but you! For 33 fucking pages. The point of my burlesque jams is I like holidays because it involves costumes and themes, we all know I love to party so yeah I’ll call myself a burlesque dancer (aka youtube living room stripper) and hire other actual dancers, get sponsors to pay and cover my costs of decorations and my wings to have a production so I can have nice photos as blog content to keep this boat motor going where is the fucking mystery here it’s called being clever and enterprising and you are OBSESSED WITH IT. I do the thing and you talk about it and you admit to being bored at your job YOU TRASH ME WHILE ON THE JOB! At your stupid loser plebe un-infamous job HA! YOU ARE THE FUCKING ONE WHO SHOULD BE FIRED.
The thread I speak of as I type this is rapidly disappearing cos they are running scared now, the cops came over right away. You know what this is that you are doing? It’s more than cyber bullying. It’s hate crime. If you get busted in the uk being racist online guess what you get? 6 weeks in jail. What do you think is going to happen to you when you slander an innocent girl, her mother, her boyfriend, call her an escort, write about shit that never fucking happened after she bans you from her blog, you admit to harassing her in the forum, say you feel sorry for her, someone new comes up to defend her YOU BASH THEM. Do you agree to how bad this is making you look now, do you think you have a fucking leg to stand on? Sam Smith? Plus everyone else. And you can’t bullshit a bullshitter, don’t think I don’t know that you’re at least two people talking to yourself, tres sad. Your entire existence is comprised of obsessing over internet sensations and harassing all of them under fake internet aliases, you are nothing, you are ordinary and your life is unspecial. Your legacy is being a ghost who lashes themselves for being drawn to accessible blog stars. Sane people would have given up by now.
ANYWAY I am not going to let you get away with this so you basically have the smallest window ever to remove that entire fucking thread. The tides are changing and someone like me isn’t powerless.
When you hang out at the tickle trunk it always turns in to a costume party.
Ha Bech. Nice.
These people I have to pay to hang out with me were nice enough to pose for a few photographs and I take what I can get so I flew back in to the group shot as fast as I could before they changed their minds.
CALLING ME A BULLY! Please. You have wasted enough of my time bye bye now go get a real life it’s Friday fuck this shit! Remember now, you brought this on yourself, you cannot type LIES about people on the internet and get away with it after they block you, you email harass them and cyber gang bully them. You went passed “airing grievances” (as if that is a right???), saying disgusting things about my appearance EVERYTHING, you know what you did and it’s too late now but yes, keep going and digging that hole you’re in there is a nice file on all of this :). CRIMINAL HARASSMENT. Repeat that to yourselves, you think that you have stumbled on to some kind of loophole in talking shit “innocently” (what is innocent about it exactly???) on an open forum? Ok then you’re cool with your information being forwarded to the police for criminal harassment it seems (remember that thing I just told you to repeat to yourself in order to allow it to sink in?) alrighty then good to go.
It’s sad you thought (HOPED!) I was reading all along though and I mustn’t be cos I’d have a field day with it, sorry but maybe to you a field day is a blog post, where is the field and is it, all day too!? Stupid fucks. You fell in to my minx trap, you are passed fanaticism if what I do on my wittle-o-blog riles you up so much you must have a hater’s dance circle on a messageboard (NERDS!!!!!!!!) every night for the last 5 months. Gahahaa.
Sweat stains heeheehe. Sweater t-shirts will do that to ya.
Haggard?
Malnourished? Sorry but uh I have a stripper body all over don’t you worry about it honey.
I’m sorry your life is boring and mine isn’t but it isn’t my fault that you suck, it’s your fault. I invented a fun life and I continue to blog it and whether I always will or not shouldn’t at all concern you silly, you should worry about your stupid boring fucking selves instead! And no no no not at all do we think MTV is our meal ticket dumb dumb heads, there’s plenty more television stations interested in me right meow teehee xoxo your pal raymbo.
Haha this is like Ants or a fairytail pixar flick and I am just waking up from my miniature leaf in Tiny Town Marsh. Fuck do I ever wish that.
Like I always say WORK THE ROOM LIKE A PAGEANT.
Love the whimsical cocoon effect.
Thanks Katrina for the sweet lingerie set. Love it. Burlesque vortex beginneth ding dang ding.
My girls were a big help, I adore them so. Consider a burlesque production to be like moving. You need movers to move, you cannot do it alone. No one likes moving but it has to be done. I am very grateful to my friends and the love is returned don’t you worry BECAUSE I AM THE NICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD lol.
Don’t worry you get a shout out too Courtney! The mystery camera are close-ups because it gets zoomed in and no one knows because it’s a mystery camera DUH haha.
Ha cool. It’s like 2006 in here.
This looks like we are in a bomb shelter bunker at the end of the world THAT IS BECAUSE IT FELT EXACTLY LIKE THAT.
Drink up you will need the fuel energy I am going to have a lot of confusing demands and diva freak outs.
Bad girls go to hell ahhaha nice.
These lanterns were stupid and wouldn’t complete a full 360 degree lantern WTF!
Ron was funny and kept making brand or sponsored by slogans during his sets. “Coffeetime, it’s like Tim Hortons except someone probably died here.” Eeeeeh I howled hahaa.
Serious-lay Red Zep, dang girl.
And now thanks to Jules I have a weird shoes fetish now and am going to fire up some Spice Girls.
Swoon. Now I need sparkle socks too. Like yesterday.
Alyssa! Platinum Raymi Army OG conformist. Secret Salute/handshake coming soon.
Tiny acorn head face ahahhaa.
Ok I’ll shut up now lets watch. I didn’t mean to hit publish yet arg. So many goddamn interruptions today. No one lets me work in peace. MOM!
It will be fun practicing in this at home. Good for videos. I don’t get to enjoy my outfits until after I perform in them and the cherry is broken.
Heeheeh.
Bunny stress face so cute still.
Love the bottoms.
Won’t you love spotting me over the summer dancing to this in the park?
The wizard is in.
So this one’s for Whitney girls I said downstairs pre-show, we learned she died just before we left the house. I told them about what happened they were all shocked. Yes it was shocking, and sad of course. The show must go on. It’s a wake up call. I know too many people who have died in the last month :(.
I am not giving up however. Fear keeps me going, motivated. Trust me a lot of people try and get me down and get in my way. It really sucks and is energy zapping. Rise above I say.
Put yourself first always and if you don’t make any effort in life you only have yourself to blame, not others, not me. You know who!
I want more sparkles and a headdress. My next costume is going to be phenom and the next show bananas and it will get international press you might want to be in town for the sixteenth JUST SAYING LOUD AND CLEAR plus the next day is st. patrick’s day so double party. OMFG THAT’S A FRIDAY AND A SATURDAY. Cray! Sorry cray I can’t quit you yet.
O_O. Picture sure do last longer.
Eye candy forever. Food is here brb. That’s part 1 for now. TV TIME!
The chicken. The other chicken. I was full by this point so I can’t really say if it’s better than the biryani plate which I love, probably more. Okay there I just said it. Thanks for helping me figure it out internet pictures!
And from this way.
He always has the steak. Could you be more of a man, guy? I like it. I always have a bite too. I eat everything life has to offer. It’s more fun this way.
I was spotted by a girl who recognized me from MTV Creeps the other week, it made me feel super fuckin’ famous ha and what was more awesome was what I was doing at the time and she paid it no mind or acknowledged who I was with and she had to tell me everything about herself like, I totally would have done the exact same thing which means she thinks I really am a star. And it’s only about fame because then it becomes about money which is ALWAYS the bottom line kids, fame isn’t at all important nor is it to be made fun of, it’s a viable skill and great platform. This is just in defense of the next time I get a snide jab about my want for fame, my search, my journey for it: FAME QUEST 2012! Pilot slogan. We will travel across Canada and I will meet a hater and a Little Raymi in each Province and party with them. RAYMBOPALOOZA. I’MA EAT DRINK SLEEP AND FUCK ATTACK YOUR CITY LARGE!! I mean, learn about their culture and province and whatever along the way like a learny palooza travel booza adventure stories fun for the whole fam (it will most def be 18+). But it will be more about my fans and friends who I have spoken to on the internet for upwards of eleven years, I’ve met some and some I haven’t. There will be emotional (reunion) tears ahh I am even crying now! So good this must happen it’s been a dream for a long time. Must be shot in the summer so we can dress as skanky as poss. duh obvi. Maybe I can do a burlesque show in each town.
My traveling tourbus will be ruby red slippers and gold styles and we’ll treat the west coast like the Emerald City. Then we will set THAT one on fire mid-tour and switch to a Hello Kitty themed one. Anyway like I said it’s a dream.
The only thing that sucks about valentine’s day is the fog of haterade sprinkling the city, Toronto gets extra dark, the weather always sucks and everyone is in a secret competition. Guys are jerkier and will never be forgiven nor forgotten their foibles and trust guy, there’s tons of ‘em. Not teach though he passed the tests. I still owe you a sign hangin’ in that I put it away and am cleaning up this dump instead. Then going to elm street (during a sale!) and buying some big weird decorative wooden obnoxious and pointless adult piece of grown up furniture for the upstairs landing. Hammock? I wish. No that comes later. Maybe a nice low hippie chair.
A friend on twitter said that the people who enjoy valentine’s day are the same people who like maroon 5 (guilty plej I will admit) aka jealous and a few yearsish ago I was engaged on V day and a girl made a swipe on twitter that it was lame to get engaged on this (HISTORICAL FUCKING DAY? OH PLEASE!) but I know she wants to be engaged too and has been in a long term relationship herself (securely so) but yet had to dog my shit? True colours all over your face. Valentine’s Day is an expected engagement day, don’t be retarded. Sorry you’re still waiting. No really I am.
So many girls cannot stand losing to me, it has plagued me my entire life. I am in competition with girls and I don’t even know it and they HATE IT TO THEIR CORE that some bafoon like me gets ahead. It’s mean girl class war bull, snotty Toronto chicks you know the type but thanks to the wonders what are social media we can all cram together in this cray town and fake smile at each other. I prefer the icy stone wall statue of ignore. Whenever I go out with a pal and we enter a room I always get side info play-by-play of looks gazes and shit coming our way, or I’ll get over it and then hours later the guy will be like wow you weren’t kidding. Whatever I know I make a scene and live for it but there’s a downside when your rep precedes you and you don’t even have to leave your house to get in to trouble.
I think Valentine’s Day is drop dead awesome if done right. If I were single this year I would not be beating myself up over it, I’d have a party and an orgy and we’d have stupid red stickers all over our faces. Life is short and Saint Valentine planet earth gave you an extra reason to party, to be hungover the next day at work (take that excuse) and get away with it. Blah. Universally the world over everyone is feeling the same shit about LOVE and that unifies your bitchy outlooks as one, camaraderie, girl power, guy fucking assholes hiding in strip clubs dour. It’s awesome! See now?
So if there were a tv show I guess I’d get to be the villain. Hating from the couch. Isn’t everyone tired of all this running around? Yeah me either hahaha.
Sorry for lying about (promptly) posting the rest of blobbingtine’s day, losing a day of blog work put me behind this week, emotionally physically spiritually and giving a shitually most of all so this video of my picking our dinner bonus prize will have to suffice kay. I chose the envelope with the word LOVE on it because I am a huge time cool person! No all the heart deek outs were too hard to choose between. It felt like deal or no deal.
My new necklace. Vintage. I got the cost of it out of him too because that is how I roll and woah, some points have been scored for sure plus the 24 red roses and balloons and card plus sappy message.
Back with 70 play-by-play blog valentine’s date pics. I need one more buffer post rest before I blast more burlesque photos up. Plus this topic is pertinent. Timely. I wanted to wait a few more days before sharing these to be more sensitive to single girls as I know it’s a rough day can be tough and I have these things called FEELINGS but it’s my day too and last year I suffered enough I felt and I appreciate the good times when they are good.
I try to live every day like valentine’s day (doesn’t always happen though) as in enjoying the finer things life has to offer, going out to dinner and having nice conversation, simple finer things like that and a heavy dose of people watching too. Plus I am getting older and the older you get the more you dine at tables rather than dance on them, though I like also doing that.
We went to Mildred’s, we didn’t fight once, shared a bottle of Syrah and had the prix fixe. Valentine’s Victorious.
I read this as $95 each so when the bill came I was blown away by how cheap. Ha. Team dumb dumb will be right back while the rest of these upload. *Post title is in reference to this.
Some of us are watching our figures.
I’m on my you know what and last week was a late night every night week so suffice to say I looked tired and mildred’s lighting’s not the greatest for that. AND when you lose weight your face looks old, it’s a tricky thing. Basically I am going tanning asap.
My hair is a little hay-ish. I bought a mask and this serum stuff I’ll tell you the name of next I get up to pee.
An elder silver haired fox (your type mom) (but on a date with a, I dunno they were both bored and on their phones the whole time) stared at me curiously, I caught it often. Also this other guy who said a racial thing about his own race but still, I could not look left the entire dinner, and kept blushing and staring at (sometimes lying on) the wall and looking at my hot date obvs.
Haha I so look like I’m like TAKE MY PICTURE Olé!
Here’s another weird tidbit. My ex and I celebrated vday a day earlier to avoid table waits or whatever, and spent vday on the couch so for many years I have never been around other couples on this weird holy romantic “holiday” Holi-date and I think in my head I built it up to be like sex and the city’s just gobs of red everywhere and couples, seas of them in passionate amour world and shit like my personal blog photoshoots seem quite out of sorts. I have manners and etiquette of course but do I let that get in the way of my work? Fuck no.
They are all actors in MY play now. Fix that posture please.
It was packed. We didn’t mind waiting a minute, by the time his drink came we were at the table. Mine took awhile longer as I ordered a complicated cocktail. It was a cock move I am sorry.
More coming, just trying to catch up on the day of traffic I lost by finger blasting my blog out on twitter/FB and taking a quick edit break. Writing is a lot of work. Even if it is newfangled retarded crap like this it is still work and it still draws a crowd and I still gotta do it. Monster posts. I have a lot to say!
Ps. RIP Cray. It’s played out, I killed it. Killing it. Die now.
Kind of the Never ending storyish. Very sweet corner. I got to stare down at my entire domain.
In my figure skater dress as it rode up over my ass until I was just sitting on my black panty hose.
Yumbo. Boozy. Tons of chilis.
Wiener!
I wished the ball would roll through the room like a tumbleweed or like katamari damacy and get bigger the more it rolls picking up people chairs plates and tables ya. I miss playing that game.
Pervy. That’s how we do!
I was able to wait until we ordered before I opened it.
I love it. Luh uv it. That jewelry store must love Teacher too. I am spoiled. I am worth it too so, shut uppy to those nasty folk thinking nasty thoughts.
Nachos are so delectable.
We all know how much I love games so I ordered quail. Lol. Shut up. I am funny. It came on some pumpkin, roasted. I was stuffing this little guy into my face with one hand and nachos with the other. Game on.
When I came out of the bathroom my server marched a long with me holding this hot sauce like we were a parade. I blushed. I over think everything and time bathroom visits sparingly if I can manage it. There are too many people in this room to pretend to not notice it’s suffocating the shy in me. I am a classic neurotic and lazy ass and I knew my dress was see through and too short and I felt over dressed but happy about it albeit suffering my sparkly attention seeking consequences.
How did it all fit inside of here? Magic. She even bragged about it and I was like brag on babe, that is some impressive shit.
The prix fixe was a sweet deal. There are always deals on Valentine’s day that’s another point for Team Valentine.
Crem Brulee trio, I nibbled a wee bit. I only eat like a pig when I have the munchies so I make a point to not have them when I go out to eat get what I mean? No herbal pre-remedies before dining and you won’t over-eat. The end.
Which meant Teach had to eat extra.
Wearing black is a good idea for this too. It hides everything. I sat with the waitor! Hot! He doesn’t like this joke as much as I do. I think it’s a compliment. You have to be suave and peppy and young to be considered a hot server, right? Right!
What’s behind that screen Mildred? I say trash pile or storage.
We were nearly the last table to leave, we had a reservation, people were taking their time is all, so we did too, we had nowhere to be so it was fun to just relax and not be an uptight diner for once which is typically one of my styles unfortch and not at all a good way to be. Stress can be addicting its been said. Basically you can just say anything and I will apply it to my life’s many excuses rolodex.
Yay it’s over! Blame it on the cray, yeah eeeeeh yeaaah! That was the very last time I promise! Maybe I hope!
Hey pals I wanted to share this opportunity with you to win a chance to run away to hair college I know there’s lots of creative freaks out there reading, maybe a budding hair stylist or two.
How to apply:
Submit a video to Aveda Institute Hair School Scholarship Video Contest explaining/demonstrating why you should be selected to become a world class hair stylist, and you can win free tuition (worth about $10k) at any one of five different Aveda Institutes across Canada. It’s not a bad deal and worth it to get a leg up and advance in your hair field career studies. I think I may go to school again someday for something, well, dance school if anything. I miss dance class plus I want to be better.
Okay good luck!
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Oh my god I haven’t even seen this yet or knew that it was even up.
I was not planning to share it. Welp, enjoy.
I blind myself with champagne in the eye at the end. YOU’RE WELCOME!
ps. dear haters I’ve enacted a zero-tolerance policy for cyber bullying and stalking me now. I ban all ips from commenting AND viewing my blog who leave any sort of abuse or hate. I bust my ass hard and I don’t deserve your shit. Also, when you google tag my photos to show up in my stats as another way to torment me and haven’t even left a shitty comment yet, I will also ban you in advance for that, it’s not that I am a baby it’s that you are SICK and getting in my fucking way every day, you are nothing and if you still insist and come back under a new ip I will ban that too. Your addiction to me will suffer for it so if you can’t be nice, just force yourself to be quiet. Once banned you will never be welcome back and following that, I will make an example of someone and take it to police and they will deal with you and YOUR livelihood will be at stake. No more warnings, even this was too generous. Someone blew their spot up on twitter saying they couldn’t load my blog (pre- it crashing) and I said oh well you must have left me a shitty comment then, good for you.
Here is how I took in the family’s second appearance on MTV Creeps.
We don’t get MTV at home so we went to Bechnique’s, teach met up as we were at the food (poisoning) awards gala ahah. Thankfully I was drinking dinner this night and was saved. I drink more in the winter (shut up mum) because I am a functioning depressive misanthrope creative type and in the summer I am a beacon of health and fitness. I likes ta keep it Johnny Depp. Bech said she barfed a bit though from the (can’t say it or there will be a lawsuit) _____, but I don’t believe people unless I see it I have very strict barf standards only because I am reduced to a shivering crying mess when I spew. I had a seizure as a toddler and ralphed (lauren!) all over the place and I think I am scarred from that.
Are you fuckin kidding me? They had to DIG for that one and they made it look like my vag is out on display, it’s in shadow you can’t see shit here and this was taken during one of those not even skinny periods where I was feeling flexible enough to be able to contort my body in a skinny enough way that was shareable. When is the last time I even showed my nipples here, couple months ago and even then it was one picture. At least show attractive ones why the garbage ones? There is no telling time online I suppose, I have eleven years of image damning stuff so why do I care? I don’t.
My hair was bananas this night. It always is!
Mom trust me I would have loved to take you to task a bit more (she said I was calm) but they script it, totally encourage freestyle banter but have already done their homework and pre-burns. It goes Nice nice MEAN MEAN MEAN MEAN MEAN kind of nice HUGE INSULT BURN DISS SLAP Nice and Bye!
ChiChi NO NO (yes real name) has balls sitting here when his body looks like the blankets sometimes she blinks and I jump out of my skin (I don’t know what she is and it’s too late to turn back now) because I didn’t even know she was sitting there it’s HALARIOUS.
Here is how I handle reality AS IN NOT ABLE TO AT ALL. Ha you can see what the other half of my freaking out face looks like in the mirror. I am too dramatic for this world.
I thought I was pretty awesome all in all but I still had to watch it through my fingers covering my eyes and hiding.
Except I had two people to worry about.
Sasha’s hot. Ok so now I hear that there will be quarter finals for MTV Creeps AND I AM IN THE RUNNING. Against Tommy Hollywood and Batman and whoever else. It’s for YOUR OWN PILOT. And seeing as I essentially pitched an entire tv show to them during my audition in the ten minutes I told my entire life story sprinkled in my Pitch, I am confident I have a good chance however, Hollywood also does cos he’s already got the ballin’ life style and mtv could just coat tail off of that. Oh man I am going to have to start some serious situation-level shit talking of my competitors pretty soon.
Toronto Batman brought this up on stage at Valentine Vamps and I was all Whaaaaaaaa???? On the mic too it was funny. No you’re funny. Hi. MOM WE MUST WIN. Start training, do push ups and sit in the hot tub more and be cray cray Tray Tray I’m sure it won’t be hard. Thank yew.
Then we got blind stankin’ drunk to celebrate. Huzzah!
Happy vday hangover. How many bad decisions got made last night mes amis? Brb with my makeup winner announcement!
Why are my legs and my torso facing opposite directions? BECAUSE I AM AN AMAZING CONTORTIONIST. Sorry I can’t stop yelling. Anyway we had a bath together yesterday (ew hehehh) and it’s truly incredible how flexible I can be. Teacher said the moral of every one of my stupid stories is I AM AWESOME. Well, yeah and?
Jam of the day!
Someone just said I got style on this video so that deserves a replay.
I can see myself in this video while videoing it which is why I am smiling and gooning over myself okay thanks very much!
Hey guys! Happy Valentine’s Day! Here is my gift to you, a bunch of hot chicks (plus me!)(once I’m done posting the ones of me I mean) dancing and rude jokes, yay times!
Les Valentine Vamps.
These are Thomas’ photos, he has a filter of some sort on them. Neat. He won the Team Macho book. That pleased me.
Ho hum. This looks like a sad birthday valentine’s party. I am hanging that sign in the living room after this blog post. So at like 4.
Paddy Bewbies. I think this burlesque shit is turning me in to a pervert.
I look like a dragon fly. I am fine with that.
That shit is fun. I have to sew one end of it, the rod came out. I am so going to pride this year, do you want to sponsor me? I’ll put your logo all over my naked painted body. I’m going to be a naked painted model for an artist friend’s art show in june, so we’ll be practicing a lot. Then I can be in caribana and when the gun shots happen don’t worry bitch will be mawfuck’n sprintin’ for sure taking flight too I bet.
It’s not cellophane I swear.
I’d look good with wings tattooed on my back. Probably a bad idea.
I wonder what nudist colony I’ll be settling on in my old age. Playing tennis with some fogey and his balls resting on the wooden net spike ahhhaha nice clear cut visual you are most welcome.
Just one of the guys. Hey lets go for tacos later.
I am the pink scorpion queen don’t get tangled up in my scorpion wings
Oh shit when will this end!!!
I’m thinking is this illegal right now.
Approachable! I am way less nervous making a fool out of myself dancing than standing in front of a sea of people waiting for bids. Someone said seeing me in the social media world it is obvious that I am uncomfortable and guess why, that shit is not natural, it’s a phoney baloney world full of stupid assholes (they all talk shit and backstab) and I can’t wait til the scene dies. I like real life. Despite my blog’s taking a nap yesterday having a real effect on me spiritually (ahha shut up) it’s like real life hit pause and I felt there was no point in doing anything because I already have a backlog of content. Still felt lost though, albeit relieved. I enjoyed being a hungover pile of loser on the couch on Sunday and not blogging, I needed the rest.
Here are Maria Juana and Chow Mein (best names right) doing the Mr. Sandman number. You will have to come out to the next one to see it for yourself, sometimes I’m too generous with the aftermath footage for the lazy bastards, oh Raymi is so good to us we don’t even have to go we can sit on our asses at home and just wait. Also we don’t have a video of this dance either heheh :(.
So cute and cheeky, I love their style, very Harlettes.
Then Mr. Sandman shows up!
Cute cute dance.
Chow has a Harlettes logo tattoo on her thigh.
And I cannot get over her tits.
Oh there’s Maria Juana’s tat too.
Shimmy shimmy shake.
Pastel as always is perfection incarnate.
She does this quick flip spin on the chair, major pro. So much skill and control, grace, poise, ahhh.
No problem Chow Mein!
Seriously. O_O.
More in a sec! had to upgrade WordPress so I am learning that too and the type font is all squinty typewriter I hate it.
Oh look I am actually cleaning something.
Bunny looks like a sexy ninja.
Lucky I was standing right there by the stage with my gloves on. Also someone is missing a glove, I came home with three.
Much more to come blabbity blah blogging is harder than facebook FYI. HAha.
And now, Maria Juana! man I’d like ta get me some of that!
This dance is amazing. One guy exclaimed, SHE REMOVED HER GARTERS WITH HER DRESS STILL ON.
Love the backward panty hose peel. Classic.
I lost my mind at this point it was so fucking good.
SO amazeballs.
And now time for more pastel supernova! She’s danced with Lady Gaga before. Nelly Furtado too. It shows. Boy does it ever.
Aaadorable. We’re the same age too! For some reason that is a victory to me.
She reminds me of the hot girl (Maria) Kuamr is in love with in Harold and Kumar (duh) and now they’re married and having a baby! There will so be a fourth movie, they’re the new cheech and chong. We watched the xmas Harold and Kumar recently. I will have to watch it again soon.
That little nightie baby doll dress looks familiar.
How many people totally need sparkle socks now?
it just occurred to me I can be making my pictures bigger and wider here now that the border is at the bottom of my blog, not that there is any vital information on it haha. We had to remove some plugins, namely my guest counter best friend widget. Maybe it was cranked too high and it blew up the server, ok not blow up but crashed it. I will be moving to my own dedicated server soon. That is some “big deal” type shit!
My first dance.
I look like Godzilla.
Considering how much time I spend sitting on that thing, my ass is pretty alright.
I think I must be singing along. My mouth was open the entire time.
Red Zeppelin was hot this night!!!
Hi Thomas!
I want that nightie.
And that dress too.
We matched outfits later on in the night too, cosmic twins. It’s what Florence would want.
You skinny! That’s what it is. Smokin’.
Okay new post for the next batch of bechnique’s and colleague’s and alyssa’s shots. Have mercy, yesterday’s hiccup have put me behind a little beet.
My site is wonky at the moment because it is just too popular now and I have outgrown my server and must move, which is good because that means new layout will be up by week’s end. Sorry for the hiccups, you’ve been wonderful. I was worried I’d been hacked and of course always fear the worst. Only parts of my site will be loading in the meanwhile because, “you are getting too much traffic on the server we have you on, it overloaded it and the url has been blocked by the server.” And now I shall be back with more photos from Valentine Vamps. xo rlw. (direct urls to specific posts aren’t working, you’ll have to load the whole blog to see ughhhhh).
The camera gets a swipe with one of my rods in this one and comes back from the malfunction and keeps recording. The ceiling isn’t that high or that low, but there is a disco ball on it to maneuver around with these giant wings. One pasty was just dying to fall off too haha.
Will be coming back with tons of pics momentaril-all day-ily. I took my top off too soon. Meh. The rest of the Vamps were PERFECT. Solid show and greatly fine-tuned production overall it was super fun, thank you everyone!!
A lot of up close mystery camera pics too haha.
Fantastic green room!
Goin’ through tons more now. Nothing but girl flesh and sequins. There’s thousands of them. Waiting for 200 to upload before I can upload 200 more hahaha oy.
Back with tons more. And I will probably repeat that a lot throughout the day.
