Well I for sure know where my affinity for sparkles comes from.
My hair is awesome!
BRB!!!!! Our place is next for xmas dress-up I don’t know how we’ll dance rehearse in here with a tree. Yeah yeah this post is lacking, it’s Monday so take what you can get. I slept in. I had awful cramps in the morning but now they’re gone, one reason why I slept in so they would go away. Just organizing my week now, tidying, and masterminding blog stuff as uje. See you soon!
Brunch yesterday feels like fifteen thousand years ago. I didn’t wear my shades throughout it no, I went Sarah Polly plain. I am addicted to The Gladstone’s breakfast sandwich. Here I am talking about not having potatoes with it, taking advantage of the sunbeam and my sunny disposition.
By the stupid (and gorgeous) expression on my face you’d think we were at the mall or something and not a hip hop show yeah? Well, ‘cept for them tallboys. I need to bring a point and shoot out with me now (mom that’s what I want for christmas) cos I look loads better in real camera pictures than iphone and blackberry ones when we go out, holy crap what have I been doing? I started this (blog) with a camera and I shall end it with one. Time to start practising what I preach.
Adam’s magic ring. It says magic touch, he got it engraved. Ha.
Normally they say Raymi (Raymi the minx, raymi the drinx) but it’s fine Ghostface this time for you I will allow you to have the show, not always about me dog.
It was COLD so I guess for once, literally, we be cold lampin’ that night.
Alicia did you find our horrible poses on pound magazine yet? They’ll be up soon I just tracked them down on FB and asked. There was a Ghostface backdrop when you first came in and we were caught off guard, I don’t even want to see (totally do). Cringing in advance.
I did not know how to navigate this backdrop.
Everyone was ineebs as fuck. Hilar.
Ol Brosz7y was there too.
Ah doye. They keep my pants up they do. Ran home from brunch yesterday in the cold and pants kept falling down. I think an easier solution would be a belt.
Yip yip.
Every time I tried to talk to Alicia I got pecked in the head by her hat brim so I’d have to turn her head around to the opposite ear. #hiphopproblems
Check the gargantuan rip on the inside of my pants, even skinny chicks can rip their pants. They fine, actually are too big now but are getting tighter on my thighs so when I pull them up they rip some more and more. FUN. Alicia‘s pants match my jacket.
Sick.
Last night we had another family jam. Right now we are doing the sergeant pepper’s puzzle my uncle bought my dad and chillin’. Have to go to my nana’s and do her tree this afternoon. Oh joy. She’s going to do us a roast.
I can clear the hedge in front of my dad’s, I am so going to start longboarding again before I am too old and crotchety.
Linda is fun. I used to wear my shirts like that. Do you think she could beat me up? Teacher said there is only one way to find out. I am competitive.
Gonna text him this. Standby for reaction, he asked if we “were cool” and I said yes, (but I’m still pissed).
Another family day in the pan. It’s almost time for brunch again! Last time we were a scene. Ha. UPDATE: turns out I told our waitress to FUCK OFF over email this week. WHOOPS. She was email blowin’ me up like 40 forwards and I thought it was a spam bot or I dunno I am always being fucked with. I gave her the colour of my hair dye and we were tight, she even hugged me. I think she liked it. She is a big mouth we love her. She told all the staff and they are like we tell her that all the time (to f off). She’s a 65 year old Raymi Peacock with lots of makeup platinum hair and feather earrings, Harvest Table rules! They’re croatian, total institution. It’s Spice Girls Sunday, puzzle time and screwdrivers, have to get well lubed before I hit Nana’s house.
OH and guess what DECEMBER 18 is our XMAS BURLESQUE SHOW! So make sure to mark that holidate off! YES!
Last night was Ghostface Killah at Sound Academy. I have walked on the CN Tower and survived a hip hop show without getting in a fight, it is safe to say that my balls are bigger. Recanize.
We came we saw we ghetto now. I Made that up sometime ago, no idea, but anyway, it’s an apt caption.
Nutmeg has been my jam for longer than you’ve been reading my blog. Actually, TBH, I started listening to Ghostface just around the time I started this retarded bulletin board. Anyway, the show was increds. I got on stage, just casually walked right on up which makes me realize I could have been standing on stage all this goddamn time at sound academy when I’m back/side-stage for bands I want to stalk/fanatic/groupie, what an idiot I am. Half of it is allowance and the other half is audacity, if you hesitate then security has a chance to consider it like maybe you’re not supposed to be back there going through their rider.
Even Raekwon showed up.
It was bananas.
At one point he said I’ma give you the same energy you give me which is a definite warranted commentary on the Toronto audience as we are known for our narcolepsy during big act performances. Not me personally I am a dance machine. Everyone was too baked I bet. Very well-mannered crowd though.
Wu Tang clan aint nuthing ta fuck wit.
Another backstage vantage point, I try not to make eye contact until I am really loaded. They all rubberneck you trying to figure out who or what you are, why you are there. Because I am planet awesome.
It was amazing to stand and dance up here and one of the hoochie girlfriends of one of these guys, maybe Raekwon’s? hugged me and said she had to pee so bad and I was like girl, this is the moment, you cannot leave now. I had to piss bad too but I was ON STAGE WITH GHOSTFACE KILLAH. I sucked my bladder in to the periphery of my mind and was as street as possible because flanking each side of me were the hardcorest thuggiest (but like big teddy bears nice?) of bros, I was like, thank god I am wearing all my bling tonight. Foresight baby. I almost got my card in Ghosty’s hand but his woman was.not.feeing.me so it wasn’t worth it, I backed off. I looked like a smarmy twat anyway.
Red shirt had a crush on me I think. Just let me think that.
That’s Prince Killah, I patted him on the back (so softly he barely noticed) but it was one of those things where bros are like ya nice lyrical freestylings turn at the mic guy, pat pat, just puttin’ you on notice that I noticed.
More footage and shots and whatever on Alicia and Teacher’s respective capturing devices. They did a good supreme clientele medley and Cherchez la Ghost my fav. I don’t know any other records but doesn’t matter it was all good live.
It’s my goal in life to see every idol of mine or meet them, so far I am doing pretty good. Just as long as they don’t die before I get a chance at them. Speaking of, Old Dirty Bastard’s son was there too!
This shirt is so small and tight it’s elasticity is being tested to the limit, it’s a shiny shirt and so not the intention of it I bet. I was dressed like Little Italy last night, tight tank and suspenders.
Pose girl child or face possible stupidity in the bg there.
We were like the only VIPs ‘cept for a few other dudes up there, a corporate function was happening up where the VIP area is and they were not stoked about a rap concert blaha. Idiots. Don’t book a corporate event on a Friday night, that’s selfish.
Ok these are what I uploaded at like 3 or something. The aftermath of the show was bullshit, no cabs, ghost town. I screamed at beck 4 times, separate calls I did. They were refusing to send more cabs, and i have 1. never heard that before and 2. that has never happened at SA before. I don’t want to make it a thing (do) but we had to go to the Distillery for a cab in subzero temperatures and I burnt my hand on a heating lamp when I was holding my hands up eavesdropping on the worst drunken convo ever, Teacher patted me on the back like, it’s almost over chum we’ve almost made it and SIZZLE. Beehive burnt imprint on my palm. Another cool story from your home girl.
Hi welcome to RAYMILAND! A very special place. Make sure your shoes are tied!
I get so lazy in the winter, complete opposite of how I am in the summer. Bad girl.
Excessive a little bit. You can’t even make all of the HK gear out in the crystal box pile, oh my.
I never get tired of seeing my blog on the big screen.
Did not exceed expectations. Met them. Bland, but, ok?
Actually think the fam would dig it plus you get to just leave it in its cardboard house platter, would get lost in the kerfuffle this weekend though and then made fun of for life.
Good look. Would sweat out in a club though. Hi I am wearing 3 blankets.
My phone is turning into mystery camera once I start going backwards in time it’s like, when in the hell did that happen?
Anita’s attitude adjuster Teach ordered for me, the booziest drink ever. Totally unnecessary at the time. Bumped into Nathan down Oss on our way out and he was like woah guys wtf. We were a mess.
Painted on pants. swoon.
Got a ridic amount of shots.
No way I could outshine her. Didn’t go like this. Too cold.
This cabbie gave me a lift for free, such a sweetheart. I am big on acts of kindness like that (his debit machine wasn’t connecting) so I have his card and number and he’s going to get a nice little Raymi reward.
Ooh those heels.
Grow hair baby grow!
Grilled caesar from watusi. We were loaded after Lana, needed food bad. Won’t be going back for awhile cos we fought in the back I’m sure it wasn’t that embarrassing but still, ha. You know how it is.
When those spanish heels are on you know I’ve been practising burlesque. Can you guys handle a show Dec 18, a Sunday? the 11th is way too soon I think.
My old blonde bestie is now a mousy (looks great though) brunette. What’s the point now? Lol. I’ll tell you about our FTP failure later, basically it conflicted with Lana’s concert. Lana. Ha. First name basis now.
I had a dirty martini for dinner and samosas and that’s where the trouble began. Sarah had a gin one.
Sam Crenshaw face.
Does Marilyn Dennis sleep here at night like being locked in a department store (my dream fantasy as a kid). I would, her show is at the crack of fuck in the morning.
We killed time here, there is nowhere else to hang. It’s nice and tinted these windows, it was way sunnier than this photo appears but it was COLD so so cold. Bad cold. Bad line-up cold. We got our photo taken in line but it’s not so hot. I’ll post it anyway. I made them retake a few, and said I couldn’t right click to tweet it and they (rogers) were like just tweet from our account, I said no thanks I’d rather do from mine and the guy is like why, how many followers do you have? I said 3000. he moved on but then came back when the info sunk in and went WHAT!???? Yeah I’m a famous blogger and in fact we don’t even know why we are in this line right now haha. Gave him my card.
Cool? Cool. Have a great night and a wonderful weekend.
Oh dear. This is a relic of a suit, I was hired as the sexy santa girl for Andy Kim’s christmas special at mod club (with Esthero!) and it was awkward cos I was there with THE SANTA of Toronto but his fucking wife shows up, they didn’t hire or pay her so we all stood there together ugh so I just mingled and got wasted like a party elf jester, my mom, GOT OBLITERATED and bopped me on the head and face and talked like a yak through her Andy Kim (whom she sloppy kissed) poster at me while I was greeting everyone as they left MOM I”M WORKING FUCK OFF and her date would and could not drag her away. They haven’t called me back. I was talking to Jacob about this at Lana Del Rey, I think I was 24 22? My mom suggested I get a medium so that she could fit in to this. My nana has also worn it too. Oh god. So it’s a little bit too roomy for this exhibitionist. HO a ho ho.
Party time excellent! I want to listen to Eddie Murphy’s party all the time now. I WILL!
It came from a costume store in Mississauga. I added the apron from Nana’s house, cut and folded it.
This used to fit me like a glove. I got it from the AA warehouse sale a few years ago, then I got fat and now I am teenier than when I first bought it? SO togalicious. It coula been yours at my 10 year blogiversary party. I love my clothes all over again because I tried to get rid of all of them.
Like a glove and reversible for whichever shoulder you favour.
Dork.
I am not wearing this in public so you can get that out of your head right now.
Keep weights around always in sight and you will pick those bastards up a hell of a lot more frequently than you would otherwise, Raymi fitness tip.
The pot of stuff on the counter is my new hair product I use once a week in lieu of conditioner, just a glob the size of a nickel. It was expensive. It’ll make my hair stronger and help prevent breakage.
Shoes are scary to walk in but I can dance in them, odd right.
I keep thinking I’m going to visit Leslie and just fly with that painting instead. My slothenly ways with sending mail are one of many shames of mine.
We were fighting about cleaning the house and I said I’m a blogger seeee in speakeasy voice and then we made jokes in bed for an hour before going to sleep. I let Stella sleep in my arms I treat her like a cat I am a giant fag.
We joked to my niece when she still believed in Santa Claus that I worked for him, I blogged for him and worked part time at the North Pole. It was a good story, modern take on Christmas. I said it was a secret though, it was when we still had Cedar Grove and I wore my santa dress for our christmas eve family hang.
Could look at these instead of my stupid ass all day right?
TGIF!
Too far? GOOD! (it’s emo day).
I was in the middle of cramps and bad. I get pms three weeks in advance then I’m normal and wondering if I am pregnant cos no cramps or any symptoms leading up to the day. I had two advils and prob why I got so loaded. Wuhoo! I look like a desperate trophy wife maybe that’s because I am! No I’m bloated and in pain.
This was an off posing night so I was like lets just look at the shoes shall we kay?
I’m going to be on MTV’s next episode of a new Social Media show next week, my heart just skipped a beat and I felt a flutter as I typed that. I am hyper self conscious of everything I type now that I know I am “being watched” which doesn’t make sense as I am always being watched but, I just hope I can hack it.
It smells so nice.
This is my impression of a twenty year old. I WISH.
It’s like the tickle trunk is here again. Whatever, what do you think a Hello Kitty insane person’s place looks like? We’re in the middle of a cleaning house stalemate and both losing.
Ha ha the cat. This is the christmas groupie outfit I wore to Lana Del Ray. It looks freakishly sunny out, ah got tings ta do.
Ghostface Killah TONIGHT!
Kinda cute in a dumbass innocent nerd kind of way? Silver fox bait for sure.
Uploaded these on second thought. The more the merrier.
Mystery Camera is better than Iphone pics.
We are still recovering from this night.
We like our idols messy.
I’ll have to watch myself tonight though cos it’s family weekend again, My Uncle is coming down.
We are Milestoner lovers. I’m collecting their bellini trinkets they throw in your drink. We go after I get my hair did around the corner and last time I saw a girl with my same hair, a sort of acquaintance and there is no way she didn’t do that to her hair because of me cos I saw her after a hair appointment at Brennen several appointments ago and maybe that was the last rip-off straw. She was sitting in my favourite booth I sat in with Brock once and with my hair holding a big goblet of wine and grinning to her date acting so, me? Ik. I almost fainted. You are not allowed in my ironic low key resto with my hair!
My pink earrings matched my shirt and nails. Ok that’s all.
I have to master that necklace, it always flips backward. Darn.
Went through a serious photo time-warp today. Ok catching up on my stories now, ANTM and Survivor. And we’re eating that feta coiled thing, we saved it since two weeks ago. Caved tonight. Also had McDee’s. Oh for shame.
LOVE YOU! No I don’t. Well kind of sort of.
So many sirens in Parkdale tonight what’s crackin’?
We got blasted. Oh man what a tornado. I take life by the balls. What’s more fun being blasted or annihilated? I shall make a poll.
Now, here is a very decent gentlemanly email that just came in.
Hi Lauren ( typed with a french accent )!
I have to comment on the Jack-Off who stood you up the other night! I bet he didn’t even have tickets because if he did ANY reasonable person would have arranged to get them to you so they wouldn’t go unused. He knew well beforehand that he wasn’t going to make it and ANY decent person would have at least called to give a heads-up. Speaking as a former horny bastard I agree with you that he was probably trying to get some….On behalf of the decent guys out there I feel compelled to apologise to you for that sack of shit.
Finally, by all means tell me to mind my own business if my emails ever bother you. I’m not sure how many followers you have and maybe you get lots of comments from people about your postings but even though we haven’t even met yet I feel like I know you ( at least a bit ) and, so far, think you are a decent, likeable and definitely opinionated lady.
Regards, G
I spend a lot of time alone and lead a pretty monastic life to counter balance all the insane events i go to so your emails are fine and welcome :).
that being said yeah he was a dope and i had a feeling he’d bail but i called his bluff and his hand was weak.
if anything it was a subconscious decision to blank out any other thing going on that night so i could have more me time.
thank you though, that’s sweet. and Im going to blog it because some woman said the very opposite thing of what you said in my comments so it’ll work as perfect ammo. thanks G.
v Says:
December 1st, 2011 at 12:40 am edit
..i think that is a rotten thing to do to a boyfriend. fuck passive aggression, if you don’t want to be in a relationship, then move on i say. don’t go on a date with a guy you don’t want your boyfriend to meet who wants to screw you and plan on getting drunk and try to act like it’s ok.
sounds like some kind of subversive revenge.
they have a place for situations like this:
http://www.baggagereclaim.co.uk/
i’m disappointed. i read your blog because i thought you were an independent chick that i could relate to. this makes you seem like someone who i’d have zero respect for in real life and yeah i have a chip on my shoulder about stuff like this but whatever.
good luck.
adios.
raymi Says:
December 1st, 2011 at 2:05 am edit
LOSER SPINSTER chill thanks. do you live in the sticks? do you understand independence and omitting personal details to my life because people like you get a little too invested? you’re taking something out on me, this situation with my “friend” that I am in the right about, good grief lady. I love my boyfriend and we love our life together. Get over your shit.
jo Says:
December 1st, 2011 at 3:13 am edit
I specifically came here to tell you I am loving this post. I also think the insecure commenter is hilarious because it just reiterates your whole point of chilling out and trusting people. anyway, respect.
raymi Says:
December 1st, 2011 at 3:30 am edit
it would never occur to me to interfere in someone else’s life, their choices, potential fallout. quite shitty of her actually, anti-feministy all around. tired of girl hate. thanks jo
You can have a boyfriend and have a life too, moron.
Muah.
See, much like our good friend G up here (and you will learn just how good after the holidays ;)) I have class and come from good breeding and manners, I would never screw someone over like that and if I had they’d be mad at me (and rightly so I agree!) for months, it’s true. I bailed on Doug Coupland with Courtney years ago and she was pissed at me for two years. Oooh chilly! Ever gotten a frosty hug from Courtney? Lol Now we are besties yay! So the moral of the story is, we are all grown-ups now and we don’t screw each other over, capice?
Oh my god I look like my mother, more of these comin’ right up! I crashed hard today, meh. Deserved it. Needed it. Teacher will be napping all night. I bet I will gain 5lbs in delivery tonight. I want to say Take away like Bridget Jones.
