burnoutington or bust. we went saturday night to save our sanity.
i got rid of a lot of duds and hailey was the recipient of many fine aunt raymi things. mom got her greedy paws on some loot too. we are like a friggin’ trading post.
this is when i tweeted teacher to come back and do some family time with me.
i do not know how i am going to survive 9 days in south beach with her.
nana and papa came by too. love those guys and for once my mom was bitchier to me than my nana was. amazing! nana said the older i get the lovelier i am, more charming blah blah etc. thanks!
It is no secret that my life is insane, that i am half crazy, and often times i don’t know which way is up. last week was a whirlwind and this week will probably turn my brains into swiss cheese. as i look forward to and glimpse my immediate future i must pause and take a couple hours to reflect back on the past week as, that’s what we’re here for no?
friday (it was friday, yes?) saw me traipsing down to blue jays way to get my gunned on with the boys. brother kyle was in town with a motley crue of the same wavelength your hero is all about so i put on some teeny shorts and sweated my arse through the big smoke. i love me some amble.
stockbauer on the right, rented this condo with a shitty view and thus commenced making fun of everything in the entire universe, your scene, that scene, precisely what a good old fashioned summertime self-entitled bendering is all about.
backlit kyle is a year my junior (pussy) and also juniorer yet to his brother gavin, one third of vice magazine-triad’s founding fathers blaahahajdkawbabfk; etc.
don’t worry, everyone made fun of my shorts like i gave a shit. i look awesome. these things are now too big for me. i’ve stretched them out and gotten more lithe. summertime slim out holla! good thing too cos i’ll be walking down a runway tomorrow. yup. staying at a swanky hotel with a $1k shopping spree too and somehow going to manage to cram in partying with liam/noelwhatever gallagher tonight, his beady eyes band is playing sound academy. i’ve never seen oasis before so i will be staring at him like i have staring problems (which, i DO have) aghhhh i told you this week is going to be intense. btw liam gallagher is one of my top fives. teacher is in for a nervous breakdown tonight possibly AND i have my own hotel suite. SWEET!
domestic molestic. i called teacher and was all haaaaaaaaay whatcha up to about to nap? well if you wanna come now you can, it’s just me and 5 guys alone in a condo haha. well this one chick was passed out in a bedroom but that doesn’t really count. she kept tripping me out and reminding me of my old friend sarah, sounded like her too, talked like her. so cute. hi dana!
then these dickheads convinced me into that tiny girls bikini what shockingly fit my amazon frame. the thing about toronto and condos is, it’s against protocol to go and hang around in your bathingsuits cos all these uptight condo poor people get offended. major buzzkills. stuck it out for a few seconds hating them for it. the hot tub is on the inside up there. what’s the point, biodome world?
these are all just from my blackberry too which is funny as these bozos work for bberry and mine is half busted i can’t believe they aren’t bending over backwards raining one down on me it’s like, you just love the hell out of my suffering. bastards.
but if every cloud has a silver bullet lining, i shall make my peace. is that even the right branding slogan? feh. stuff some benjamins in it next time and i will make a point to get it right. -president.
i love this kini. get used to looking at it or averting your gaze until i get another one. it was my father’s day outfit yesterday and surprisingly everyone took to it like no biggie. even nana.
love this photo should i make it my next minx sidebar sponsored ad? do you think people know or “get” that those are raymi’s ska minx nails up there? i should include my face too right or like a long essay about my nails?
i had a vegan sandwich here. i am going to emulate a vegan’s diet for the week to stay skinny as my newd scene is on the weekend. i want to look like one of those gross branch-looking insects hahahaha.
the sweltering walk began like so. underwearless. simple. i have adopted an if i need it i’ll just buy it epithet. carrying around a cardigan is bothersome and you will never wear it. go out with as little as possible and just get the fuck out out of the house!
ok chopping this in half must put the dryer on again. it takes 300 minutes (not kidding!) to dry a load. i wish there was something better than a pillow to scream into like a one eight hundred number you can call up to take your stress out on, oh wait one exists already, it’s called rogers. hay o! missed two workouts last week but thankfully i made today’s cos my body and mind definitely needed that stress relieving pulverizing andrew put me through. tyler was there in tip top form too and lucky loo there’s a great wagjag deal up for my gym right now so you cheapskates can turn into a little sleek toned turbo babe like your hero so What’s the WagJag? $49 for One Month of Unlimited Re-Energizer Bootcamp and 12 Interactive Training Workout Sessions at The Motion Room. long story short, you are an idiot if you don’t jump at this opportunity. you have three days to mull it over. time’s a tickin’.
my tattoo is shitty. the day i got it done zach slapped it at sound academy so it didn’t heal properly and my tattoo guy is MIA in canada so the free touch up never happened. annoying.
i was in search of something to wear to a thing i’m going to later but i just saw pics on casie’s blog and see it’s casual chic so i am relaxed now. aunt flow arrived (FINALLY) so it’s funny farm time, funny how there is nothing funny at all about it.
he’s funny. he’s like, i figured out the secret to the maze, you can just walk through the lines. some fitness chick walked through it too as we were mucking about and i said yeah see SHE figured it out too! she chuckled.
i chose the happy dots. i am impulsive yet i have a theme i like to stick to with my minx choices. i’ll do a post of every minxing i’ve had to date when i next have time. kathy, who has also done lady gaga, is now going to be doing all the bollywood peeps. something i said to her last minxing resonated, i said, things don’t exist until you invent them, so invent them she told me she thought about that for awhile. i was like, you listen to me? haha. arran said that inspired him to do some thing or other as well.
nail art is so huge right now. i almost went with the blue japanese flower print but i wanted something a little more poppy and young, slightly more rock and roll. it’s our goal to have a custom raymitheminx decal i have to come up with a design. obvs it will be princessy pink sparkly retardo extreme.
beneath the heat lamp. these last ten days if you don’t get them too wet. i feel like these ones are lasters cos they have a bit of transparency and really took to my nails adhering-wise. just something about the texture gave ‘em a good stretch.
i have three thousand face lines great. i am never doing that with my face. remember when everyone got digital cameras and then everyone began their digital documentation quests with zany stupid faces. me included. it’s that or emo pout.
so if you want to go understated casual gear, it’s cool cos your fingers are wearing outfits. go see kathy at heartbreaker salon and say raymi sent ya. she’s the sweetest thing ever. 889 dundas st w.
this walk began as a coffee walk, then i said hey i’ll call kathy so we can extend it then eat. i didn’t even wear underwear i figured it’d just be a little amble.
i realized i looked like a disaster. we were set to go to shoppers to get the blue shade toner conditioner cos my hair is a little on the yellowy side, normally it’s ice white which i prefer so i’ll tone it once i hit publish on this beast of blog burden.
meet my new misfits bikini. i don’t think it’s legit misfits but who even cares it’s hilarious. there’s one with skull claws grabbing at the boobs. my mom and godmom are going to hate me in south beach hahahah.
It’s been a right long while since my last random e-mail. Rest assured, I’m still loving your writing.
And speaking of writing, a recent post harked back to Marketable Depression. So – especially as the black dog is biting me hard in the arse again just now – I dug it out and read it again, and it’s as fresh now as ever. And even more pertinent, I’d suggest, given how now more than ever depression is “being sold back to us”.
I also followed your link back to drawing bad. This is true:
By the way, you can post as many videos as you like as far as I’m concerned … I hope people appreciate the qualities of your voice. Because me, I could listen to it all day.
here’s one of a billion videos i took of fucked up. i was scared for the girls in that crowd but they kept on going for it, being smushed and buried and trampled by sweaty punk loving dudes screaming their faces off. it was a sea of arms and legs and camera flashes, the crowd was just as much of the show as the band. i reserved myself from crowd surfing, i wasn’t in that kind of spirit plus i already have a bruise on my thigh and any more i’ll be looking like courtney love in the people vs. larry flint, not a good look for a film. or life.
we were caught in the corner and as the shit show began teacher was on his way back from the john, it was a momentary apocalyptic adrenaline surge, when shit goes down and loved ones are separated in a mob.
someone nicked fifteen bucks from the bar that i put down for two seconds. i asked teacher if he had the money and i thought he said yes but when another beer time rolled around turns out he thought i asked something else entirely. oh well. i found a hundred bucks in a cab not too long ago so, you win some you lose some.
overhearing girls in the wrongbar bathroom is a guilty pleasure especially when taking photos of yourself and they’re whining on the outside of the door. i had to wait now it’s your turn.
pure theatre. raw, loud, therapeutic and i would do it again. i like these dudes. it’s neat to me that my dad’s band Dr. Robert played this very stage too, and i joined in for a few.
and a month before that i sang enter sandman to a packed house and i killed it.
we had a chicken wing date at the caddy first. the patio was in proper shit show form. it was fun at first but then turned on us and we became slightly irritable. loved our waitress. for once.
i couldn’t possibly be any more overwhelmed right meow. well, maybe if i had a gun pointed at my head, which it feels like, trying to crank out some deep thoughts and observations amidst a barrel of things on a confusing to do list of choice and prediction. ok i choose to go to THAT party, but, it’s during THIS showcase AND it’s on the other side of town BUT something “might happen” and if i miss it… i WISH my brain activity was equivalent and as simple as a hamster running on a wheel, but it’s not and lets face it, it never was nor shall be so lets excuse the fancy pantsy charade and get on with the raymi show so i can put another raymi outfit together and get my ass out the door for some rock ‘n rollin’.
yesterday my colleague pushed it to the limit, blew his shoulder out (maybe he is faking it so he can have another fascial therapy sesh with kash) so i had to take some pics, look at me go go.
at the annual nxne kick off jam. it was neat to walk around blonde there, i was a literal ghost, looking into faces i’ve seen for years, they double take me, i only half recall names, always the faces though, but yeah, they remember me as brunette raymi. i surprised crispin at sneaky dee’s today. he suggested going to silver dollar tonight, and so we shall. got teacher a wristband. oh ps that little lesbo hairdo belongs to my long lost pal alicia. she was drunk and i couldn’t even tell. hi alicia i missed you, your partying skills have improved and they were always stellar so i look forward to rippin’er with ya this season. courtney of course is my gal pal forevs.
i saw a lot of my friends i haven’t seen in awhile, all in various drunken stages, it was pleasant. i didn’t get there til ten. there are always two parts to a party, the early part, and the later part so you’re choosing your own party adventure with option early or option later. both have their downsides and upsides omg what am i a party zen master now, bad sign. i will tone down the tara reid.
at one point the light in the loo went out. leslie wanted me to send a pic of my face cos she was hanging with a billionaire and wanted to sell me to him or something.
got teacher a pair too, he rsvp’d but he’s a teacher so, you can’t teach class from a shoe launch party. maybe someday. the shoes are gorgeous. he’s turning into a greedy monster with all the social media spoiling i’m bestowing on him. one of my perks.
what does your office look like? sorry not rubbing it in, if you think about it, this makes sense. we’re out on the street hustling from party to whatever to do the thing, get the coverage, then on to the next, it’s a very fast-paced thing and sometimes you wish there were two of you to do it all so when i get a snarky jealous mean comment it’s a bit of a piss off as, i earned this. so to keep the blog going, the one you read at your desk, i gotta go do stuff and get things to put on to the crap-o-blog for you to be seduced by. MAGIC!
putting a dumb outfit together can be gruelling enough. one for each day, or 3 in a day. can’t wear that one thing that would pull it together because you wore it the day before. sometimes it’s like fuck the blog i want to wear the same shorts everyday until they wear out. i am also still supremely annoyed that all the crap i bought at UO last weekend went on sale immediately afterward.
how dumb are you, honestly. someone needs to go back to said school but i guess they can’t cos it’s something else now and what does it matter anyway you moved on to highchool assumedly? if you’re going to go to the trouble to make a statement with graffiti, two things: spellcheck and make sure it’s something a little less self-involved.
hair appt. brennen was doing luminato and cos i was the bonehead who missed my appt tuesday, bringing half of yesterday’s stress-doings on to my shoulders. jackie was a darling and took me on. her flower shirt matched my jumper.
it was the only time i had to sit down. i saw a girl sitting on a curb casually playing with a bottle of san pel today while i cabbed over to ossington and i was envious of her, despite how slovenly and street urchin she appeared (she wasn’t a hobo) she just seemed mellow and i was like, when will i have the time to sit on a sidewalk like that, not that i would, but like, maybe in august i could schedule ten minutes of solid loitering. that would be a dreeeam.
this a blog post for another day, or not. lets just say that i am a bonafide athlete and this was the rickitiest rustiest most out of alignment deathride straight outta hell like the icing on the omg my head is going to explode right meow cake and my ass was oh yep you betcha, all out there, prob some labe too if you’re lucky. i’m lending her to melodie cos i can’t bother dealing with the maintenance. she sat out all winter long and has the battle scars to prove it and i’m pretty sure riding it with zero oil on a brown/orange rusted chain didn’t help. why don’t you sell chain oil, shell? i’m like show me your oil and he shows me motor oil. i bet any kind of grease would have sufficed but why the hell do i want to buy motor oil and have the entire universe watch me pour it all over the fucking place?
crabby media line-ups are the best. you (me included) guys criticize and whine about everything for a living, gonna write a review about a line-up? no don’t, i want to first ahhaha.
we had to stop power-eating hamburgers for like, a day at the v least so we had parkdale sushi finally at that one place near duff/king and the view is totally worth it, nothing but constant entertainment with a rotating cast of parkdale characters. i think i saw craig walk by, if he has long hair now then it was him. i almost ran out to yell CRAAAAAAAAIG down the street at him but i wasn’t sure so shyness won that round.
we watched sex and the city 2. i’d already seen it with meredith in the theatre but wanted to see it again, hangover days call for guilty pleasure cinema.
i’m going to move some of these up to the roof for our next jam up there, whenever that will be, probably never because THERE’S NO TIME ever never again all the time? gone!
micki is sample size (7, jeals) so she gets all the goodies. i would love to see her swag closet. no i would likely start crying with my fists in my eyes and pout like a pro.
harlan pepper are total talents. if you don’t sound like raging idiots during soundcheck then raymi is your fan. i worked at the central for 8 months, 150 bands a month, (and NOT all of them were winners) you do the math i am all soundchecked out, but these kids, what were they playing, zeppelin? i dunno but it was perfect for my vibe at the time. brought me up.
this guy broke his leg skateboarding in edmonton, many more tour stops to go brah good luck with your project 12 tracks. they’re recording a band in every tour stop. they won a pepsi grant cos their idea didn’t suck.
den levy and his three phones. he’s one of ten people who told me today they stayed up til 7am. wtf. i can’t wait to try and hold a conversation with someone come saturday, complete messes by then ha ha.
one is for a review, another is his main line, and the third, no idea. i couldn’t care less as my blackberry is a POS and i’m tired of blog nerd tweeters and their free gadgets up in my grill, no offence dan i just want to simply THROW MY PHONE INTO THE ^&$*&$ SUN.
i wonder what’s going to grow out of that plot? a job? HAHAH sorry i am starting to lose it i also got in a fight with a hippie woman at a ring stand cos she said no pictures. i’ll spin that yarn later.
it’s funny to me that there are now entire think tanks about stuff (brand) i started when i was 17, like, are you all idiots or something? come up with a good name, cool it up, share it and blammo. i was kinda insulted by this chick yesterday who said not to worry/bother coming to these geek chic nxnei circle jerks and to just live my life. she’s a long time reader. it was insulting like i am some (i am) idiot incapable of talking to a room of smug nerds. no matter, you can all glean it from my book. meeting with editor next week. booyah.
bf is getting hotter. i was like, are you going to dump me now that you bought a good outfit haha. this isn’t it but yeah someone’s coming up to my level now.
this is my casual girlfriend outfit we came up with a song about it. the lyrics are endless and hilarious and the song is horrible, it’s gonna be a big hit.
