on my run i learned how to rap this: IT’S TRICK TO ROCK A RHYME TO ROCK A RHYME THAT’S RIGHT ON TIME IT’S TRICK-AAAA! yup. insta-success. too bad stella is a neurotic bitch and blew my run and freaked out a ton. i brought lots of cookies with us. she is lazy and i am not teacher and have zero dog people skills (not true i just go mummy mummy in the most soothing voice ever and i also taught her the word treats).
stylexchange swag. i am liking these girl boy shorts. can i work out in these? i think there is a stigma in work out underwear even though it’s funderwear.
running face. didn’t take my claritin face. how does one inherit allergies? super wicked annoying. running while crying while teeth whitening while foaming at the mouth while the dog is flipping out and nails clawing at the sidewalk dragging me in the direction of home. at least we made it passed the drake so everyone on the patio having brunch thinks i am a blonde athlete belushi with dog companion oozing agility and grace. before that passing the bus shelter by mr. sub she went one way i went the other in front of all these people so i had to throw her under the bus and call her a lazy dog in front of these witnesses. wtf I am the one running here you are slowing me up everyone is nervous here ok lets just all chillax it’s just a dog and a crying girl running.
weirdest most annoying intersection ever, all these angles and whaaat? ok lets backtrack to cross, fine, weird diamond shaped street planning. that’s twice i said diamond in this post.
so not a fennel salad. maybe 2% fennel the rest being steak egg weird fried chip things. retarded and most expensive salad, as usual. theme salads are usually miss and i think the pub chef needs to get his head out of his ass.
i like that shirt. ben sherman. hmm for some reason you just became more impressive to me. no relation. lol. haha people and labels. never fails. it was worth the money to make everyone around you feel like shit -name brand anything.
that was clem’s shirt. he left it at adventurehouse. lucas thought it would be his. i passed it off when i was done with it. all my man shirts go to mel inevitably cos she likes to gender bend plus, she is beautiful enough to dress like a guy, see? we recycle shirts at advhaus but stay out of my underwear drawer!
yes i am sick of this shirt too. seeing it. not IT the royal it because it is so cute. it’s like my brazenhead uniform. uh oh, she’s drinking at the brazenhead tonight.
fresh air and weird drinks. this weekend is my last fun ride then it’s all stringent consumption til my film debut. who is my love interest in the cast? if this dude is skinnier than me i am going to be a full on psycho for the next month.
ok back to passively attempting to clean up this sty. what are you dweebs up to?
as you’re reading this post we’ll be watching the flick. (ps. yellow kitty is the name of my nail polish seen in this video here, no i am not mental and “just saying” yellow kitty for fun but maybe i will from now on).
another thing lifted off my presence. weird coincidences i notice, ever notice? does it happen to you too? just check the preview for this movie and get back to me if you know your hero raymbo.
this was a neat experience. one, i feel old as hell. two, large and in charge simultaneously? i see that i may have to pass the blog baton torch off to a little raymi at some point in time.
blondgalina. swag hag. i have hot pink hair dye now, and green, blue. giving melodie the blue. brennen said if i dye my hair pink (or partial) i’ll wreck it. sigh. i want a few temporary baby pink streaks.
it was nuts. people just like, record anything, or, this band is actually popular? i felt really foreign and not with it. it was nice to walk away from eaton center afterward, away from mall culture. even though my soul is suburban it’s nice to remember why i left the suburbs. ka-blammo! (gun to the head sound effect) i mean seeing wimpy hipsters calmed me, artists, freaks, all walks. i need the metropolis and to be swallowed up by it.
another eye-rolling moment stuffed in my face. one of the girls on stage for the event said that this store across the mall is running a deal blabbity blah…love stereos too..etc yawn, as if that’ll work, and so blatant and lo and behold, shit worked, mad line-up of tweens with mad disposable income, you can tell them anything. so there you have it store launchers, sister up with someone else’s promotion and make a mass deal on your goods. don’t say i never did nothin’ for ya. i should go by two cents raymi.
this drink pretty much ended my engagement. also, i think this is borderline illegal (in canada) to advertise alcohol in such a manner that encourages (and suggesting to wholeheartedly!) one to get even more blasted by combining intoxicants, no? some bars have to remove their interior signage (posters) advertising deals that get you power-drunk a la happy hour to get you in there and staying in there. as for this white trash mimosa billboard, it was referred to as something else i no longer recall, the smirnoff sugar with the beer in the sun combo renders you MANGLED.
*ps i look extra tired lately cos i am malnourished and getting thinner. women look haggard when they get skinnier, then you get used to it or i dunno, your base becomes standard and then you start to look healthier.
there was a baseball team on the patio of the foggy dew yesterday (my first time there i know! i am better than you because i never killed a night in that place before)(it’s my new brazenhead, maybe) so i brave the chillyish dusk and kept my layers off so they could see me in this shirt.
i just collected more clothes from adventurehouse. i am resourceful nd good at making outfits out macgyver style but i am sick of it. hopefully style exchange is giving me another gift card today, and a stylist. one for teacher too.
welcome to my version of drunk history. it’s like that except psychic so listen in!
i’ve only seen the preview for bridesmaids two times. i have a very good memory for pop culture, insights and clairvoyance in general, i had absolutely no idea about the plot or storyline and i get it all pretty close to right. cinema is just predictable for me and obvious. i pay too closely attention to everything. the cab driver said to me as i was getting out to make more movies. aw bless him.
i do whiney socialite voice when i’m shy in public. watch!
and then i finally acquire the knowledge and the power and the opinions.
i liked the love interest, dude was hot and irish accented (irish right?) anyway, it was good but it wasn’t great and that’s only because i have standards so high michael scorsese couldn’t even tap dance with a chicken to appease them. no i am not this dumb sounding in real life, i’m doing airhead frazzled raymbo and uh, you figure it out.
i was so tired yesterday i reached a new epic low (victory) by lying down and putting on makeup. so far the laziest i’ve ever been in doing that is sitting up on the couch with a mirror on my clavicle and doing it that way. this is my new favourite lazy means. 180 degrees on your back then when you’re waiting for your base to dry you can just catch a mini-nap, a little break from all that application. i amaze myself. yes. still do. i know.
my flat stomach serves as a good vanity table. someone on youtube called me chubby. i AM chubby right now, too much wine and pms-stretch omg again already. ack!
me this morning aka WHY IS RAYMI AWAKE THIS EARLY? EDITION. passport office dealings with finally. i paid extra to have it ready by the 9th. pick-up. the mail may or may not be striking, which was the glitch i stumbled upon saturday amid cuckoo bananas errands afternooning. having a trip booked looming over you without your docs in order, uhmm, stressful. real people stuff is hard.
yesterday morning chez le motion room. going to be after some new gym duds all around new fitness attire (HOOK IT UP) as i have shrunken and am swimming in loose lycra and i want to show my flat gymnast physique off and like save babies from burning buildings and shit.
i have gone over in my head how to address this or whether to numerous times and have come to the conclusion that “i don’t give a” is the best route and maybe nevermind? no i didn’t eat the whopper but it was amazing to see a man walk up to you with a shopping bag full of whoppers. hey, you gotta make friends somehow.
pre mac was weirded out by teacher’s face. she is used to his glasses. i have been championing face time all along so it’s nothing new to me now. well, to be honest, i rock a bit of shyness so i don’t stare at people i spend a lot of time with in the face much, maybe some quick sneaks here or there but i don’t make habit of staring problems OH MY GOD YOU COMPLETE ME LET ME STAAAAAAARE INTO THE VERY BELLY OF YOUR SOUL (unless i am on mdma). so hi face, with me now, is like, yeah i know, finally, thaynks. i know i sound like a monster and that is because i am. but he’s annoying too ok. we’re starting to turn on each other cos we don’t spend any time apart.
and i am turning into an adorable potato with a ponytail. i tame ponies bareback and i have a whip. sorry i think the diet redbull and grapefruit and coffees are making me a little erratic.
i tan too easly. that is bad. that means my skin isn’t strong. it means i have to move to miami. i am fine with that. i’ll look good as leather. ahahah ew!
i like when he looks slavic. it makes me think i am always on vacation or involved with a gangster. i assume everyone european is up to no good on the sly. fucking hot! at the passport office when we were looking at my old one where i look like a natasha straight from interpol i started making that joke and then stopped. dude was nice as hell and approved my photos which might cut my hair off a bit, a no no. i also stopped at saying i got them done in a variety store. legit licensed passport photog so no worries.
i am a salad snob. this was good enough. pear walnut some kind of cheese arugula, not mind blowing, not bad either. my trainer went here with his wife two fridays ago, we suggested reserving cos it would be slammed. he did and it was. they had a good time. i’ve only ever been here to eat once before, with the beast.
cheese board. teacher liked cowbell better. he is a food snob now. he is a legit snob to begin with but loves the opportunity to BE that, and more. i’m like woooooah now what? yeah i liked cowbell’s better. made me realize how nice i am maybe, a yes girl lots and where is that getting me, huh!? where!? (remember i am having an identity crisis right meow).
espresso poured over chocolate ice cream, gelati? i dunno but i could see through time pupils instantly dilated and your report that’s due tomorrow i did it yesterday and wrote 40 blog posts in a second. major pick-me-up.
teacher’s visa was left at rhino (that hole)(that i had been bashing the night prior on twitter lol great one baby) i’m like great now they can find us and THEN the genius leaves it behind. i call them from the table here, it’s there, and we picked it up on our way home with the cab outside and the meter off cos i coo’d southern belle innocence at the driver. i am a detective.
new tray, table cloth and jug for upstairs. you have to climb two flights of stairs up and down again to the kitchen to bbq to loungers and back again so i want lots of pretty trays.
and then i was starting to pass out on the couch, it wasn’t even 9 blaaha bold face lie i cannot even tell time and look at the big giant clock up there, to me, 10.30 may as well be 9pm, early. whatever. maybe. too early to be cool. so i get up and at ‘em and say maybe i should put on that raggedy anne outfit if you go get it for me. he moved so fast i think he teleported himself there and back again.
i think he has better pics, i’ll check afterward. i wanted to get one i actually liked to tweet tease but wasn’t happy with anything (tired delirium) so eventually he looks at me and says (STUPIDLY!) (tired of snapping photos) this is boring.
oh really. it is? i’m sitting at the other end of the couch from him (granted he did take some pics with his iphone to appease me) but yeah, in the future if you feel like telling a chick in a disney princess sex costume that “this is boring” you might want to have your head examined.
i felt stupid and pride stung (not really just an opportunity to start and win a fight) so i sat forward and began unzipping my minnie mouse clown suit and he was like UH OH. ahahahhaha. i was not about to have a showdown dressed like minnie fucking mouse.
see? i look like shit. how often do you wear a dumb dress like this? never. we bought it weeks ago. of course i want to exploit myself in it on my blog tomorrow morning and that photo is not good enough. another please.
and here? goddamn comatose. unusable (using anyway to prove point). i am totally almost zonked out like kurt cobain nodding off on heroin during a rolling stone shoot. it happened. see how i am tired from my life? now that i am fit i am going to just sit around like a useless statue in an apron and only get up or flinch if someone calls my name otherwise, zzzzz. he wishes i got the bee on which also coincidentally on saturday there’s a bee party up in the sticks that madysin is having. kid will be there dude i don’t think that outfit would be appropes.
ugh glad that’s over. muggy and hot and babies screaming everywhere. my clerk was the best though hi michael!
tomorrow i am going to the new style exchange at the eaton center (between 2-5pm) i love that store, they have everything. had a $500 shopping spree on new year’s eve at their montreal location. rabbit fur vest $160, docs also $160 and a onesie jumper. shared the rest with my entourage. i am pumped they have a location here as i have given up on fashion. come with me afterward we can get DTD at jack astors or whatever that place that looks over YDS is. gift bags!
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