-over 300 people were watching this like it was a concert. I was a concert.
-i am doing my impression of an axl rose dance at the beginning.
-it’s true i am going a little bit kind of mental here. you wold too.
-i fuck up at one point near the end.
-my shirt is inside out and torn.
-i put the mic in the faces of the audience at certain points to sing like i was james hetfield. they should really see this video right? wendi make that happen.
-as i was dancing and give’ring i almost busted my ankle a lot on the uneven stage.
-i mumble chant a lot cos i was so wailed i couldn’t read properly or see. i am drinking water. put two and two together.
-mel and i dressed as shitheads purposely.
-everyone was singing along it was wicked.
-i say the word retarded at one point.
-i was the only person who got to sing AND first (after the karaoke host went)
-i was wasted enjoying myself.
-melodie told me a week prior that there would be heavy metal karaoke and i freaked cos i have only a minimal amount of headbanger songs in my repertoire and alack, they had enter sandman. fuckin right.
-i was super severely nervous
-eye weekly put a photo of my arm raised with the mic in my hand and sweat stainy awesome glory oh yeah.
all limbered up now? the dance don’t stop. this is the fruit of my weekend spent leisurely doing aerobics/dance class, stir crazy indoor activities cos of the poor weather. we slept in til 3 in the afternoon yesterday which is why we are up so late on a third wind maybe. went to bed immediately after this video pretty much and at the moment we are trying to get my metallica fubar 2 film fest raymaoke video compressed FINALLY! your face will melt off when you see it but, before that, there’s this. enjoy.
@NathanielGMoore @raymitheminx i like your sign/body language dance move for “then you die” following the money hand gesture #genius #sogood #diehard
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from yet another fan girl
i’m not sure how to address this (raymi? minx? raddest chick ever?)
regardless, i felt the need to write you a diddy – i’m on the same image/weight/brain insanity train when it comes to how i’m looking and wanting to improve and then not and blah blah blah. BUT no matter how i’m feeling, i know it’s always fabulous to hear someone say i’m looking good; that the work i’m putting in is showing in some way. i wanted to tell you that you’re looking fabulous as of late (said in the least creepy/fan girl way possible, hopefully)
I’ve read you for about a year now (where had i been for the last 9 years?) and ironically only found you after moving to south korea. reading your stuff keeps toronto (my home home) in my back pocket at all times and that means the world to me
so thank you for not giving a shit (but sometimes giving a shit) and doing it all anyways
nsfw-ish. i put it on vimeo so the prude haters couldn’t flag it. you see butt cleave. meh. it’s no more than what american apparel does. defensivity over.
i’ve another video of this song. sick of it now. blog slave played it for me last week and it’s been on rotate. i’m still going to upload the other video regardless as i overshare and such.
speaking of, kay be honest now, are you a front? ha kidding. remind me to tell you a story about the time some skids came in for a scale at the hardware store i used to work at. haha.
i’ve been to so many whimsical places this week, places for moms, grandmums, ahhh glorious. today i was selfish finally and totaly slept in, til 3, i knew it would be rainy and no one would be out so i could be lazy, i earned it. therefore this post is tres late. tomorrow is your sunday stroll chance along queen west before it’s back to the slog SO go visit this tea place to extend the fantasy throughout the week at your desk. tea junkies i am speaking to you and how timely is this piece as it’s on the front cuvs of EYE weekly, the tea explosion or boom of toronto.
this place has the most wonderful atmosphere. they’ve shown me much love via twitter since i waltzed on in there raymisphere touching down, sometimes after i leave a place i still do the advertorial but you better believe me there’re waves. no fair. with tealish, nuh uh no way. i am obsessed by them now.
mum and lois we are going on a tour of the city and hitting biz’s to and fro, taping it. head’s up toronto please get in contact with my colleague alex@raymitheminx.com to get on board with that. nana and winnie we take to nana places lulz. then we do raymi after dark supreme.
i am doing a cleanse next week. i’ll see if my guru will allow tealish teas. i assume as much. she is a celeb cleanse goddess ps. STOKED guy. i made my life a fantasy dream world. it continually astounds me.
i put so much pressure on myself, it is sad and awe-ing i think. i thank. thunk. i carry a lot of guilt too. since i’ve turned 28 i have been a bit of a nightmare. i feel like i have the shingles all shakey manic daily one gig after another and rest time is spent recovering and blogging all of it, correspondence, book, blaaaaaaah. checking up on my competition, idols, messageboards. this internet stuff is work. i tell you. but i love it. i love it.
this makes me want to be martha stewart and as i get older i understand the allure more and more. it’s simple smart elitism. my new term for it though is DOMESTIC MOLESTIC. which as i saucily age is the angle we will be going for. more on it later. this is my last chance to be as hot as i can ever and will be and that goes for you too raymi army, who have aged along with me over the years. we be stylish mature babes now and our gender is the majority of the populous.
the potency of these tea scents is so strong if your nose had lips-like and it’s almost like drinking it. need to impress your mother in law-to-be? BRING HER HERE.
i wanted everything with caffeine in it and i left with a london fog latte to go (I KNOW!!!!!)(bitches are insane for it) like a tea latte oh m fffff g! k no wait it was pattiserie black tea latte. an earl grey latte is a london fog. amazing i want ONE!
that’s me being blonde demure demi moore. she wishes. when i had black hair and longboarded in my black bikini around oakville they used to call me demi moore a la charlies angels.
debutante tea meets hipster meets ok sure, make it pretty and whimsical plop it on queen west and we will give it a try, pretty much right? ‘cept hipster is now going the way of prep, i almost don’t even want to say it. cos that’s ma jam.
girl had it down pat. i was manic she was bam bam bam boiling water steepin’ flossin’ and i was like that’s done. people were in the back there and i was feeling guiltus interruptus. i apologized to one guy for disturbing him and he blushed. i wasn’t sorry and he sure as shit didn’t mind me.
it’s all weird slanted cos of the speed, weird eh? like how when you take a picture of airplane propellers in motion or a wheel’s spokes they go so fast they’re not moving it seems?
my perception of boring or things of interest is now officially skewed though i might assume its always been slightly offkilter. look, this salsa, i dig it. i ate it, i endorse it. there you go? bloggable.
totoro the thirteen year old cat that i just named, at age thirteen. like how i get a say this late in the game? she jumped into the tracey bag. her other names vary, one being the terrorist. she’s quite nice to me though. animals these days quickly and swiftly fall under my spell i find. don’t bite the hand that naps all day with you.
i have filled the teacher’s fridge with sauces and juices. so easy you should do it too all you need to buy for dinner ever are cucumbers some cheeses, prosciutto, whatever you know? some wine, some toob.
i found blythe danner to be epicly fabulous in little fockers. as was babs, and those outfits, oy vey, magnificent! the movie full on jumped the shark though, no doubt, however it was brilliant and we laughed our asses off. completely. maybe i’ll watch it again stone cold sober (won’t) and think differently? did you like it?
had a new client to meet today, wanted to impress and make her think i was a grown up. grown up stooges dress like wieners for the most part. i knew my beauty and overall coolness would shine through (and big mouth), it always does. well, it’s possible to fall flat sometimes.
she said i had beautiful skin like, really good skin. phew. immediately disarmed me with that one. a lady always knows good skin and while i’m told this frequently i don’t really believe it as i wear lots of makeup. she asked me what my mother was, like, a mix? awesome. i said part french. then i blabbered a TMI about how we have an oily t-zone (what? shut up!) and how the oil of our skin is what keeps it young. erg. mom tell me why we have nice skin ok?
i was so flattered and felt guilty for texting one word BUSY’s to my mom for the past forever that i called her when i had a minute today from adventurehouse and told her the good news about our skin. all the times i seem to be exasperated about my mom the listener is just like, dude, call her man. she’s a mom, your mom.
the teacher just asked who “the listener” was. haha. it’s plausible there is an acutual “the listener” out there, some guy called the listener. ok fair.
not exactly a good sitting outfit for close quarters of being photographed in. another chick lady customer was all ooh what are you doing, modeling? FLATTERED! i was striking poses by the cake showcases et al. by the way this is carole’s cheesecake, the and of where my birthday cakes come from. i’ll be rolling this post out next week amid my cleanse as i won’t be doing any cake inhaling that week and will be needing content. what does the blogger blog when you take their food away? ha, blog day 7, here i am wasting away like a skeleton barely able to dance slutty in the teacher’s living room. ok i can’t finish this joke/caption, it’s friday. i think we’re on the same page. lucas’ mom bought that shirt for melodie, it is tiny in the arms area and now that i have pipes i look like a shy meathead trying to show their brains in normal people’s clothes when really they should just stay in gym rat clothes. am i right?
got to sit at the family table. carole’s mike reads my blog everyday and says that my photos the way they’re composed or done, someone knows what they’re doing. i was gesturing to my colleague but he waved that away, he knew what i meant i mean, i’ve been doing it over ten years. i was touched. amazed that he reads daily. dude is 70ish and has the attention span for this blog. hi!
would you pay 35 dollars for this shit? ugh. so annoyed. tell you later if i remember. thumbs down bier markt. abuse of power? meh. you guys continually disappoint and i never learn.
here is what my monday looked like. i am WAY leaner since this. it still floors me to look at them though as i haven’t had a chance to yet so you’re gonna get live actual reactions and zero bullshit. ok, maybe a little bit of bullshit. we do what we can right?
as you can see, i look like shit. if i photographed what i looked like each morning i think i would kill myself, or the internet would have a field day. however, this is reality. i think i mighta said to colleague no close ups ok? fuck this might even be from this monday i think it is actually, my brain is so scattered AGHHHHHH.
ok i just looked at the date, yep this is my monday following getting ripped all weekend long in burnoutington. so spent. i haven’t even had the chance to go through my burnoutington photos yet, just one thing after another. not complaining. just releasing it out into the world so i can get the poison out and perform more efficiently.
here i am warming up with the russian nightmare. his dreams of training his beloved blond gazelle (with mysterious facial ancestry in the face) finally came to fruition.
we twirled our hips. this is the move i always snicker at when i see the trainers doing it but it’s great to loosen you up except there is nothing much loose about a thick russian accent you can barely decipher, what, are those even words? i think he is a mumbler. he is very very nice though don’t get me wrong but it’s not going to stop me from analyzing him up and down.
they all make fun of my shorts there so it gives me a complex about wearing them. not this day though as i was thin as a whippet. all my clothes are shrinking. beeeeach ready. almost.
wow i look haggard. pretty much nil makeup. anyway look it’s walter my lifestyle challenge work out party for the day. i am proud of him he has the best attitude and is dead set on results, pushes himself too. russian nightmare corrected me on my lunges and showed me how and to lunge deeper and it hurt so much i HATE lunges i have given up on co-ordination with them i look like a sloppy loser but now that i know the correct form i’ll do them right.
haha nice potato nana face. see how i am mentally checking out. have to at certain points of your session, go zen and just DO IT don’t give up okee dokee.
andrew has a cool arm sleeve. i told him about watching the biggest loser and how it’s like as big as survivor ow, they went to new zealand (beautiful!) and made the fatties run up the stairs to the top of that huge whatever version of the cn tower they have over there and then they jumped off. 1027 steps. easy i could do that. even one fatty was like wow i realized i was in shape halfway up. that’s amazing. i want to climb the cn tower how do i do that? also how many steps is it i am too lazy to google someone tell me in the comments thank you.
andrew said he’s going to watch the show too now to motivate the dudes more. i said we should be surprised with a taped episode and watch it together in the kidz360 and i would like to say have a pizza party but that is kind of (totally) counter-productive.
plank the tank. ha. oh see anthony showed up yay. dan was also absent. mmhmm. this is why i gave walter seven minutes in heaven afterward. join my raymi rewards program and you too can cash in hehhheh. sorry i am charlie sheening right now i have infinity deadlines. real and imagined.
halfway through you remember your core and you fire the shit out of it cos this is a hard move on your arms and while you’re down there you’re like i may as well get the full benefit of this torturous movement. you go 360 one way then the other way around.
dying and flying. if i hate something i just do it as fast as possible. like how i one day walked into a bear, an actual black bear (it was a teenager but STILL!) because i was hungover and overheated in the woods power-walking ahead of everyone on this hike and i wanted it over and done with asap but i knew it was a long one, almost 2km in and the same back again. so i speed walk right into a bear like two shitty toyotas apart and i was still motoring as we had met and realized the other’s presence. we stood and looked each other in the eye and both pussied out, i turned right back on my heels and SPRINTED like kanye west in the runaway video (like a psychopath) back into my ex and his cousins and they’re all oh what’s up so caj with their walking sticks and i sputtered out like john candy in the great outdoors bb-b–bb-BEAR! then they all did a ready to fight stance and held their sticks like bats we all grabbed something for a weapon and started cracking the branches together to make loud noises to let all wildlife know we were there, which is what we should have been doing all along. if i had walked right into that bear, i dunno man, i was pretty out of shape then and exhausted from our hike and sweaty. the fear adrenaline it put in me though. dad are you scared? ok so the point of that was next time i am speed walking because i am hating my hike (which i now wouldn’t because i am a fitness freak i cannot wait to go on hikes this spring/summer) is the same as me getting through around the world on that ball. just push yourself and shut up and take it because it is the opposite attitude you’ve been taking your entire life which is what has made you fat in the first place. got it? great.
sexy eyes blinking independently of the other coma. definitely svelte now. sorry but The Motion Room‘s results are undeniable. even alyssa is getting twiggy in the torso. maybe i’ll get down to vintage clothing sizes petite. hope so. today james said well yeah you ARE in your final months/weeks of it so i’m about on par, could be better if i wasn’t such a drankaholic foodielist right. but i augmented my diet and finally am being good about it, today after i hit publish i’m going on a wild eating spree (again) and tomorrow i begin a cleanse/fast. so tonight is the actual last night of being bad.
i am neurotic over these and kind of scared of the ball going away and falling on my tailbone. because i am a fitness gym rat and in strength phase we added a move to it with the ball over my head, great for triceps which i am obsessed with toning.
then we got in trouble for something apparently (even though i was doing my moves and correctly) and had to do a brick. is that what it’s called? anyway it’s squats together.
this is when anthony called me a princess cos i clapped my hands and bellowed COME ON PLANK LETS GO NOW I GOT SHIT TO DO. instead of fireballing a laser at him i just simply went THAT’S RIGHT! when he said ok princess. haha.
more assertively and aggressively if you can, and you can, and WILL because now you’re in the zone, you’re a dominator and you want to exceed the first set’s performance.
