sometimes you run out of blogging steam. the energy required to conjure the properly adequate commentary about the mundane everyday doesn’t just grow on a magic bush in my backyard. yarn spinning IS work. ten years of yarn spinning work, audience building. i came across a loser messageboard yesterday wherein a few wenches were slagging your hero and the overwhelming conclusion i came away with was, they just do not “get” it. people who come across you only now think you just woke up yesterday and started landing deals, and it’s sooo easy. well, it isn’t.
i just lost the energy and focus on my own rant here, it isn’t constructive anyway. i’m arguing with babies essentially who can’t seem to recognize that i struggle just like they do, that none of this is a fluke, and i set out to do this when i was 17 years old for bloody crying out loud so really, you’re just complaining about a seventeen year old’s wild fantasies that eventually came true for her, after years of suffering abuse from assholes and haters and people calling you crazy for having the audacity to do something different.
and then there’s the word trainwreck. i’ve been called a trainwreck since i was nineteen. you know, when a trainwreck happens it takes maybe a week to clean it up once forensics is done with the scene. but really now, if i am such a trainwreck how am i able to function on a daily basis? how am i able to write, to work, to go to my appointments and meetings, make deals, party, all that? you guys are shitstains. i put myself together more than you do everyday knowing i will be photographed (whether by self or others) all for the sake of my blog, my art, my business. if i don’t do it nobody will. do you get that? a trainwreck wouldn’t be able to do that, WOULDN’T do that. a trainwreck would be blow hung for days on end while OTHER people are out there achieving.
it’s just tiresome and disgusting to me the nature of this city (and the internet at large) that the thanks you get for all your hard work is FUCK YOU and KILL YOURSELF. numerous other hurtful things. they don’t even hurt anymore which in and of itself is kinda bad. to be desensitized like that. the bigger you are the less you are supposed to acknowledge these losers but i wasn’t born famous and still consider myself a regular guy so i’m just fascinated by how ignorant our culture is and bored.
wooden cutlery. cute. impossible to saw through the bread though. we overcame adversity despite that because we don’t lose. ordered everything off the menu. it was a little menu. one of those spillover joints, local was busy, so we sat at the bar here. rob showed up later fresh off the coat tail of a bender and after one drink he was in heaven.
darius and rob are going to go on a muff crawl in nyc. they’re the twin towers. rob says women there are just so pleased to see not short guys. he gets all arrogant when he drinks. we are too similar. i was like hey so remember drunk dialing me last nite and telling me to “shake things up” and “i’ve been doing the same for too long now” and “i’m a good writer” he has no recollection of this conversation he was passing my house half passed midnight i wasn’t even home and he was telling me all this irish drunken shit i’m like i KNOW rob thank YOU for the advice. haha.
darius overheard people talking about me outside while smoking, not bad things, just that they recogized me and the photo taking was certainly a tip off.
i told darius we should go to AA next week then go out drinking afterward. i recognize we are all drunks. holiday season is the worst for this. i am going to give the sauce a break pretty soon.
we played the insult game using the alphabet taking turns. i started. darius, you are an asshole. raymi, you’re a bitch. yeah well you’re a CUNT. some of these words we had to whisper as they were too prejudice and no i am not typing them here on my politically correct blog.
we played the game again but this time complimenting one another and rob joined in. it was harder to dole out compliments. insults are so much easier. people don’t compliment each other enough.
we like this place. we will haunt it some more. i overheard some genuine food players getting really animated about booze or food or something. i liked it.
mitzi’s is getting a time out from me. i am tired of the disgruntled RUDE middle-aged lesbian server’s attitudes. i’ve dumped half my bank account into that fucking place you think she could smarten the fuck up i mean, DO YOU KNOW I AAAAAAAAM?! hahah. legendary establishment employees, everyone talks about you just as much as you them, don’t think you’re invisible.
got my roots did yesterday after my session at TMR (abs are so sore) the show must go on even when you’re sick. i had ethiopian food two nites ago and the heat made me think i was cured. it loosened up a lot of phlegm and now i have this painful chest cough and my throat feels as thick as a tree trunk.
this reminds me of a photograph my new york city ex boyfriend would have sent me of himself in a bar when i was 18 (he was 29) to lure me away after high school and it worked. WE ARE LIVING THE LIFE COME JOIN US. hair was curled then i biked and some of the curls came undone. just as well as i didn’t want to deal with a curly hair sprayed rat’s nest today as i’m going to be ON CAMERA for my next publicity stunt. it is in your best interest to be at BOOM‘s 174 eglinton ave west location today at 1pm if you want to see me have a TRAINWRECK MELTDOWN in the kitchen. i refuse to wear a hairnet. i might wear the dorky baseball hat though and an apron. i love uniforms.
i’m not contagious anymore so don’t worry though i’m only cooking for my friends so i won’t interfere with the paying customer’s lunch experience. um do you like my victoria secret legs? kate said that on facebook.
i know a lot of people who went away or are going away somewhere warm and tropical, all-inclusive, wherever and i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to disembowel them. i have seasonal affective disorder and i feel bound to this getting dark way too early city. true, i lead a charmed life, i get a few days off between 4 things scheduled in a day here and there, i was meant to be a waste of space sloth. my life/job is unconventional and i work very hard to make it appear to be very easy. being a socialite is tiring, partying is a job, and people give you shit about it. also there is a part of you that is hoping you might find THE ONE at one of these events (you never do) so that’s another motivator to keep going. the point is, i have earned a break i feel so, i’m going away tomorrow to new orleans. my summer trip that i was very much looking forward to was canceled and then i filed it into the postponed drawer and then i got very busy. i’m only going for the weekend. i can’t even believe it. i am stressed and feel part crazy but so what that’s how it goes right? my friend is there now and she’s bored. hurricane season ended two days ago. so i have a lot of last minute preparations to sort out, i have to pack, and not overpack for once and i need to vacuum my purse of all ganj remnants and apparently they can fully violate you at security now. wicked.
this is where i will be tomorrow the french quarter!
i love sb and i love that it’s just up the street. i walked in asking for anything beatles and he had nothing so i figured f that dad for once is getting something else. he could put beatlemania out of business. wait, isn’t it already? haha.
my brother and dad dress alike. so funny, meanwhile they make fun of me for all my wild outfits. do you want me to dress like you guys too then? their fashion idol is seinfeld for christ sake.
they even have his shoes and fight over them. every time my brother gets a new pair my dad eyes them covetously and cos my brother is anal once he gets a few scuffs he buys a new pair and now my dad has like 40 pairs of weird futuristic space shoes.
i said he could re-gift these, he said no way. put it on the kitchen shelf along with the queen i got him from sb. i’m going to load him up with so much sentimental nostalgic crap that shelf is going to fall off the wall. my aunt was able to get him a beatles quadruple disc he didn’t already have. everyone always double buys him stuff.
these are from germany. they also had a set with john wayne, audrey hepburn, warhol etc etc. funny. if some snoot comes over to tea whip one of these out.
shulgan‘s book is intense. reading it while on cold medicine and sketchy hung in the bath is an effort. he is a fantastic writer and i can visualize all the settings of toronto this book takes place in and now i know how to make a crackpipe. wicked. his tmi puts MY tmi to shame. for anyone not paying attention, shulgan is the idiot who bamboozled me for the globe and mail exploiting the end of my engagement a year ago thus igniting a media trickle down effect which thwarted me under the microscope that much more but i got his agent out of it and now we’re pals so, thanks buddy.
snuck out to my shitty date bar. i was stir crazy. almost canceled as once i got out of the shower and put on a shirt i sick sweated soaked right through it and envisioned myself sweating by candlelight. not good. i needed to eat though and was too sick to make anything.
that drink took forever to get through. so did the second one. by the third i was good to go for a fourth. sometimes you have to get slaughtered to deal with how terrible you feel as a sick person. i feel on the mend today but still in the thick of it.
normally i don’t take any pictures on a “date” he said it was his first time experiencing anything like this and cos my mom and i had been snapping like crazy last week i figured he already knows i am insane what’s the big deal. also, it’s a good thing if i take pictures, it means i feel comfortable and you’re not a fucking asshole. anyone who makes a stink about photos ever, red flag.
it’s the best date bar cos it’s so dark and you can share mini portions and the cocktail list is expansive and fun plus they’re two ounce drinks. mustache had 5 manhattans. he’s a suit so it makes sense. i had four different things. we were there awhile and took our time.
someone on fb is already making ass quips. why do i have to cover up? yeah it’s pretty blatant but so what? good genes and i work hard and you don’t live forever. hearing people gasp when you walk by is funny. what’s the matter? oh someone just fainted cos they looked at my ass.
buttons are dying to explode off me. oh my boobs have gotten perkier since personal training too i noticed yesterday, slight lift. james is sculpting me into a trophy and then he is going to sell me to rome. i told britt i’m going to get super fit and make this one asshole we know take me out to a really expensive restaurant and then not have sex with him and eat like a total pig because he said that girls he knows don’t eat at restaurants while we were in the middle of a Smörgåsbord at a resto i was featuring, like guy, this is my job to eat this shit not pretend. texts me once in awhile to visit him at his condo. britt’s like yeah fuck him over. oh, don’t worry.
You seem like such a unique person based on your comments yesterday. I admit I had to pack late last night, but did get a chance to read a couple articles on your blog. I hope to get a chance to here the real side of you…the smart woman who does not need to act platinum. I would never want to hear about someone’s life over the computer, that is what intimate talks staring into each other’s eyes is for. I hope that when I get back from Mexico we can share a drink and some smiles.
I am curious when the last time someone blogged for you was. Water polo with the kids and a great dinner out with the family (13 friends and family enjoying laughter over dinner). They have all gone to bed and I grabbed a drink and am sitting by the ocean in complete darkness in solitude. The stars seem so big and bright here. Staring clearly at Orion. And the millions of stars in between ( and a few obvious satellites moving across the sky). It is amazing how clear the meaning of life is not work, clients, the haters on competing blogs who don’t even care to know who you are before making comments. We are about more than 3 weeks vacation and a 500K mortgage, 2 cars and a competing with your neighbor about who has achieved more. Picture this…you are in a deserted beach by moonlight, starring up at the stars, holding someone tight for warmth in the cool evening sea breeze, no cares in the world other than finding love in another person even if for just a brief moment. To know that nothing else matter but memories that you are creating for yourself. Finding inspiration in each other. Imagine us together for a brief moment in the earth’s history, our lives intertwining and holding each other in the starlight.
OMFG…just saw a meteorite burn up in the earth’s atmosphere…lol. Sorry for the interlude. And sorry about the long winded message but do see the catharsis and enlightenment you can get from writing about you life and dreams to another person.
I do hope you are having a great day. I think I will enjoy this moment for a while longer before turning in for the night…plans to go out drinking with the locals tomorrow, which will be a great adventure.
Talk soon.
Don’t knock my online personae I work super hard and it’s not like this blond me is a long time ingrained thing, I was part speaking in machiavellian jest. I have struggled for many years to get where I am now and I’m exhausted. I’m sure if I had the money to flit around the world I’d write whimsical messages so cavalierly from beaches myself. To date I haven’t had the time to take a break from hustling.
newest tickle trunk addition. it’s my family tartan, Anderson, from Scotland, Perth to be specific. the motto is stand sure. or is it strong? my aunt modified it to fit her, my great grandmother purchased this fabric many years ago. the buttons are from my grandfather’s army jacket (something like that) we (aunt and i) have the same size upper body so it fits me perfectly, super petite. i regretted not getting this tartan one when i was in ottawa at a bar’s hipster clothing sale.
idiot. so me. it was too much and i wouldn’t spend $15 on it. the girl should have brought it down to ten. no one won here.
drunk shopping makes me second guess everything but then the times when i am right i find out only after the fact when i go through my pictures later on.
Ok, I just came home from a boozy dinner and i’m fairly pissed. As
usual, I get online to see if any pervs have messaged me on okcupid,
and to see if you’ve updated.
I’ve been reading you for years, and not only are you stupendously
hot, but you actually inspire me to be more ME and open and
unabashedly honest. I love the fact that you rant and rave (rave being
the good one) about cool shit and stupid shit and whatever makes you
angry or happy, but I never doubt that you are fucking smart. Not that
I should, but i’m so fucking anal-retentive about grammar and what
people think it makes me angry. And when you do your run on
sentence-type posts I read faster and faster and louder and louder (in
my head) and then I get to the end and am disappointed it’s over.
So, from a drunken half canuck very far away, I just wanted to say
THANKS and YOU’RE AWESOME.
You make me want to go to Toronto again (only been there once) and
properly live.
I’m far away from friends and family and don’t speak the language
here, but after I read your posts I get both a little homesick for
canada, and angry at myself for being so self-pitying for being here
even though my life is pretty great.
ok this is just a drunken ramble.
If i was sober i wouldn’t have the balls to do this, but the sentiment
is still the same durnk or sober.
kat
ps
oh and maybe it’s creepy to send this kind of message, but i get so
fucking annoyed at the shit people say about you (not that i’ve ever
heard it personally, but the emails/comments you post), and if someone
who’s being all negative about you wants to make the effort to say
this shit, then someone who loves your blog and wants to be positive
should do it too, right?
amazing (was on my way somewhere couldn’t type in length)
ha good i feel totally validated that i got a smiley face in return! i
can carry on drinking alone and happy now.
carry on being super.
I’m so hung ughhh brain is broken
fuck i forgot about time difference. hair of the dog, no? it will fix your brain
Where in the world r u
spain. i’m in dublin/london usually but here for work.
Woah far well hiiii
HIiiii. hope you get over your hangover soon. i’m dreading mine tomorrow
we were starving. darius had beer and pizza only. one slice of pizza left. men, you need to be better hosts. step it the fuck up. ok i take it back darius just texted me and reminded me i had the last slice of pizza but that was only later on after the concert. next time have greens available and meats (protein) no carbs. cheese too if you have time.
am i too old to crowd surf? i’m pretty sure if i did it i wouldn’t get in trouble. i crowd surfed at metallica when i was 15. twice. don’t ever tell me i’m not punk rock. my friend jessee and i were the only girls in the mosh pit. my boyfriend was so jealous i got to go (kid at school’s dad gave him/us tickets, he had a crush on jessee and i was her best friend) he was such a metallica fan, my ex/first boyfriend and basically felt i was a poseur thanks to my brother, like guy i listened to metallica just as much as you at the time so shut up. i bought him a tour photobook and he didn’t care at all wtf that thing was like forty bucks. i was thrown into a chick on her boyfriend’s shoulders holding a metallica banner. i was wearing docs. i knew i would regret not crowd surfing at a metallica concert if i didn’t do it. took me like half the show to get up the courage. i looked to jessee was like i’m doing it here lift me up she put her hands together and crouched down i put my foot in her DIY stirrup and then all the dudes surrounding us by then knew what was about to happen so they helped launch me up and then the gropefest began you’re coasting upon a sea of hands. guys in mosh pits are animals when a girl passes by they touch you all over. i had to hit a few people. the adrenaline rush and surge you get is fucking intense. then i did it again and someone totally wedgie’d me and i was wearing a thong and i was like ok enough of this. plus knocking into another woman up in the air was a bit frightful. i couldn’t hear for two days afterward. my boss at the hardware store was calling my name down an aisle while i was sorting railing hardware and he thought i was just being passive aggressive so he marches up to me i look up at him all, what? pure attitude. he just laughed. then i yelled I TOLD YOU I CAN’T HEAR WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? i miss the hardware store. it was very socially stimulating and i like working with wops, it’s just a constant shit talk fest and then all the contractors come in reeking of weed and coffee and cigarettes beeline me and my big mouth and all my deviant stories. ah memories. being a snarky quick study is what kept me employed for five years and now i know how to do all kinds of repairs and have skills you wouldn’t even know. can you picture me in a tool belt beneath a sink installing a peatrap with a.b.s. cement oozing all over, do YOU even know what the hell A B S is? didn’t think so. i went away to england and brooklyn and maine and they always took me back they loved me that much, we were like family. i’m a lifer.
this chick read my palm. she said i have a certain line in my hand that is unique and therefore i am unique and that i’ve had some trauma in my past involving men, maybe a father or a brother. that is where she fucked up. she read melodie’s palm too. there’s elements of truth in this crap but i think a lot is flukey shit telling people what they want to hear and then proceeding further based off their reactions. i started making a frowny face and said ahh no sorry yes i have man trauma but not family man trauma.
here’s the performance where i had the janet jackson superbowl wardrobe malfunction. enjoy and be disarmed. i don’t particularly like how i sang this one and it was hard to in that bodice. it’s better about halfway through which is when my dress explodes. i was bending over to put my bb and camera down on the stage, had them shoved in my bosom, then i danced and POP. i recovered though. at the end my dad is like one more i’m like DAD my dress. people love the family dysfunction reality. i’ll post harvest moon later that one’s my favourite, also i feel fine. well i don’t feel fine its just the song name ha.
this is what breakfast lunch and dinner looks like in my world and the magic that makes this blog go ’round. i am trying to drink more water and having an apple here and there but really honestly lately i’ve not had much of an appetite. lack of sleep will do that to me, then the cycle is hard to break. my waistline isn’t complaining. that’s soy milk, i try to have very little dairy. i have weird food ideas and zany beliefs that if i do this or eat that, cut out this, then i can maximize my late night booze glutton excess. james says your metabolism is a burning fire and if you don’t throw something onto it (food) then it won’t keep burning and if your metabolism is out of whack then you get faaaaaaaaat. ok well then explain anorexics, they seemed to win in the metabolism starvation achievement lottery.
almost parted with it the night of my party it was up for grabs. it is my mission this week to go through more leftovers and post photos of what’s available for the die-hards who couldn’t make it out.
today i was a little sickly babushka. this is in the john at that gas station on lakeshore. aunt and i were en route to burlington for my dad’s birthday hoo-ha.
thursday nite cab ride, foggy nite. likely contributed to the decline of my immune system’s almighty (virtually non-existent) powers. actually, i think i am relatively healthy (knock on wood) i don’t think i get as sick as i used to.
i’m in a full blown anxiety attack while taking these. talking to the driver about the weather, global warming, tropical vacations, winter. i was hiding my panic. it’s so terrifying and embarrassing but i know what is happening to me and can control it and breathe calmly as i focus on the goal which is to not wig out. thinking about the impending singles party i was on my way to wasn’t exactly a help. i met my mom at union and made her walk to the bathroom with me while i sat in the stall for a moment of calm. i’ve just been overstimulated lately and haven’t had any time to myself, one thing after another after another and thinking about all the upcoming things and boom, you start to hyper-ventilate. i dunno if you’ve ever suffered an anxiety attack before but it can be frightening.
and then this. the nervous atmosphere and awkward vibes, tension, the cameras, photographers, singles, catered, drink tickets, it was like the most hilarious setting to be in for someone in the middle of an anxiety attack. the title of my next-next book will be AT LEAST MY NIGHTMARE IS CATERED. i didn’t see any guy who caught my fancy. there was one guy who might of had a chance, we made eye contact a few times, he was too shy to approach, i looked too intimidating and unwelcoming so we let the moment pass. mom and i left for jack astor’s where every single man was post work already wasted.
going with the flow. mom was like you don’t seem yourself. yeah i know, it’s called having an anxiety attack and then partly-zonked from half a chill pill.
sticking my name tag where it belongs. i want to get to a place in my career where i won’t ever have to open my stupid mouth again. people will just know what i mean by my blinking.
people are floored that i do normal people things. like dating sites. britt says i should be getting paid to date. fucking right good idea. lsw stands for lakeshore west go train line, pretty invasive right haha. i don’t even read the shouts outs but apparently people are obsessed by them. just like craigslist but every day printed during the work week. i wonder if i’ve ever gotten any on my way to visit my dad? SPOTTED, CRAZY GIRL DRESSED LIKE A RAINBOW PLATINUM BLONDE WITH FOUR HUNDRED BAGS LOOKING OBSESSIVELY INTO HER BLACKBERRY.
i used to dress like a yuppie to ensnare men when i was too young to be doing so. i fit in pretty good eh. except for the tattoos. totally give me away.
mom you look cute with my headband on. i saw a girl wearing it last nite at the india party. by the time i decided to maybe approach her to make her headband all about me she was gone and i was already on to the next thing holding my attention.
one night out as a blogger totally kills an outfit for me after its being photographed copiously. no worries here though as red wine got on the white collar of my jackie o sweater. sigh. life. things. destruction.
james said i am getting ripped and that what i said about my body being receptive to exercise was right. he’s going to benefit so much from my mania haha. i should be asleep right now speaking of. i might cancel tomorrow’s training session if i am too mangled from this cold. it’s a bad one. one of those ones that take you out for 72 hours except actually a few days longer but you never get a sick day when you are self-employed. the guilt just eats away at you.
the majority of my dinner. well we snacked at the singles party but it wasn’t that substantial. ok yes it was but it was the first thing i ate in days it seemed.
i feel like shoe fetishes are for those who need to compensate for lacking in other areas of appearance. sorry but i do. yes they add but they aren’t necessary in the grander scheme of things. so says the fortunately tall girl.
which i’ll blog proper over the next few days. i’ll spread out the material as i don’t plan to be doing ANY partying whatsoever this upcoming week nor will i be able to. look how tired i am and guess what i am allowed to look tired because i am a real person just like you. i’m organizing three groups of people for this concert out of the kindness of my heart i didn’t even want to go i could have just stayed at my mom’s but i wanted to hook up brosz7kowski. good karma. i get a lot of perks and i like to share them if i can. i got him a photopass too. drink tickets. a piece of fish was also there that night. it’s weird when you realize pieces of fish are real people too and do real things like you but then you are actually someone like me and totally foreign to them. i am so dying single.
didn’t know it came out so early. seeing it in print today for the first time was pretty cool. funny picture of all of us at the table too, rob looks like a blobby fun dinner guest. i look tired and my hair looks dumb and seeing that title in print is really funny. EXTRA EXTRA! LAZY ASS GETS FAMOUS IN SLOW MOTION!
strung out sundays i like because i like the slowness and i reward myself with self-indulgent internet sleuthing and catching up on the dumb things i need to catch up on and preparing my game for the upcoming week.
girls night out. was pretty sick but pulled through it. to network or not to network? i seriously need a break but i cannot take one as i have something planned every single day until next week is done and then maybe a day off sprinkled here or there which would be reserved for personal time or future husband “work” time. i need a nurse. no, babysitter. all of the above.
that’s my papa face. we have really tiny eyes and big teeth. the marketplace was so cool, everyone got right into character, bartering, yelling, it was fun. i like fun. i like activities. going to the same events and parties and boozing it’s all the same time after awhile which is why i appreciate this type of event. also the same thing was going on worldwide in however many cities simultaneously. epic.
i overheard people arguing over rupees and then i realised it was pretend why are these guys cutting side deals for their photo stall? oh duhhhh good one white, really swift.
you’d have loved it. at first we walked in there a little hatery which is basically a thinly-veiled shy cop out then after a drink blammo blondetourage gets its act in gear.
kinda blew it big time in the dressing in theme for this my brain was broken yesterday. i could have worn my peacock wizard kaftan. but my hair was up i’d be all hunchy in it.
this cute girl inspired my blog post title i was walking around alone taking video and i asked to shoot her then we chit chat and she asks if i’m having a good time? i say yeah great totally and she goes into punjabi drawl goofy voice GOOD INDIA TIIIIIMES? which took me aback and rendered me momentarily speechless (barely happens i love talking too much). love a girl who hams it up when you are least expecting it. made my black heart melt. whatever they paid her to push that bike around through the crush of bodies all night long was worth every penny.
these dudes were having their own version of a blondetourage except in aladdin outfits form. what are these things called? i know women have the sari. anyway if i wasn’t so sick i’d have interacted with more people. i was a bit dizzy and faint and trying to vodka through my hangover.
george harrison was there. i remember this guy from bloor street i have a video of him in my youtube from a lifetime ago. was happy to see he made his way to this party. support thee fellow artist. it’s not easy.
another toronto notable mr kid rock. the original. wouldn’t you just change your name if someone became more famous than you with the same name? i would.
i’ve met him a billion times and he never ever remembers who i am. you can’t possibly remember everybody his brains must be overwhelmed by the constant party. i made a shithead face on purpose because i didn’t want to succumb to the playing the game. i think casie and i should invade his closet and interview him.
who is this chick i feel like i know her and she was talking to one of us? ahah it’s april man i was out of it last nite lucid sickness ugh. love the lashes very 60’s. i am going to request watching the party at my dad’s today (HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!!!!!) can’t wait. wish i could sleep over, can’t, early appt tomorrow in the city then boot camp work out.
ms o’nizz was on the scene turning heads. she had a big fur coat (guess she checked it) and was totally margot tenenbaumed out and her hair, totally adorable.
i rode this all the way home to parkdale from cherry beach. i am an animal. just kidding i cab chitted all over the city until the fare was up to $300 cos that’s how i do. kiddding. i just remembered trish’s saying, “if i don’t go home with a dude i go home with food” as she got a cabbie to drive her to a 24 hours variety store. last nite i went home alone and foodless so i sort of won? no morning shame just the crushing reality of how single i am and sick.
roddy told us we were being gawked at all night long. people magnets. put several dynamic independent modern women together and holy shit, men, you are in the minority now i feel bad for you. and for us too cos we have competition. the house was crawling with hot women last night in fact i was digging it and humbled by it, inspired too. gotta bring it to win it. but anyway as we were doing our peacock struts and men were coming up to us we’d be nice and dance with them and whisper ok do you want him? no ok me either he’s cock blocking lets dance this way.
if you don’t come to one of these gigs with a good time in mind then you will not have one and you will be the guy leaning against the wall, or the girl. if you have a sour time, then you’re sour, not the time.
keri and i were mirror reflections of one another, she was flight attendant classy version i was 1999 holiday party guest and carly was a sexy cupcake. breakup skinny is the best skinny ever.
our handler. very good sport. i can remember being the girl dragging the bro around to everything so i relate to the overwhelming and stress to be the protector of the harem.
another photobomb. a reaction to this day and age and all the vampy chicks out on the town. you know what? being a girl is work, time, effort, of course we are going to capture it we are proud of ourselves why let it all go to waste?
gotta go have a wonderful strung out sunday it’s the actual ACTUAL ten year anniversary mark for my blog today. ten years ago today i was in ward’s bedroom creating a thing called “a blog” and in the beginning it went by life happens to raymi. then raymi happens to life. then everybody loves raymi etcetera and so forth.
dad i love you, you are very important to me. please live forever thank you.
