Hi dummies. This is my new postcard after all that posing and sassing around yesterday in my bedroom. I guess I give good floor. I’m off to do some pre-show prepping meow. I wanted to blog more pics as usual but I’ll save that for tonight instead. I am dating myself now I guess. You are kind of dating everyone when you’re single actually. The manpile doth grow but I have no time for it but it’s great promo I will say again and then never again because soon tinder will be cluttered with ads and shit.
Shoes from Holland I never wear.
There’s a lot of goodies on my camera too. I just want to wallpaper a post with all of them and be done with it.
Remind me to wear a hat today btw and to buy toothpaste and bananas.
Isn’t this blog just the funnest.
We have a problem with these bottoms. I am too fit for them. Might do something today about that. Either eat a lobster steak dinner OR just buy a smaller pair.
And if all else fails there’s always a 1-900 phone sex career right around the corner thanks to my mom’s nightie.
Once I am done being a wrestle model girl, of course.
Hey boo, or, boos. Booboodoodoos is what I actually prefer, but anyway, hey.
Don’t think I have ever blogged this amazon photo of myself which is jarring because it is so Raymazing. I feel like at the time “I had a lot going on” and always meant to get back to that dinner because in the frey are a ton of great shots. At some point in every blog post I complain about shit like this. My photos, my photos, where are my photos oh God! Fuck. Then I hunt through flickr and get speedbumped in the brain with other stuff to sprinkle around, which I do, and then more time goes by, more messages come in, notifications, emails, what have you I am VERY much a person at the breaking point with technology addictions as well as personal life changes? Too much input for sure.
My friend just emailed me, I looked at his name appear and rolled my eyes because STOP JUST STOP EVERYTHING STOP TALKING AHHH and his email is complaining about the same shit I am writing about now.
He interrupted, sorry, emailed me earlier to “do something” more unsolicited life advice (COOL GREAT THANKS BECAUSE THERE ISN’T ENOUGH IN MY BRAIN ALREADY) and then I was all I AM ALREADY DOING THAT VERY THING TODAY ARGGGG AGHHH!!! (but then in nice voice I said good, find me a local person then).
So his email just now was about being sucked into a vortex of internet shit and not finding the thing for me that was HIS GODDAMN IDEA TO BEGIN WITH but then a funny anecdote about discovering Hamilton has a nude beach so that’s good but also ends in “I hate the internet”.
He just wrote again and said not to talk about him because he is supposed to be doing heaps of work. We have been annoying each other for years and years online and have stopped talking altogether of recent or for a stretch there because we just slack so fucking much I guess as well as create in other capacities. That’s why the internet is great because when you are busy fucking around on it you can fuck around more by reaching out to all your buds and then become overwhlemed moreso.
Anyway it’s one of those days and I don’t even have time for this.
I’m not going to relax until everything is unpacked and my mother, god bless her, keeps giving me bags of more clothes. Awesome as they are, it’s just a lot to deal with when part of you requires order and wants to be organized, yet the other half wants to relax and take it as it goes.
This is all smug priviliged whining now that I think about it.
No matter what you do in your life, everything, anything, is annoying at some point.
I am psyched for this Friday however and going to dance out these demons right now as well as prep for a photoshoot I bet will not be over soon enough to get postcards printed but who cares.
Totally would have coloured the chick something weird regardless BUT I still needed a yellow for the flower’s centre’s! whatev. I stopped at adding crucifixes I didn’t want to punk rock it up too hard.
Dranks and a snack out last night. I kinda spaced that it was good Friday today. Everything closed. Ghost Town.
Moving day. My birthday. I keep forgetting. Feels like I didn’t have one.
Except for this then pretty much went right to bed.
A couple of weeks ago. I feel like dusk is a haunting time of day, if you have missed the day by chance. You get a panic – oh no, my life is passing me by. I made a morning coffee joke today while looking at the clock and said I am watching the seconds of my life literally tick by. We laughed of course but yeah the more time is wasted the more my clock ticks and I don’t intend to waste it anymore.
Found my shirts for next Friday WOOT! I bought two. 6 bucks each. Secret ace in the sleeve store hell ya. The girl who checked me out was very chatty to me so it was a retail bonus. I was wearing a sweater from said store and maybe that is why also, like I was store royalty because I knew if you wanted that particular sweater you have to have been there in November sorry! Trifecta funny because it’s such a basic store so I am their basic queen. Guess what world, basic is the majority, hashtag winning. Air quotes. Whatever. Yeah whatever man, so whatever. This dialogue is off the chain.
Lacey lacey lady. Mom unloaded lots of pants and tops on me for my bday.
The mirrors are close together so you kinda have to contort to get all the action in.
Birthday celebrations continued into April fools, that we were. Was a nice and full day. Love being active and outdoors. Ate too much though. Back to dieting.
Yesterday’s linner. Trying to only eat once a day again.
Sigh.
Mom dress hook-up she wore to a wedding. Belting it! The summer of belting it? Oh god I need to get belts so bad man.
I am going to add more blond soon. Just wait til it is really hippie long and golden shit will get bananas! Maybe?
I like how I am always charting progress with hair forecasts and weight loss, body chiselling. The thing is when these things happen things DO change somewhat. You start to dress bolder and then have crazy pictures. I am nearing Kim Cattrall phase/years where cougars behave embarrassingly and what not so you know, have fun with it while I can. Before everything starts drooping, dropping and so on.
Dita Von Teese looks amazing no? I could just keep going right? Answer me you friggin blog! haha.
Unpacking progress isn’t so bad. I have hung up a lot of stuff and did a ton of laundry blabbity blah. My room will be mint when I am done with it and I’ll take proper pics oke-doke.
Packing was so stressful. Well moving I mean. I feel relief now.
I’ll miss that location for the infinitieth time but I am super psyched right now to be here.
Long day bruh.
Aw hi.
From the bustling tropical oasis locale of Burlington I bid y’all adieu.
No time no time! I be moving! Here I am on my 26th bday in Vancouver, was in town for the Junos and this was an awesome after party gala. Great swag bags that night! I met feist too!
See?
This is a bday restrospective because I look like a moving witch right meow lol.
Anyway you get the point lets look at another year.
The following year I was a twiggy blond.
I packed a lot of crap for one night.
Entering the 27th club. I made it out alive lol.
Lady Gaga was huge at the time I guess haha.
Anyway that’s enough memory lame for now. Thank you for being a friend!
Here’s a picture of me and Josh Homme (went to QOTR on my 28th bday).
Had biz mezzanine to myself at sound academy.
Was epic.
And proof of my legendary shots moment. He gave me one of those. That dude groupie would not leave him the hell alone either so we could not have a private moment. What’s worse than chick groupies? Dude groupies. Completely useless.
My 5th (6th?) birthday was pretty off the chain too.
I’m proud of this one. Despite the burning my hand on that lamp blooper about 20 seconds in lol. There’s a lot of bobbing around and I think I look pretty good for my age. Dancing makes me happy and makes people smile. This video involves lots of smiling. Dancing is also a great stress reliever lemme tell ya. I also teach you how to do spiderman climbers and there’s a lot of bouncing around as previously mentioned haha.
Here’s a million pictures of me now. Does it stop? No. Does it have to? Exactly.
An hour of self absorption goes a long way!
The rest of the day will be dedicated to world peace, I swear.
Hey gang, planet Raymes here on this very wet Wedneday so lets blog through the rain pain, that’s what we do boo. Just get on the bus, Gus and lets see what Raymbo Brite has in store for you.
For instance, the best song by Broods captured on great quality video for you, posterity, and for me. Swoon. Great show. Lots of lesbos there to enjoy and good looking people in general. Did you know Broods were brother and sister?
One half of my kickboxing ring girl outfit has been finalized. The bottoms are already loosening on me (it’s a skinny week) so I might have to try and shrink them but worried they will look all worn out. People are going to be taking pictures of and with me so I must look mint.
Jules happened to be in town so after I wrapped at Naked News we went for some fish and it was fun. I had to get the dinner menu in order to get sashimi access cos I was like bruh I be not eating this rice as there was a pile of it accumulating on my plate haha. Then I could order all these other crazy dishes and hooked Jules up with them. I feel like we really won at all you can eat sushi that day.
The last time I was here my Dutch (ex) bf deleted items and photos from their ipad menu like a f__ing a-hole ahha what the hell guy we get it you’re tech personified can you maybe give it a rest?
Made us mushrooms as a side on the weekend but ate them all before we did the steaks. The (not so) secret is rosemary and red wine.
Also kicked it pilgrim style and made soup from my boiled down chicken stock. My soft boiled eggs for breakfast were not gonna be enough to sustain me so I made a garbage dump vegetable blend that was mega-enriching and tasty. I can be a food witch genius when I wanna be.
Yes I posted an instagram pic of this already. I am still trying to use the camera more often, which I am but there’s definitely a lag in showcasing it here.
After the show is always a magical time. You can process what you just experienced and relax a little while spectating all the other concert-goers level of givin’er. Actually it is quite a high and that’s why people are addicted to live music.
We stood here for the whole show. How do you feel about the slanty floor at the Danforth music hall? I was still able to dancehall music hall. I AM HILARIOUS.
Classic, ornate, Marie Antoinette approved. Bonus that couple is perving out to each other. What does that make me then? They were in my goddamn way I wanted a picture of the venue dude! Haha.
Concert lighting is everything. Once the show is over the magic is all gone.
I have videos of many more beautiful moments I’ll get around to another time but that’s all the coverage for now hope you enjoyed the effort I made for you.
I spy Kat Curtis! Kind of a surreal experience. You forget you’re naked and just do it. Yeah it takes courage for sure. You just have to get over yourself and your fear and go for it.
Positive support system is key too. Being naked does not close doors and should not. It doesn’t have to define you either. It is merely complimentary. You can still be smart, use your brain and intellect as well as be a sex symbol. I was even mistaken as a hobo at the mall, you can be all over the spectrum ahha.
Jules and I went for a walk and took some Toronto tourism shots at City Hall. She wore a pylon on her head and I took Raymazing pics of her. Blah blah Jules rules.
Volleyball scar from last summer. You can see my ankle is a bit swollen still from my Aruba disaster.
It’s my birthday in 6 days. Don’t send presents all at once now.
I love Easter because of the feeling it gives me. Like a nostalgia blast and spring fever all at once. Easter bunnies are pretty cool too. Last Easter I spent in New Orleans don’t worry I can wait til #tbt to rediscuss that runaway weekend haha.
A great store to loiter.
I’m really going to miss my hood. I miss it already. I am happy for where I’m going to but still, the lake and proximity to town. I got through the damn winter and the best time to live here is spring/summer. BOO-URNS.
Did I even get around to posting all the great supper club pics? Ah doye of course not.
