i was really feelin’ the middle finger eh. cool. wasn’t sure if any of these would be any good so i kept with it just in case. just in case you needed to be flipped off ten times.
this, no doubt, was quite the hilarious scene. my friend tim and i roll up, i warn him it’s a taoist community center halloween party. hahaha. everyone was dancing. in costume. fuuuunnnny.
and they made me take a tray of chinese home. i did. i’m like so was this a byob party? hahha. they were pretty tripped out by me like uhhhh, what? why are you here? yo relax i’m that guy’s daughter. then i became superstar supreme. dad and i are going to practice songs later.
i bought some nice wine and some nice as close to champage as it’s gonna get. halloween is otherwise known as a three day shit show and i kinda can’t compromise my marbles at the moment going hog wild like the rest of the city. i am even considering not partaking tonite either. for sure tomorrow though.
i haven’t had time to even think of a costume yet my mind obviously is on other things i do have a rough idea for tomorrow though tonite, all outta ideas. might go to the costume store with my dad which is suicide but i brought not too (way too) many clothes (they are all wrong) so oooh i’ll hit the mall maybe. i feel like only an asshole would go out with a mask like this on halloween, though, it is an excuse to dress as avant-garde as you like, or freakish.
it has a cool louis vuitton embossed print on the foil. fancy. i am always celebrating something. haven’t cracked it yet. once you open a bottle you have to drink it all. pretty much.
You are like the Canadian internet version of Kim Kardashian, But with substance. Please don’t take that as an insult. I meant it to mean that your are media savvy, that at least you provide a product that I am willing to buy into.
Be glad you have the freedom to do what you do. but for the grace of (fill in the blank) you could be working at Mr Sub.
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rebut:
Umm here’s the thing aside from grammar issues. YOU ARE content. Kim, born rich, famous friends, and that porn film certainly helped. All that got her a show filled with cumkwat for cum-twat fantasies.
Unfortunately content doesn’t = rich. We aim to change that.
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poopee says
nonna’s ARE in mourning forever. it just gives them something else to complain about. they are the queens of martyrdom
Example:
me: hi grandma, how are you?
my nonna: i’m old.
me: hi grandma, what’s new?
my nonna: nothing’s new when you are old.
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Hey Raymi,
I was just sitting here smoking one and thinking about that slamin Hot Bod of yours. Checked out your website today to see how you were doing, and wondered when you you’re going to settle down. It’s clear that you need the muscle that you gave mention to, and to be made love to every day. Surely there is at least one person in this world that can truly make you happy. I really do hope you find that. Be happy Raymi, do what turns you on. Take care love. Happy Holloween
treated myself to a little diamond necklace from shoppers (had to spend more to get a ton of points) and perfume. i never buy myself perfume i always get it for free somehow. i love being girly sometimes i can’t believe i just said that. the makeup is too dark i have to return it though it already went through the sponge. ugh. more fascinating updates later happy saturday. god i love lazy.
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my guest list ticket thing isn’t working i think the paypal isn’t syncing so please be patient and thanks for your determination. also if you know what the hell i need to do to make it work let me know.
my new friends BOOM invited me over to their St. Clair hood for breakfast the other day. i never eat breakfast, come brunch i am having a jogging pants party alone on the couch knee-deep in internet and a bodum of organic coffee (the only stuff adventurehousehold allows to be ground round these parts) which i am actually doing right this very second.
so naturally i was a bit ughhhhh a sober food review in the day. awesome. whatever man i’m british and when we british eat, we drink, which is probably why i don’t eat during the day. colleague was all, so this is going to be the first sober meal i said not exactly i’m stoned. no guilt here, i’m an artist, that’s how we do.
they have a bar afterall. i don’t drink during the day i am a go-getting businesswoman always hustlin’ so if i be cocked then that day, one less savvy email necessary writ will not be and i get further behind in the never ending rat race. funny how i said i was an artist and a businesswoman. i am both. i am the creative and the HR and the intern.
part of my raymi voodoo is my gift of gab. right now i’m being my dad here. i reference him a lot (mom don’t get jealous!) when i have meeting of the minds visionary meals. i know i give a lot of secrets and tips away, i don’t feel like anyone would ever put them to practice anyway.
if i were to describe “the personae” of what is raymi, her traits and attributes (and shortcomings) obviously mirror my own, all the negative stuff like always being right and having the last word. raymi is always right, you think you’re right but you’re wrong, look at the comments. people can rely on that. multiply it by ten years then people start to get it.
tony is owner of another well-known breakfast diner all you hipster skid nerds know about. he wanted something, something for his own crowd, baby boomers. discussed it with someone and said what if i called it boomer (i love that idea) and they said what about boom? also good. when i learned this i said omg my dad would love that. see a void and fill it, build the niche and they will come.
everyone in my comments is getting crotchety about my having a photographer in-tow to these things. guys, do you think i am going to fucking sit there extending my arm out while eating elk tartar and lobster all nite long like an idiot in a restaurant alone? do you want to see this experience or not? sometimes i bring a date sometimes i get the busboy to dine with me because i am a loser. if you believe that then you must not think very much of me. thanks for hurting my feelings see what you did?
and it doesn’t matter who it is does it? maybe the mystery allure is part of the scheme YES BECAUSE I AM SCHEMING YOU DONT LOOK DOWN NOW AND SEE ME PULLING THE CARPET OUT FROM UNDER YOU OMFG RAYMI GOT US AGAIN! that’s what a few of you whiners sound like all the time. i am babysitting whiners day in day out over here jesus people give me a break stop busting my balls.
tony asked me if i was jewish and refused to believe that i wasn’t. maybe it was the messy bun and the diamonds and the mannerisms. he was not coached at all. i couldn’t even respond i found it so funny. my mouth was a breathless O for fifteen seconds.
i just had a vision of myself in the kitchen there cooking. i think i could hack it. tony offered during breakfast rush are you kidding? i said i was a terrible server and he said yeah i can tell that you weren’t meant to serve. i said tony would fire me in a heartbeat. not true, i am pretty good but after awhile not really. boom’s philosophy is we are here to serve you. simple. which is all you need in breakfast culture. it’s not about them, it’s about you. tony has a lot of sage business wisdoms i memorized everything he said.
he tells all employees that they are coming into his dream so you can basically get lost if you think about comin’ in there with diva’tude. yeah there is no chance in hell i could ever work there haha.
i said i would hit the kitchen or bring water that’s that. maybe take orders. i am never carrying trays no way my arms are too jittery and shaky, i refuse to learn cirque du soleil stacking tricks i am not a mule. which makes service take longer then everyone hates you because you’re not rushing like a slave. this is why i quit central. my fancy little daddy pants (in my family we rip each other in patronizing funny voices) said about me working at central that “it’s not for you” as in i am a little elitist princess. ok i miss my dad now i am going to b-town to give’r tonite.
i look like garbage. i figured dressing up dinner styles extravagantly for breakfast would be too outrageous. next time though i have a funny idea. so i guess this is me “keeping it real”. diet coke in a glass bottle tastes worse. regular coke in a glass bottle tastes better. strange.
as you may know, raymi the minx began in the forums of vice magazine back in the year 1999. you’d think that would be a nerdy thing or something but no. disagree. what were YOU doing exactly in 1999? dancing to jennifer lopez? bahaha.
sidenote, tony has high ambition for the boom rooster logo to be as big as the playboy bunny logo. i said put the waitresses in playboy outfits then, timed it for when one of our waitresses came with something to our table. she was stunned. i said i could sexually harass all the servers if i wanted to THAT’S WHAT RAYMI DOES.
when rob talks shit about vancouver he does it as mr. toronto so people get mad at that guy instead of rob when those are actually rob’s opinions coming out, not mr. toronto’s. smart. raymi is accountable for all the stupid things lauren white says and does. amazing. brilliant. i shoulda made myself more aware of this online personae monster i created years ago.
this cup is backwards, or it’s a left handed mug. the print should be facing outward like so but the handle is on the left. here i am trying to maneuver this awkward situation. i pulled through but only by a hair. i had a lot of help, it was difficult, but i persevered in the end. tiniest handles ever. delicious coffee by the way thank god i haaaaaaaate bad coffee sometimes it’s the only thing i’ll stubbornly consume for hours. a bad cup of coffee can ruin your entire day like the morning i woke up in deep river ugh (wait’ll you read that bomb next week on street carnage) but anyway i had two double americanos WITH SOY and they were delicious. this pleased me. big thumbs up.
looks like someone is fallin’ in love over there. how terrible for him. ha that is one of my catch phrases. this is my bill clinton visits the front lines of mcdonald’s impression. guy at the bar behind me (boom bar start marketing that tony) laughed like crazy when i said that. he was having a beer watching the teev kinda ignoring what was taking place all around him (raymi happening).
i bring up vice magazine cos gavin (one of the founders) always harped on boomers, how they ruined the world with all their selfishness and now my generation is paying for it essentially and now boomers are doing this forever young thing so they will never go away they’re holding on for dear liiiiife. as much as it stings he’s right. tony is the same age as my dad, borderline boomer. my dad got really mad when i pretty much verbatim told him what gavin thinks about boomers.
my family is going to have to get used to me referencing them. osler said a quote about how when a writer is born into a family that is the end of that family. i said that to my dad and he laughed, agreed. i think they should just look at it from a stand-up comedian perspective always telling little stories about their lives and kids and girlfriends, whether it is true or not, usually is, they’re not dogging their parents just highlighting the funny bits about these people right? it is hysterical because it’s relatable.
i’m eating the Niçoise salad fyi (the menu is incredible, varying, lots of healthy choices too and very appealing for kids) – albacore white tuna, asparagus, olives, sweet potato and hard-boiled egg in a balsamic dressing. don’t put diesel in a ferrari. only healthy food should exist in the world eh? take away fast food, un-invent it and humans can start living longer again, healthier. if people are going to crave healthy food you have to make it good and appealing. i’ve had a few crappy Niçoise salads in my past, you know it’s going to be sub-par fare in a pub when everyone around you is ordering deep fried fish n chips, roast beef au jus, glistening thick cut french fries mmmm but then your shitty salad comes out and there’s a gross green ring around the hard boiled egg yolk, rusty mesclun, raw vegetables, just curbs absolutely nothing and makes you grouchy the rest of the day and you end up picking at other people’s grease anyway. food fail.
that salad was amazing. the nicest freshest hard boiled egg still warm! that has never happened before. there is always a green ring and weird shit everywhere. the albacore tuna was high quality too. the sweet potatos thick match-sticked.
you’re all on RAYMI’S D LIST (discount, they’re even going to make a special button) make sure you tell your server at any location 808 College Street, 1036 St Clair Ave W, 174 Eglinton Ave W that you’re on raymi’s D list and if you’re not an a-hole and tony’s around you might get some special treatment too READ BETWEEN THE LINES.
so bill clinton replete with sweat stains. i asked if you could get a tan through a window, they’re like yeah duh i said i am bringing my bikini next time then. seriously my face is darker today cos of that hour. check hairdo at the bar, he’s keeping the dream alive.
tony gave me a sixer of cokes so nice and he’s also really funny and maybe borderline kooky, you kind of have to be to be an inventor of something right? you have to not only convince yourself that the thing will sell but everyone around you. every product out there has a team of people around it living eating dreaming that product like its own cult, that certainly makes you crazy after awhile. you’re a guru, one of those evangelists, a christian rip off artist. anyway you know what i mean, you have to be kooky to be a success. the straight and narrow there is nothing to be enticed by.
i always magically match my surroundings. toms shoes emailed me i would die if they gave me shoes for my party, for all of you. i feel like oprah’s favourite things episode when people lose their minds haha so disgusting and cannot look away.
i like this. circular logos are inviting and comforting. some restaurant marketing guru freak must have looked into that. i guess that restaurant marketing guru (consultant!) might be, me? i mean, i am totally going to die alone eating in a bar anyway. i texted that to five hundred friends yesterday while eating alone in a bar. in-between meeting up with some people.
tony said to be like the fish mongers in seattle (they wrote a book, one of them did anyway). i interpreted it to mean like in kensington market all the fish guys yelling at you to buy their fish, competition down the street, be the better fish monger. tony actually meant that they ARE the best and they do a whole show, throwing the fish to one another while singing and chanting, very dramatic, skilled. efficient. all that. so be that. be the best.
i read tony some of my hater comments and dropped some of my philosophies which boiled down to raymi is always right. someone slagged boom in a blogto thread something like i dunno why people would line up for that place (boom has lineups, lineups means good business, good food, all of that no brainer shit) all snarky jealous like, so it must be competition posing as a customer or worse, if it’s actually some nobody troll that is pretty sad. you went out of your way to say that? uhm, do you not have a life guy?
HIPSTER BRUNCH DREAM WIFE WHEN WE’RE DONE WE CAN RENT MOVIES FOR AFTER PUB PINTS AND A WALK THROUGH BELLWOODS OR MAYBE WE’LL HIT SOUNDSCAPES AND I WILL PRETEND NOT TO BE BORED OUT OF MY MIND BECAUSE I LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU IGNORE ME AND ARE OBSESSED WITH VINTAGE ADIDAS TENNIS SHIRTS.
my pics now. emilio sad this in my flickr stream about this photo Love it! Thank god there are people with an eye for design in the world. Wish that I had that kind of talent. he is a certified genius and totally one of those modern metro designy guys you know. you can tell by his glasses. therefore this comment is certifiable fact. he also plays the trumpet in a jazz band, or some other weird brass instrument. i just play the skin flute.
i can’t remember what it was i said but tony was like i have absolutely no idea what you are talking about and that is GREAT because that means there is an entire demographic subset of people you can put me in touch with that he had no idea existed. an entire culture, world, this world i call it, social media which unfortunately is a necessary nerdy evil.
i have no idea what is so jewy about me you’re the one with the business on st. clair guy. i asked if tony was jewish he said no, italian. i said oh no doubt wops and wasps work very well together. i think he’s going to steal that one maybe.
how adorably placed beside that cupcake joint. convenient. i can put in an order for something next time i go, everyone loves cupcakes and they are a dream to photograph.
i’ve bumped into a girl twice now since she served me at supermarket a couple weeks ago. last friday nite with steph (feels like a lifetime ago, wait, that was two weeks ago? my sense of time is just, bizarre. more and more i am learning how much i operate in a totally different realm than everybody else) and i were walking hosedly along queen after a piss-up at watusi. i was in that frame of mind where i may as well have been on dxm or something, bubble brained but then i see this girl with a bike on the ground and she is drunk crying. everyone else is ignoring her it’s friday queen west crowd nite, friend somewhat included (the girl i’ve seen twice since, time two at unloveable) i come out of my reverie (these days in the back of my mind i am freaking the fuck out secretly, luckily steph has her own nightmare right now so i could let it eclipse that of my own invented melodramatic first world problems) and take a mental holiday for 24 hours while babysitting her. there might even be a statue erected in my honour but anyway, i chivalrously (wow this post is now getting totally heroically out of hand now and there are way too many brackets) rush to the aide of this sobbing stranger to inquire what the fuck is going on assuming she got lobbed by a car while riding her bike and i was right. i genuinely cared but i knew it wasn’t that big a deal it was kind of just an excuse to interact with other drunk people. we were becoming a happening. turns out a car “kind of?” hit her foot but she didn’t want to deal with it cos she was on her way to a booty call. steph said she watched the other girl staring at me with wonder and confusion and then she goes HEY did you eat at supermarket the other nite? yes i go, she goes yeah we served you.
crying girl stops fake crying at this point (my attention made her cry more cos she was liking it, i tell you i am a caring stud) and goes oh yeah! immediately in their heads i could see their opinions of me evolving from interesting person we served, balling tipper, great outfit and personality (haha ok that’s my addition) to selfless random act of kindness chick. obviously i am a lesbian too cos i have drunken skidfanie in-tow.
i bumped into girl two at unloveable like i said this past sunday nite. i wanted to play uno then i realised way too much brain requirement would be involved so i passed, but she really wanted me to play. i dunno about you but i am exquisitely skeptical of people who are really nice to me. get shat on all the time by half the nation of toronto so when someone gives me sunshine and a forecast of blue skies i am like now, wait just a second here…
we didn’t play uno. instead we played wasted jenga with stew and suzzi. i feel like i let that girl down by not playing uno. weird how you can feel guilted by the dumbest of things like that.
i am in the middle of really hating myself right now. i hate that i can’t control my body. if my body isn’t happy then i am not happy. if i am happy for two seconds i immediately panic because, i’m happy. i feel the sting of stress and anxiety every waking minute but i have come to get off on it and rely on it. it keeps me on my toes it is my only boss which i need as i am not with partner whom generally keep me in check and tame me. i require a muse to get this ball rolling day in day out and since i don’t have one i have many and this uncanny somewhat desperate addiction to push the fucking envelope.
here’s something i put in my tumblr the other day. i used to have an ithinkmanic blog that i wrote alongside raymitheminx, if you split the personae in two then you can get away with being emo and write more self indulgently. in the beginning of blog i let go a lot more. sometimes i get head tripped about it because people get to you, thousands, get to you. i didn’t even know i had a blog personae until i was told i had one. i am different in the real world, way more mellow, less intense but i still have a massive personality i just pick and choose what it is i say because i feel like i have lots to say. about everything. it is plaguing. if you’re someone like me you’ve just got to have a blog. so here’s that passage from my tumblr anyway. back to work.
he said there were two parts to me
an extremely insecure one and one that is over-compensating for it and that he doesn’t like either one
either person
two mes
i took it like a man because i had no interest in this fucking guy
so arrogant
i had already stood him up accidentally on the thursday
he showed me a text message he sent to his friend about me
bad vibe. i was 30 minutes late. i am always late but he was such a diva about it
i chose a shitty place cos in case i hate him i didn’t want to hate him somewhere uncomfortable and expensive
he forced me into assuring him that he looked young for 30
he looked late thirties
he was aghast that i wouldn’t stroke his ego
i told him arrogantly that i do not pay on first dates
i make no move toward my wallet
except that one pissing contest time when i paid a lot of money for the second portion of the evening even though the guy was loaded
anyway this awful attractive guy more so in photos than in person did not like me one bit and i didn’t like him either
he was willing to like me but then it went foul at some point
he could tell that i wasn’t taking it seriously and not that interested i think
he is one of like 40 pieces of fish they are all the same after awhile same ageish same jobish it’s hard to keep track of information like that so during a date when one should know the basics like age and profession i knew nothing
clearly a date machine
that is how i blew it
and i do not care
we were both set in our ways and even started to hate each other
i told him he was kind of high maintenance as my final jab when we went from variety store to variety store in search of his energy drink the only one he will drink wtf prissy hahaha
in hindsight he was trying to lose me but i didn’t care it was on my way home anyway
it bothered him that i didn’t fall for him so he got mean
i told him i took what he said about me like a man so maybe he should take what i say about him like one also
i don’t even remember what i said it was so minimal but it had a large effect
oh i said that he needed a lot of attention
he got feisty after that because i was so right
ugh
i could tell that he was inventing things to say about me to whoever his friend was over text, that kind of needy attention you know meanwhile for me he is barely even a footnote so totally nothing and no one to me
i was also extremely hung over and kind of exhausted and that was insulting to him on top of standing him up the other day
anyway
looks aren’t everything
and i am learning that a lot of beautiful people are truly very fucking ugly people
and i am never surprised
i prefer friends these days
they are soul healing and genuinely love you
i feel like hugging all of them right now at this very moment
or typing their names here right now
robin david steph melodie lucas stew lately you are the best friends i love you
my friend was a little nervous when i said i was dressed like a holly madison grease puck bunny. hey guy my outfit was better than yours. i almost dressed the part a little too well.
went to the real sports bar beforehand. dig that place. good thing it was REAL. really stupidly named. i have another crowd pic where every single man is staring at me, it’s too blurry though. sometimes i am so not used to attention.
blind greek (not actually blind but a typo i sent to steph in email meant to be blond so now obviously his nickname is blind greek) spilled his beer all over the guy in front of us right after i was making fun of a guy wearing flip flops (at a hockey arena!) we were surrounded in enemy territory after that. his buddy wasn’t able to pull through and scout out better seats for us so we did it on our own. steph was all oh fuuuuun going to a game but i don’t know how fun for a blind guy hahaha.
idiotstick behind me is actually saying FACEBOOOOOOK i turned around and gave him the cuntiest look ever. moron there is more to the internet than facebook and ps. that shit is old son, welcome to two years ago.
we won, 3-1. got in a little spat with a sens fan on behalf of my sens-hating (despising) buddy. now that i have finally seen ottawa as an adult all the hater comments coming out of there make way more sense to me. ottawa is boringtown and it can’t get over it. i saw the entire scene in like two hours, one nite. i said to this girl behind me posing as a toronto fan (she said she lost a bet, same thing flip flops detroit fan said as he was wearing a toronto jersey) that it must burn her up inside that ottawa has lost to toronto so many times and she goes yeah well there’s always the future. you’re welcome osler.
i don’t know any of the player’s names anymore. think haven’t been to a game in at least two years. i learned that phaneuf guy’s name, but only because he’s boning elisha cuthbert, or she’s ploughing the other one now? anyway one of them got suspended cos he said the other guy is into his sloppy seconds. love it.
see how i’m pointing? i point when incredulous shit happens like an oblivious guy about to walk through my shot. seriously do your eyes not work? the majority of these white collared idiots are keeping our economy afloat meanwhile they don’t know how to walk around arenas through crowds. unbelievable. i master that shit you better keep on my heels cos i am navigating through the herd like i’m on meth. gone.
ASSAULT ON NORMAL PEOPLE’S SENSES GIVE ME YOUR COTTON CANDY IT’S IMPORTANT. girl with white arm sleeve is the sens fan i ripped on. i said she was a good sport multiple times then i’d rip her some more. i really do not give a care about hockey beef/rivalries, i just like to get people fired up for my own amusement sometimes.
it all started when she cheered when florida scored. once the booing died down (from leafs fans) i turn around (perfect comedic timing of course as i am a comedian and master of delivery) and say YOU HAVE REVEALED YOURSELF. then she says she’s a sens fan etc and so forth i am already bored of this.
i didn’t even get baked for any of this. my eyes were very squinty i knew i’d burn out hard if i did and then i might fall down some stairs cos my numbness affliction is back in action again.
hockey players are really young eh? i say to greek, not like the old school 40 year old players like wendell clark, does he still play? (i knew he doesn’t i was just pretending to be really stupid hahaha) does hulk hogan play too, how’s his season so far? greek’s head almost exploded.
i promise i will not bore you girls with this ever again. maybe if they let me sit on the ice next time. i should be paid to go to games as many people i know watched it just cos i said i was going to try and spot my stupid pink shirt.
Hello. I just want to say that I love how slutty you are. And I mean that in the best way possible. You seem like a person who does exactly what she wants and doesn’t care what others think. That’s great. I bet you fuck amazingly, too.
im pretty sure my dad will be extremely proud of this email.
I don’t know about your dad, but if I were your boyfriend or husband, I’d say three cheers to that e-mail (and yeah, I’d be proud). A gorgeous, intelligent, funny slut with a great sense of style? What’s not to be proud of?
I am not a fucking slut
Are you sure?
I wasn’t trying to insult you.
definite intentional insult you fucking asshole
That’s really amusing that I called you gorgeous, intelligent, and funny, yet your subscribing to the narrow view of what a “slut” is, seems to cause you such distress.
the issue is you are declaring for me that i am a slut
there’s slutty
then there is slut
who the fuck are you to me anyway, or to say?
i’ve been pretty good lately so uh wait what am i talking about i think i had just recovered from friday’s dinner review. but anyway. you know how it is.
and the two looking the most like each other asians i have ever fucking seen. i even said “you people” and had to backpeddle out of it. guy on left was fucking with me, wasn’t actually offended. thanks for shorting out some MORE of my braincells. i am the most gullible person in the world.
suzzi was mega-blasted. don’t let drunk people style you for photographs cos it’s all on you not them and then there’s evidence. she tucked my hair behind a different ear. do you have like, a part you are OCD about or a side of your face your bangs CAN ONLY be swept across no exception to this uptight illogical rule? well she went against my grain but i let it happen. this is what i was thinking at the time.
get your paws off me! haha. i love suzzi she is adorable and funny. craziest jenga player ever. i’ve never been so stressed out before watching someone take their turn i have videos of screaming my head off i couldn’t take it hahaha.
this mighta been the spiral one we set up. punk rock. it doesn’t have to be perfect, i always thought it did because i have neurotic mental problems about order and structure. only about certain things though. playing cards, crazy eights, you better keep that shit neat. i am no fun to play with.
bad weekend for hair days. i washed it too many times. the gym makes it gross then i have to wash it and then i have newly washed annoying hair. today i’m not working out and just leaving it a sloppy mess i don’t fucking care. ABSINTHE BOURBON TEQUILA LIIIIFE!
i am turning into ron sexsmith apparently. i can’t go out for like an hour by myself in between one thing and meeting others without some asshole recognizing me and making me feel like shit about it in my comments. i have to move away to another planet in a galaxy far away with a rose for my only friend. aw my new friend dave said this Don’t let things upset you. People are always mean/crude to things they don’t understand and envy ambition and drive.
Like I said, most innovators, artists are manic-depressives, lonely people… you shouldn’t have ot be though.
tally ho! those dyke boots jen gave me from central. aw i miss her. we had the best time opening the bar together this summer. one time we got really baked off hospital weed. bad idea. took me forever to open the patio it was like working in hot soup slow motion (broiling hot day) opening up the largest mill street umbrella was impossible meanwhile she was upstairs in her own wonky hell an hour later we reconvene by the bar and i ask her if this weed is she finding it kinda, incapacitating? she’s like yeah oh right it’s that kind of weed. couple of geniuses. i know about florence and the machine cos of her one day i was really depressed so she made a girl power playlist and cosmic love was on it i’m gonna see if i can get one more plus one for guest list at sound academy and bring her along with skidbarfanie and i.
there is absolutely no way to enjoy that movie not in the theatre. i was non-stop howling, loudest in the theatre. i am a really good movie date by the way.
i didn’t even make a stink about it. ate it all pretty much then saw it. big whoop. pol was paying for it anyway hahaha but yeah i casually mention to the waiter i found plastic in the salad fyi. manager slimeball comes over with two free apps vouchers and comps it. $20 is a lot for a bullshit salad. it wasn’t that bad, hit the spot. i never went to milestones before either. i really love chain restaurants and spying on normal people, the general public. i always feel like i am an alien visiting from another planet (why are there two other planet references in this post i am obviously drunk still) when i go to shitty places where jocks and rich snob boring types go to blow money on overpriced not that good but you’re tricked into thinking it is food. you’re basically paying for the flatware and the renovation and what the restaurant represents, i feel. if you eat here, then you are this kind of person. if you eat there, then you are that kind of person. i can make generalizations forever.
woah ew i do not look good with boy hair. looks like i go out a lot but i assure you, you go out more than me. i stay in by myself all day long every day like a shut in then i go to the gym then i go home again. some days i don’t even open my mouth to speak for hours. when you document stuff it’s typically when you go out so all i have are photos of, going out. despite the majority of my time spent sitting on my ass on this very couch or on my bike. ok i’ll make a going out graph and then i’ll see that i actually DO go out a lot. i just feel like time spent alone deserves rewarding. ask my liver.
i am going to the leaf game tonite. PUMPED. my jersey is at my dad’s though. i have the best outfit in mind to mind fuck people into thinking i’m a puck bunny it’s going to rule and i’ll be wasted after one sip too. GO LEAFS.
Take care love. Happy Holloween
