i’ll keep this post pro though. food. food only. sex later. though they both do certainly go together quite nicely. maybe i’ll do a gauche actual food porn shoot. hmmm (cogs turning)…
this is perfect sunday date spot. sigh. i’m up north in beautiful fall country land. picture me in a cable knit sweater drinking 80 dollar cognac (i am) it’s dusk and we should be eating this together by a fire.
i ate the pepper from my charcuterie board and then i saw through time. i am not a pussy when it comes to heat anymore. probably because the fear part of my brain is now damaged steve irwin style. HI! THIS IS THE WORLD’S MOST POISONOUS SNAKE WATCH ME HUG IT!
morgue time. what’s the name for slaughterhouse? cow slaughterhouse? or that other word for cow? guys, what is, stuff? sorry i’m on retard time right now. update: bovine!
a lesson in fermentation. i guessed it before he even told me. i am smart. no i mean i guessed what was going on here not what it was he was fermenting. though i did make a scrooge coal joke that went nowhere and got no laughs. more out loud to myself.
walnut. how cool is it that they do this? well i guess we’re all master chef scientists at adventurehouse too then as we have a lot of fermentation going on in our fridge and the counter too. tmi.
did that leave anything behind? nope. and we’re good. awesome tanfantastic palms though. and yes i did ask mark if that was his biggest fan. deadpan people make me assault them with wisecracks it’s a trigger my mental compulsive illness cannot deflect easily.
to become headcheese. um. cool! well yeh fully but i don’t know what i am looking at here. i can handle it but i think i’ll leave this to the experts. then my foot bumps into something as i move further into the walk-in fridge…
oh, no big deal. just a box full of bags of ????? (everything was hygienically beyond clean by the way and these were in vacuum-sealed plastic) my friend ward’s dad manages/runs the funeral parlour in streetsville. he was my best friend in highschool, we went there often in the winter so ward could obsessively wash his car in the heated garage. i’d sit in the car and call dudes on ward’s phone while staring at garbage bags neatly lining the walls in there, two-deep. can only imagine what was in those bags. (!!!!!!)
i wasn’t uncomfortable in there at all. working at central, i’m used to weird greasy looking stuff that the kitchen staff has set up on trays. nothing more disgusting than sinking your hand into a fermented into dust lemon (which can’t be avoided in any bar/restaurant cos you get them by the case and there’s always one or two hidden gems) omg it is so sickening in the most fascinating of ways.
what do you think i’m saying here? i know i was trying really hard to come off as knowledgeable about food and cooking and animal slaughtering honouring ethics.
some guy is in love with me right now over facebook about how i dress. he must have a thing for jewish spinster aunties with cute little bellies and lots of opinions.
mark is really smart, precise and nice. i could tell when it was my turn to talk even though he was likely thinking i was an idiot because i’m not an expert in his field and my terminology was like trailer park boys ricky trying to be profound, it wasn’t just him doing the talking. some people you can tell are complete morons but they try and school you at your own game. they know a little about everything while a lot of nothing mostly and it’s like please stop talking. now.
ooh i look dubious. can’t bullshit a bullshitter. (name that movie and i’ll give you guest list plus 1 to my ten year blog anniversary party at wrong bar THIS NOVEMBER 11).
only mark and another guy are allowed to use it. looks like the other guy is only allowed to use it now haha. oh man, shop class memories. cos two kids in my class almost took fingers off we had to re-watch the safety video again midway through the semester. idiots.
was saying hand wounds as a chef or anyone who uses their hands for work are especially awful. limiting. a pint glass exploded in my hand at central and severed my thumb once. gory.
this is what me asking a dumbed-down question looks like. reporters are notorious for this shit. everyone falls for it, they can’t help it. completely unavoidable. it’s like an in your face troll comment wherein their facts are so terribly backward and incorrect you can’t help but jump in and right everything. the journalist comes away satisfied. this is why artists hate journalists.
just so cozy and inviting i couldn’t choose between the five pictures i took. this concludes my tour of cowbell eating it from the inside then going down to the battlefield and confronting my animal sacrifices-to-be. happy to know my dinner was happy before my pretentious gluttony ass consumed it.
my punky brewster morning here. where i am presently. then i watched a houseboat be moved by a guy in a huge tractor. small town remote rural idyllic life surrounded by mountains.
my room. there is no internet here. but there is internet at another house i’m spending time at. i prefer this space to work in so i’m going to try and get one of those rocket usb things tomorrow. nothing is open at normal times here. i shouldn’t even be thinking about blogging or internet as i’m here to write my book. ughhhhhh. tomorrow that begins. I STILL REQUIRE INTERNET.
the rumour mill of this small town is ridiculous. my arrival, within 24 hours, the reaction of is amusing. they knew we had a reservation at a restaurant before we even went there. multiply the double takes i get in burlington by 5 and you have where i am now. it is hard to not be conscious of it. i don’t mind it.
see how this venison brings out the beautiful blue in my eyes? Follow along now…
your dreamy dinner guest has arrived.
needs more… i want to punch people who say needs more cowbell. why? was that funny the second time you heard it? no. it wasn’t.
i’ve wanted to eat this restaurant ever since i moved to the hood. shall we then…
straight off the bat cozy and inviting. i was sick too with little appetite but became hungrier and hungrier the more i sat and stared at the (daily rotating menu) chalkboard.
i was planning to wear my favourite sweater here, the grey one with deer on it and a sash but i couldn’t find it. sigh. luckily they’re so common i can just buy another better one but still, i knew it would have photographed darlingly with these upholstered benches.
i’ve so many photos of the menu i can barely read them right now (am sickly) some you can’t make everything out in. overkill it is the way i do it.
def special occasion level atmosphere. or foodie.
developing an appetite.
these little shoes i’ve bought and never worn, just no big deal shoes, with a slight wedged heel. heel flats? they have received many compliments. strange.
i envisage a nice drunken after hours bowling night right here.
love me a high bar.
and this i could rave about in a long romantic poetic dream that leads nowhere.
totally.
you spy on everyone else for awhile then you get over it. i am a really good professional eater now. i remember i went on a date (not really) with a guy to czehoski’s and he was kinda punk, not his scene at all. he could not get over the elitism at all, i was like, what’s the big deal? we have every right to be here too get over it guy. pissed me off. i work hard for my money like these fucking showboats so i will dine with them and i will look like a freak and sit with my punk date and they will suffer, i will not be made to feel beneath them. never ever. anyway that guy made us leave after one drink. my eating out mentality has vastly changed over the last year. i have no fear or intimidation of expensive haunts while others are like i dunno lets go to the cheaper place. you know it is possible to have a good affordable time in a high-end resto just don’t order a main. get a couple apps, have a few drinks. done. get over it scrooge you’re here for a good time not a long time.
too soon? well it’s going to be october this weekend so i guess not. sad face.
oh my god i’m so tanned wait’ll you see me in flash and my tan lines are ridiculous. AND i’m svelte who knew the secret to skinnier was being lazier. i leaned out, the no more exercise has curbed my hunger and released excess weight and guess what, beneath all that extra chunk is a toned body from working out 5 days a week all summer long and i’m only going to get more lanky now. WIIIIIIIN.
wino(forever)na ryder list. more places need to do malbec by the glass. if i’m sitting with a non-drinker i can’t order a bottle, so therefore no malbec for me. i’ve gotten so many people on to malbec they should send me a case.
fear not thy carb. starved self all day for this.
charles dickens lantern.
i found this funny.
the glasses came off and on. i can’t see at nite. i also felt i probably looked tired from being sick. how am i still sick from saturday this sucks.
chocolate venison was my favourite.
Chocolate venison, Morts Della, Saucisson sec, Long cured compressed extruded water-something haha these notes are the best. i love the beautiful pretention of meat names, Curried copa, Duck terrine. there.
meat tour. to tell you everything was amazing would insult your intelligence as obviously it was. i have high standards when it comes to cuisine and i am also trusting and know i’m going to be pleased. cowbell are an ethical lot. they use the entire cow. the entire anything. everything. i have no idea how to do it but i know they do so stick it on a plate with a pickled beet and some mustard and i will eat it and blog it and brag it.
two thumbs. way up. can you sense the genuine?
oh my god my tan. for once my face is more tanned than my makeup. learning curve. you can see my new nailpolish on my middle fingers, the only two i could dig the gel manicure off of. it’s too orange for me, too pumpkin. some idiot is no doubt going to ask me if it is intentional (fall) and i will throw my bottle of “peach” sorbet into the sun.
hey pig, meet face. no seriously.
crispy testina, lentils, pickled chard stems. aka PIG FACE LORD OF THE FLIIIES.
so it came (i look like shit here) i took a bite and totally forgot what it was i was eating. i asked our server what a second good appetizer would be he said the testina or something else, i say what’s testina he says pig face i say i’ll have that. the weirder the better is my MO these days and so thanks to my fruit fly attention span it comes i take a bite chew chew oh what is this again? the photo is my realization of what i am eating. sometimes you’re so smart you’re stupid, folks.
alright lemme give this another go here…
don’t think just eat. verdict: delicious. they are flavour magicians over there. what is this cat litter? brilliant! i trust whatever it is they make.
loved the beet/pepper carnage.
gettin’ through it. i love lentils. how inspired. i would never think (or know what) to combine. a chef truly is an artist.
the lamb. i was jealous of that blob of meat and whatever came with it. the key to eating as much as you can while dining is talk all you want but when the food comes let the other guy have a turn while you eat from his plate and nod like crazy at everything he says like it’s really interesting then between courses it’s your turn to talk then the dessert comes make a non-sequitor and just let them have the floor while you inhale chocolate mousse.
i had the pan seared pickerel. i caught one once in bobcaygeon. this story is legendary. i was the only girl in the boat and the only one to catch anything worth keeping that weekend. i killed, cleaned, gutted it all by myself and even had its beating pulsing little heart on the tip of my tom boyish finger. i let my uncle keep it. he gave it to his father-in-law and said that HE caught it. my mom busted him at her 40th birthday party in the kitchen in front of everyone and made him confess to my aunt that the fish her dad ate was actually my fish. i was out smoking hash with the other teenagers at the time so i missed this confrontation unfortunately. i’ve never even talked about it to my uncle.
so tasty, light, healthy, and substantial. if a chef presents me a taste menu of their signature creations i just go to town on that but if i order my own stuff i’ll typically go with fish for my main to go lighter and to feel less guilt from the appetizers and the dessert, the wine. THE LIFE.
it was so damn good. so good it broke my heart not to eat it all. desserts, i’ve been pounding a few as of late, they are always delicious and good and i hate that i like them so much now. a few years ago i’d turn my nose at them without care.
and i have a weird mustache tan. mustache is such a disgusting word. it is unpleasantly spelled. muuuuuh. the muh sound is what repulses me and then seeing the u, it makes me imagine the smell of cigarette smoke. i prefer to spell mustache, moustache so it reads and sounds like moussaka. guys i have a lot of needs.
holy shit i must be reaaally listening now i’m doin’ a leaner. (i made up leaner last nite. i was gunned and leaned on a fence to steady myself from a sway and steph was like whatcha doin’? me: leaner. it’s when you’re ploughed in a bar and you need something to steady you to not look polluted like a bar chair or a ledge. get yerself a leaner there budday!) i look really sick (dirtbag) here IMO.
giving yourself two days in the city to get everything done before you piss off again is kind of the stupidest thing ever. also try doing that sick and hostessing your out of towner buddy. guess what happens you have a shot and a bit of weed and then nothing seems important anymore but then you have to get it all done anyway on the third day before you leave the city again, overwhelmed to the max feeling the deadline stress and mighty hung. that day would be today.
shannon was on the scene yesterday. definitely one of my new personal heroes that woman. not just because she gives me vip treatment, that’s awesome, but cos she’s so fiercely independent and successful and smart as shit. real. a real person. that’s her little black vest. vests are so nice they make you look like you made so much more effort. they’re like necklaces for arms.
i have all these great new products from redd now too by unite they’re exclusive and 100% green and perfect for platinum hair. i’ll make a raymi demo video using all the stuff. shannon said in my photos when i feel awkward you can tell and that i look way better when i just own it and vamp. it’s hot. confidence is hot. hotter. deal done did doing that from now on always.
these will have to wait for another day when i feel like going straight cos they’re synthetic and you can’t curl so we put purple extensions in this time, real hair ones. i have an entire drawer of hair extensions now. i just bought a curling iron from shoppers. the exact one i bought before that is likely somewhere in this house in my jumble of still haven’t unpacked yet stuff.
monroe’s tooth diamond she’s had for three years. she went to some convention and they had a booth called the tooth fairy. they clean your tooth and glue it on. ghetto fabulous.
i haven’t worked out since, thursday? maybe i should do some sit ups. meh we’ll see if i have any time. i am going to burlington later, family niiiite! then a memorial service for my grandfolks tomorrow early. then i go away to my writing retreat. i am feeling a little stressed right now to be honest and still totally sick i just can’t kick this thing and i’m doing absolutely nothing right to make it go away. i have to pack for like a week and i have to blog. yes. i have to blog. it’s hard to get in the headspace for blogging when you have to do it. i want to do it. it’s weird giving yourself deadlines. also no one really takes it seriously they think you can just do it whenever you want it’s not very important. like, if i don’t do it now then it will never get done. i’m also going through email (business) and planning future posts, trying to organize a schedule for rob to blog here while i’m gone. my brain is constantly going which is why i sound like mania when i speak. i guess i am a neurotic perfectionist about blogging and that’s why i’ve been able to do it for ten years. is this even perfect? fuck no. not the point.
for once in my life my face is darker than my makeup. don’t make fun of me. in my next foodie post you’ll see how ridiculous my face is, the tan poking through my makeup i put on in an attempt to tone it down.
nice blemishes. i don’t even care about unflattering pictures of myself anymore i just took a tour through my archives, some of my baddies of today are way better than what i thought were goodies of yesterday. i am open mouth breathing here, nose completely clogged.
what colour would you say my eyes are? woah check my tinted eyebrows. this is growing out from last time. when i put the purple toner conditioner on them i can make them brassier/lighter and they blend into my face more. i don’t like them too light. too dark though and i look like groucho marx thanks to the platinum.
i look like a dude stoner. this is the face dykes dig. i’m sorry but i know it. who was i talking to about my “game”? must have been rob. i was talking about how i sit in a room, at a bar, wherever, and i know i’m being watched or checked out by another table. say we’re all gonna be there awhile. things can get entertaining, well, they will be as i surround myself with colourful people, we make a scene, whatever. fuck should i tell my game secrets here? maybe another day in a dedicated post to the pursuit of pussy.
a girl tried this jacket on in front of me and i said yes yes get it and she goes i dunno i think it makes me look bigger. i was like no man if anything it makes you look smaller. she was stacked and bigger. so i tried it on in a medium. sold. oh i just remembered i got hit on by not one but two chicks last nite at the brazen head. tfc lesbos. hot too. one i was taking money out at the atm and it came out all sloppy then for some reason showed my balance on the screen i went all aaaaaaghhh and covered it up and she goes all sloppy drunk oooh i’m hovering over you and i chuckled while trying to back out of the balance limbo i seemed to have been in, feverishly pressing enter (to exit), seriously why would it advertise a balance when one is like no i don’t want a receipt (waste of paper, planet killers) which in atm lingo means print balance on the screen apparently. so she repeats the oooh i’m hovering all over you line again for some reason (wasted) but this time rubs her tits ALL OVER ME like my shoulders ass full on body rub up. did i hallucinate that? anyway i get out of the thing and she goes don’t worry i didn’t look and i say (upon turning up the raymi androgyny flirt charm) oh no problem it’s a big one anyway (referring to balance) and she gets this sobering look like, what a fucking stud. what can i say, i got game. tell ya about the other hit on afterward, i brought her back to the bar with me like a prize to rob just to give her my card in front of him and rub it in his face. she’s 21. touch down. swish! one more and it woulda been a hat trick. ok any more sports references? home run. strike. gayyyy.
bumped into an old friend waiting for the train. he had these man cupcakes. one made with guinness. cool but ew. hate stout. unless it’s that kind they used to have on tap at the queen’s head in oakvegas. starts with a J i can never remember the name and it’s similar to jamesons but probably not. i wanted one of these so badly.
one of these days i’m going to wrestle my brother so bad i make him cry. that is worth weight training for. i’ll have to attack him in his sleep though and then take off on my longboard bahahaha i am laughing out loud right now. he’d be like well played then lie in wait to get me some other time.
she wants the exact nella bella bag i have. not surprised. i love it and get stopped about it often. when my mom saw it and the other one she went oooh, that’s designer. some people just know their shit eh?
everyone’s eyeballs exploded when they saw my gift plus money. i don’t see her nearly as often as i’d like so i wanted to spoil her a bit and make up for it.
got her a poketo wallet i love those things. i have to get a more adult wallet though people aren’t taking me seriously anymore when i take mine out all mangled and juvenile stuffed with cash.
die-hard forever 21er. none of their clothes come in extra small sizes though. i guess that’s so little girls don’t dress like whores. managed to pick her out some wholesome duds when we went on sunday together. hailey is following in our footsteps and a major nirvana fan now so i found her a striped grunge cardigan.
i love canadian money. also who cares american comedians? get better material. i know! lets do ten minutes of stand-up about every single country’s currency what is this a geography lesson? how about how boring and uninspired and dirty looking yours is. there.
this (much appreciated) extra (so it was worth it) was so inflatedly-priced i am cringing right now. no more sprees for a month. they taste like icing too. no mint about it. lies.
shawn agreed it was time to start pestering her so i found this little jar of paper punch out confetti casie put in my birthday present. i was going to toss it at the back of her newspaper to scare her then i was like wtf i should just dust her in confetti. shawn didn’t know what i had in my hand or that i had poured the confetti into my hand all stealth-like so he just sees me casually wave my arm and confetti spray my mom probably one of the top ten hall of fame family funny moments, absolutely perfectly timed. he couldn’t breathe he was laughing so hard he’s like WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WHATTTTT??!? then cackled hysterically while my mom hams up innocent victim role for optimum attention.
extra funny cos my dad is ocd about cleaning. like, the guy has his cat shaved like a poodle so he doesn’t have to vaccuum the house (he said he’s not doing that anymore but i don’t believe it cos it’s not in writing) so picturing my dad sighing at this mess amped up the funny and guess what he didn’t even make a big deal about it.
cool kids. i had to fight to dress grunge (slob) when i was her age. now you can just walk into a store and parents are like do whatever i don’t care. kids these days have no idea how lucky they are yes i am a fogey now for saying that. tres depressing.
i could tell they were shocked by my allowing them to go photo wild with me and i even took part in it. i am making an effort to not be a gritch anymore.
i love dainty princess jewelry. i would wear ten swarovski crystal bracelets at the same time, only in baby pastels though. mom don’t forget to bring me that other one you have.
i want to dip a whole bunch of weird shaped foods into chocolate. maybe i’ll do that for my party? stuff that will actually taste good though. starfruit slices are a start.
gahahahah this photo is hysterical to me right now and i haven’t even gotten stoned yet. i can’t wait to hang out with skidfanie tomorrow and laugh for five hours at this picture. ready for a (pedantic)(i finally looked up what that word means and i don’t take it as insult anymore so meh) tour of LUXE Tanning Studio? we all know how tanorexic i am so finally a raymi review of something i do constantly anyway. now i just need to review a meth lab. ha ah ha. so totally kidding i’ve never tried meth nor do i plan on it. i’ll be reviewing that weed field on that island in the movie the beach next. here’s hoping.
this was my first time poking around liberty village on foot. gotta say, the yuppie fetish boner in me was kinda diggin’ the scene. i love old and rustic but i also love fresh and modern. i love it all. i am such a mess of desire.
so naturally, this swanky studio fits right in. i love see-thru furniture.
And fantastic lighting. Warning you now because one guy whined about looking at my blog at work, there is one photo of tits in this post.
that’s jess the owner there. she’s young(er than me) and a business owner. excuse me while i shoot myself. check my luggage i walked straight there from the train. i love having my own go station in my hood.
cozy. if you’re a design elitist nerd needing some uv this is your scene.
i am in the wrong fuckin’ business bro.
coolest bulbs. what are they called? old school in the new school.
THE cadillac of tanning beds. they all have different names but i refer to it as a super bed. you know, shorter duration, higher wattage, quicker tan. jess says it’s actually called HIGH PRESSURE and “More UVA, less likely to get red..more bronze!!! ideal pairing for double dip. That is all :)” i’ve never used a bed that isn’t a full dome before. it is so relaxing and comfortable cos there’s grooves that support pressure points of your body not like the older beds that are just flat.
decided to come back the following day (this morning) because i didn’t want to take my makeup off pre-spray tan. i went to the brazen head to get pissed with rob and catch up. we haven’t hung out in months. he’s going to guest blog for me while i’m gone. make a full on mockery of my blog, photos of his outfits and what he eats ahhaha, take complete control of everything. even go out on review missions. won’t that be a treat.
doesn’t that remind you of the deep relaxation spa from zoolander. i’m trying to type relaxtion phonetically how milla jovovich says it. cum deep deeeeep re-lack-say-shun.
i feel like if i had my own business it would just look like a garbage dump which is why i’m so impressed all the time by other people’s aesthetic. once i have my own space what the hell will i do with it? i feel like i am always waiting out on that. i talked to a guy at beerfest about letting me live for free in his brand new condo building and just pimp the hell out of the place on my blog (guy fucking email me already!) and deck it the hell out, product placement city. start filming a show there.
don’t even ask me what this means. it’s more for her to know how many minutes one should have. or the tone level of spray and when your last session was.
when we were talking i couldn’t stop looking at these so only took in about fifty per cent of what jess was telling me until i said sorry i have to take a picture of these like, right now. fruit fly attention span.
spray tan machine! intimidating. every spray tan demo you see on tv, footage of some retarded tv host or girl trying out for something (ew remember that pageant show on tlc?) in these booths they’re all clumsy and awkward well, that’s not acting. you feel like a complete tard ass and scared. hahaha aw. it’s just my nature to be neurotic and ask ten thousand questions. it’s the easiest thing though really no need to be scared.
you don’t have to worry about any of this. all you have to do is press the green button inside the unit and listen to instructions, performing four different standing positions and remembering to close your eyes (and mouth).
you do this one egyptian pose to get the parts beneath your arms. i almost fell over cos i had my eyes closed tight (you know and can anticipate the spray so it’s not necessary to have your eyes jammed) during the first standing position transition.
more invisible. i link modernist furniture to intelligence. people who own shit like this seem smarter. also you know it’s not cheap so it’s obviously a status thing too. sort of relevant, rob and i were talking about me and kerouac and he said that’s pedigree baby. i asked what he meant and said if i was a horse he’d buy me cos my grandfather’s cousin was jack kerouac, IF jack kerouac was a fast running horse (good metaphor?) i thought he meant nepotism but anyway, status, intelligence, pedigree, all lead to elitism. yes? can’t wait til i go back to my non-conformist phase it is sooo much more affordable.
i’m going to stop working out for a few weeks and see if i get tinier. backward right? it’s keeping me fat i just know it. it keeps me hungry that’s for sure. the muscle bulk of my thighs is pissing me off and making me feel bigger and my one fave pair of skinny jeans is impossible to hike up. i mean they fit and i wear them still but it’s like the incredible fucking hulk getting them on.
rob told me i’m an idiot to stop and that my ass is firmer. so what i’d rather go back to being a waif with less of a badonk. i’ll still go to do weights and abs shit but no more treadmill. ok i’m not actually going to stop working out i’m just going to stop running like a mental case and getting gymnast legs. barf.
ugh such a beast. i don’t really know anyone who doesn’t look disgusting from behind. yes dear i’ll have some more coffee, i look up and think holy shit i just slept with a warlock what the hell is that lurching away from me??
these are the only two i’m posting. i did all the various poses but i just looked too repulsive sorry. not paid enough for that embarrassment next time when i’m more fit maybe.
my floating americano from cloud 9 (?) i love that place. they have nutella cookies. i didn’t get one but yeah, please go try one and tell me if it’s worth it.
i looked like shit. i didn’t dress up cos i figured it would all just be photos of me in my underwear or naked plus no makeup. roots job tomorrow (i am obsessed).
jess should be her own model for a blog post like this her body is in far better shape but i guess that’s not the point. they want the raymi, i give the raymi. by the way that is the world’s tightest most unforgiving shirt so don’t judge me too harshly. i told my therapist today about my body issues/starvation diet and he was like, ok this is kinda worse than your drinking. i’ll save that headcase crap for another post.
what a wiener. i wonder if the white layout is to help customers see their tans at their best. always wear white after a day at the beach, or a fake n bake. everyone will look like pale sickly piles of puke beside you. white after labour day foreverrrrr. thanks again fabfind, beginnin’ to be besties we is. you can get a great deal via ff still for luxe, 50% off so $20 for a spray tan you have til 1am to purchase it online. otherwise you just show up and say raymi sent you, jess will give you 10% off and that’s for whenever no time limit. ok bye now time to stare at myself in the mirror for ten minutes xoxox.
