it’s funny feeling like a cartoon character. to see yourself evolve the way others are wrongly interpreting it. i certainly don’t feel like i am blowing up. i just so totally have my OWN shit going on right now therefore lumping me in with others who also have their own stuff, pisses me off. i certainly personify the one man wolf pack bit, but i also definitely see the advantage of not alienating one’s self. if you act like king shit people will only remember the shit part. you aren’t above anything, don’t try for a second to come across as if you are. you don’t have the balls to come over and say hello to people you know, who wouldn’t dream of the snub-or-be-snubbed dead horse you so boringly beat. quite rich pretending to give a shit about some notorious mean woman yet spent the entire time tweeting like a hero about chicks not wearing black.
i do not give a FUCK about social media. i have friends who do. my friends are connected. i am connected. i am a name. invite me to your thing if i like it i’ll go. oh dress me? lovely sure total blogortunity i’ll capitalize on that one sure and last i checked i wasn’t allergic to fun. i scratch their back, they scratch mine.
this is so boring and doesn’t even deserve airspace. it’s a lot easier pretending to be friends cos the gossip-mongering and catty, petty, behind-the-scenes bullshit is seriously exhausting. we all float in the same-ish circles, we all cruise each other’s blogs, it’s really a downer seeing your fucking faces around town with your scowls and BB quick-draw firing, so lame. if you’re so above it why are you writing about it? why do prom dresses you weren’t included in wearing make you so irritable? oh gross look at us, so lame, having fun, drinking during the day WEARING THAT.
why can’t i go to an event then go home case closed? thanks twitter you fucking retard hahaha.
if everyone’s such a fashion renegade risk taking stud why they gotta show their true hypocritical colours like that? your lives are devoted to fashion, then “a happening” happens and you get all stuck-up about it. hilarious. you should try stand-up.
here’s another WOAH NOW! for you. i don’t even identify myself as a blogger (i consider myself an unemployed rock ‘n roller actually). i am a diarist. a compulsive documenter. i’m a lifer. this is my life, i’m showing it. what’s the big deal all the time??
they wanted a stir, they got a stir and guess who helped? YOU did. so really, thanks for helping get the job done.
goodnite! boring!
ps. i felt like i blogged too much today and about nothing important but then i thought who cares, really, it’s freeing when you honest to goodness stop caring and start living for yourself. enjoying what you enjoy, enjoying it while enjoying it. it’s indulgent (the good kind) and i don’t know why everyone else isn’t doing it already. i feel like i’ve been asleep a really fucking long time and now i’m making up for it.
i am no longer waiting for life to happen to me. to be happy. whenever that happens. i make my life happen. waiting for something to go right to feel right. fuck that, it’s here and now. stop being so bitter in the face and trying so hard to achieve and get ahead. just let the cards fall where they may. if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. just do something else. this is my personal approach for “making it” right now. no approach. just showing up should be good enough.
new found respect, duffy. finally evidence of some hard in you.
i’ll do a proper post later. being super rude to spliffanie right now we’re in a weed vortex. and i’m sick. i’ll link to everyone tomorrow and full review of the event as well though later on i’ll probably be goin’ eeeeemo ’round here. me time. me and you time.
haha earlier i actually referred to the central as the blog bar. ugh whoops.
so excited for our matching irish milkmaid costumes i have them all hanging up now de-wrinkling.
ugh try having an anxiety attack looking like this meanwhile traffic stops, everyone is staring and you just march your emerald city cupcake ass right on by. gawk away shitheads. we all got dressed by peach berserk (thank you thank you!)(and massive thanks to casie for setting that all up) for the kelly cutrone mtv thinger. have much more to say once i find the time to finally say it. steph is on her way over PUMPED. i have to prepare my talk for thursday get tickets guys it’s going to be a blast. we all take issue with the whole “blog stars” name but fuck it, we’ll explain later. babies. by last minute we may comp some tickets for haters only. but we know you wouldn’t show so, your loss. to other bloggers, please write and tell me why you should get a free ticket, aside from being cheap of course. tomorrow is st. pat’s, i have a radio interview in the afternoon tomorrow before work then thursday hair appointment (that i’ll hopefully not be hung in the salon chair for, this will be my only moment to organize my talk oh god) prior to event. by friday i am going to look like courtney love. i already sound like her because guess what at some point yesterday my throat swelled right up and filled with phlegm! COOL now i’m sick. cannot afford to be sick right now. i’m going to chug echinacea like semen right now.
sorry for actually choking you here, i’m too literal. DM me!
alright time to go be somebody today. may get a scooter ride too. Designer Swimwear
irish milkmaid. yeah sure why not. halloween comes twice a year for me. actually maybe 365 days a year. i told the other girls i’m wearing this shit, and obviously i’ll be pulling in all the attention, so do you want in on that? yes and yes, picked up two others. looking forward to experiencing st. pat’s not shit tanked for once. i love spectating bar lushes.
and then of course had to pick up something for the moment. for tonite. also picked up a faaaabulous dress for tomorrow’s event. can’t spill the beans on it just yet. all the other girls have been sitting on it too, not fair if i go ahead and go BLAHHHH GUESS WHAT!!! razored some more bang length off, i think breanna is pissed at me haha. they were in my eyes too much, if you go thru my archives you’ll see my love hate affair with bangs spanning back to birth. anyway, i do give her mad credit for cutting them to begin with this time around and then beyonce pushed me right over the edge.
bailed so many times at work last nite. had the dropsies bad. period dropsies. the most hilarious wipe out was when my pointy flat hooked into one of the holes of the rubber kitchen mats, launching me into the air with a bucket of ice in my hands and hundreds of ice chips flew beautifully out into the bar, scattering across the floor and me in my pile of self on the floor by the booze cupboard nook. it was loud. it was hilarious. it was humiliating. i just laid there for a few seconds shuddering in giggles and near tears. teppei helped me up. abigail and matty both cried in unison I FUCKING MISSED THAT? got up brushed myself off and beat it right back down the stairs to change into my non-pointy flats. i looked like this:
The Central band, we are: FIGHTING WHEN THE BATTLE’S OVER. (RAHH DEATH METAL!!!!1) raymi lauren white, vocals; Teppei, Drums; ipod, ipod. see us whenever we’re scheduled just before last call. or whenever you know, no bigs. it’s essentially us just wasted jamming. with hot chicks dancing all around us. though teppei DID win a juno so at least one of us has actual skill. me, i’m the talent. ooh taliente! it gets better about halfway in, right when you’re about to give up, that’s when you should keep going. do it!
bought a nice shade of purple yesterday. nails no longer look like i crawled my way out from under a juvenile detention center’s courtyard.
welcome to my hangover’s hangover and as i type this lovingly to you, i am totally in the middle of one. had to take a gravol when i got up and a chill pill. but good news i’m skinnier this morning all the bloat went away. that dandelion tea worked like a charm. diuretic. i also pounded tons of green tea at work too. laundry mountain behind me is in the washer right now. first time in my adult life in a long time i have required a two-load, two-round, two times longer laundering. fuck. swapping start times with kamila tonite so i can go in two hours later. went in an hour earlier yesterday so why not. got cut early and dance party two thousand ten took form as per usual. i really want the lady gaga telephone song (beyonce’s bangs in it are going to influence me in a bad way pretty soon i know it) d/l’d by tonite’s post show give all. raymi’s gonna crank it down to a 4 though, and i mean it this time. my poor liver. i really hate that i am drinking again so much. i’m closing the window on that one for awhile. i’m just exhaling information right now not as to soundboard give me back some feedback trust me i’ve had enough. just a hey nice shirt cool photo, funny anecdote you did there please otherwise i’m turning off comments for awhile. i don’t even care about the negative ones anymore i’m just overwhelmed by the sheer volume and the majority of them two-centsing me up the anoos. you’re all my moms right now. i have my own in a time out in fact, most successful one yet actually. don’t make me break up with you too.
would you watch a raymi reality show?
there’s a cool funny guy by the name of rollie staying here. he’s cadence weapon. we’re both out big dealing each other in the living room. well not really he read the post thing on me as it was lying around. then he was like THAT’S you? then he’s hanging with @unbrelievable and they realise they both know me and he’s like does every girl in toronto have a popular blog? hah. he’s from montreal. he’s hung from cmw right now. lucas came in late too. buncha sluggish retards. i stayed up even later on my laptop thinking i’d blog or something then had some pot to come down from bar high and was like, uhm, smart much. can barely function today. though i feel like i am coming out of it. at least i’m washing my clothes. discovered one more bag of stuff on my way out last nite allllright.
whimsical hangover.
melodie’s adorable company stamp.
did you realise this blog was authored by a precocious 12 year old?
it was a nineties kind of afternoon. we even snuck in a hack circle or two.
join our commune.
a concept.
green teaing out my bloat.
haha just now rollie was like can i have some tea i’m sure you have lots of tea, this is the place for tea. i was like my only wish is that there was MORE tea. the funny (not) thing is melodie is actually doing a tea demo today and getting paid mad duckets for it. so proud of her. she is going to bring me back to health.
waiting for my chinese food. feelin’ hot.
I KNOW LETS START A POINTLESS HOOD BATTLE THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT! might be slightly biased (bitter) as i reside so west i may as well live at the cheese boutique.
look me and my eye puff public moment in time from a whole nutha perspective!
these were great til someone spilled red wine all over one. i bet it’ll come out though. another necklace (sailor) bit the dust. no more jewelry while dancing or passing off to someone more wasted than you are.
if i don’t wear undies with this body suit then it’s basically like wearing nothing. TMI for people who don’t deserve it. just picture me going to the bathroom 30 times in this apparatus. fucking awful.
a few maje great bands last nite (one from utah, forest hills trees?) and some other i forget. vids to come. we have free wifi at central. you’re welcome. check the painting-to-be collaborative work in progress above that guy’s head. it’s pretty filthy. a close-up to come shortly.
so 80’s stripper. my favourite. i felt the splash of easter purple against my red skirt would look good. do you homos ever want to hear what i have to say about colours? remind me if so.
should i go mac? what mac? LOOK AT ME ASSHOLES.
if gaga can do it (be a complete freak) fuck it. not like i haven’t been exhibitionisting the hell out myself since i was 19. after talking about colours, we can talk about age, namely, ageists. all the flack madonna gets for showing off her body and grandma remarks, err, does ANYONE look that good right now? no. she works herself to the bone. if you look good, no matter your age. SHOW IT.
calling rose right now (roots).
slightly retarded looking here. slightly, works?
don’t start drinking wine go for a tan then sit at the bar with a sharpie and a canvas while you wait for your dinner date to arrive. the fish and the penis are not of my doing. that rat guy is SO STRESSED OUT.
new camera on the way, holdin’ on for dear life. maybe i’ll start hanging with those who don’t have the shakes.
sometimes clothed can be more, raunchy? liz posted some exercise yoga leotard stretch photos not too long ago and i thought fuck, good for her. she has been working hard on her body for awhile like me which i appreciate, so why not show it off. why do we hide ourselves? not for it. i’m stretching and that’s good for you, and your soul and i just happen to look, well, good for it. right now i am owning it, trying to, it’s hard combating self consciousness enough as is, throw some body on that fire like gasoline and just ride it out. you’re never going to look as good as you do right now, again. unless right now you look like shit, then of course you will look better. but you know what i mean.
people (women) are shitty to me (IRL) AND on the internet. fact. there is nothing i can do about that, the nicer i am, the meaner they get. may as well give them a concrete reason for it.
so many load-ins last nite. calm before the storm. overheard someone say via someone that there is something different about the central. to which the other person said yeah, it’s busy. HAHaha.
almost got aaron to juggle shot glasses.
brought in a stack of these. asked a friend to choose one special girl to go up on this wall. coincidentally chose my birth date. or was that on purpose? they were on their way to being pisstanked so maybe it was actually a fluke. i don’t think they’re that intuitive. everyone poses with that bush card heheh.
speaking of bush, there’s a lesbo nite in the works. yours truly will be bartending it in a bra. also, if you were of the muff diving caliber, the big C seems to be mecca for it. just a little bonus there. we’ve a couple girl/girl chicks on the scene at all times.
staff food mountain. i just picked the chicken out. all my carbs bragging burnt me in the fat ass this week. well so did my period but still, taking no chances this time around.
wiener check one. check.
wiener check two. check, check.
didja know we also have a megan fox on staff. look out.
that utah band forest and trees and hills and mountains and dirt and organic shampoo and natural fibers and no phosphates band sorry i left your flier at work ill try the ole mighty google now. they were my favourite, also did a beatles cover and something else i forget. it’s not that i’m an ignoramus which trust me, i know i am, but it is also hard to pay full attention to shit while working. oh fuck i’m referring to the wrong band the mountains and the trees i’ve typed too much here no point in deleting.
so good.
so photogenic.
nice necklace.
costume change, this is what i look like after a couple hours dancing my balls off. meet cheffy.
sure he’ll dig the gut shot.
on my way out discovery. it’s all in the wash now.
