Raymi I have been following you for a few years now, and I must say I can really feel the melancholy you are feeling in your posts. I am sure you made the right decision with Fil but I am not sure what your life has become now is the right direction either. It is like everyone of your posts is about drinking, getting wasted, and hanging out at bars. I realize you work at one, but I think maybe that is one of the problems! You are obviously very intelligent, insightful, and many other positive things and I think you really need to channel your energies in something else. You are forcing all your smiles, and fooling around, and really would rather be somewheres else. Please try to take your tremendous talents and put them to better use! I would love to see that as I am sure many of your followers would. Only because I care so much, even though I do not know you. Gma Liz.
this is super irritating. do i write to people and tell them how i would like them to live their lives? writing is cathartic don’t read into it so much and literally. my life is more than my blog, i censor it and keep a lot private so don’t worry and don’t get on my case for being emo holy shit, this is why i dont blog my feelings cos then 500 self-proclaimed therapists come a-knocking. im in my twenties and i live in a city. everyone drinks. everyone is sad. everyone goes out at nite. i choose to glamourize the bar scene because to me its dark side is appealing and beautiful. this is my kerouac flaw. if you want me to go back to being a housewife blogging about food all the time im sorry but that shit is over. i find your email to be selfish. i understand the concern but really, way to piss me off.
and it’s CENTS.
i love to be self-indulgent while alone and blast out infinite sadnesses. it doesn’t mean i am a cutter and it doesn’t mean i want to die. get over it i am not going to climb a mountain of success just to make YOU feel better. i’m fine under-achieving for now and being around people again, whether in bars or crack dens, i spent the last four months isolated in a stressful shitty private/public rebound relationship so who the fuck are you to tell me what to do next or which direction to go? you know which direction YOU can go? the fuck off my blog and stop emailing me, we aren’t friends. learn some boundaries.
people have delved into my life e-fucking-nough, fil’s also. we aren’t your little sims you can control or have some sort of influence on so get over yourself asshole.
WOW, did not expect such an angry response! I assure you that was not my intention! I apologize, I will remember to remember that you only put certain things out there and not to read so much into it. I certainly was not trying to be a therapist, I just want you to be happy. I apologize again…
thats ok. you maybe should have thought this through more before emailing it. i blogged it anyway to make an example of you cos i get this kind of shit all the time, dont take it personally. i certainly dont.
here is another example of, i don’t know what. many people i guess really want fil and i to be together again, our relationship gave you hope maybe?
nk: Where do you bartend?
me: The central
By the victory
nk: Cool beans.
Is it jazz-dominant in terms of music?
I remember it used to be.
PS – You are looking very good these days. You look happy, too.
Nice to see you buzzing around the city, out of the ‘burbs.
me: Oh thanks
nk: Had to take a bit of a break from reading you. I got emo after reading about your split.
But whatever. Just wanted to tell you you look cute.
me: Woah really
Emo over missing fil
We r friends again
nk: Emo over I don’t know.
But glad you’re friends.
me: Weird all the emotional reactions over us
So much projection
nk: I’ll be honest. I wasn’t that emotional. But the break was probably a good thing. Are you still in the annex?
nk: OK. Goodnight. Will drop by someday.
: )
xo
me: Sorry out when I shouldn’t be
i think it’s just painful to watch me right now in my alleged butterfly stage. naturally, fil was a mess after we split and i carried along seemingly fine, still showing a brave front cos i felt obligated to for this stupid mental illness blog. but now that i am coming undone and brave enough to show it, people can’t handle it. he was showing and sharing all of his pain while i kept mum as much as possible until i broke silence, then the globe article came out, then many other articles came out.
so basically, i cannot win here. ever. damned if i do, damned if i don’t. simply just damned. i get judged for any and every fucking thing i say, do, or wear, right down to my fingernails. i’m not saying it’s awful i’m just saying, holy shit, you guys are relentless.
Well thanks for putting my apology up there too! You really did blast me. And ofcourse it is cents not sense, I know better than that….guess I really was not thinking!
As I have three grown children of my own perhaps I was seeing it from my past experiences with them, two suffer from depression and one of them is still searching for his way in life. Again, I only want good things for you and meant well…
i think im doing pretty good with where i am presently and i am learning more and more about myself every day. you cannot learn under stagnant circumstances. i get enough unsolicited advice from my mother. i dont need it from strangers now too.
thanks, but no thanks.
UPDATE: ok sorry i am less angry now but fully embarrassed. don’t write to me when i am premenstrual, which is always. so basically, just don’t write to me haha.
this is how i found out my grandma died a few years ago. harsh, a little. i had left my phone at home this ONE nite, the only time ever. we went to see dave chappelle at massey hall and i assumed we’d get hassled over cameras and phones. stupid in hindsight like, i bet i was the only idiot who left their phone at home. after the show we went to the shoe for awhile. i got home to this before checking voicemail, didn’t have the heart to delete it. i have a little morbid to my spirit i suppose. for some reason this text comforted me. not knowing how to delete all texts to cleanse my inbox made it so i didn’t have to delete it. every so often i’d stare at it and show it to whoever i was with at the time. i gave this phone to melodie when my blackberry arrived and felt the need to take a picture of it before she deleted everything.
i like to think that while i was laughing at dave chappelle in the flesh, i dunno, my grandma woulda been down with that?
i was going to chuck this in a post with a whole bunch of typical crazy random pictures and captions but maybe it should stand alone.
i’ll scour my inbox for stupid messages i sent last nite while i barflied alone at mitzi’s. mel and lucas left earlier and allison bailed cos of the blizzard and shitty roads, they wanted to wait with me but i said no i wanted to be alone and felt content about it. there should be a bar show-up/drop-off service, it would help a lot of agoraphobic people out quite a bit. well i guess there is, it’s called roommates. the idea of walking into a place alone is frightening. i analyze my surroundings way too much and then i get mysterious in my head and think i should just go home and drunk write but no it’s better to be out amongst the living as i spend far too much time in non-reality as is, why rush home to write about the hour i was away from home?
i moved to the bar to get a better look at the band that was pretty good last nite and bumped into lindsey and her friends which was nice, we were both pretty laced. she invited me over to their (friend’s) place around the corner, it was fun. total characters. vodka was ordered. i didn’t drink much of it cos i didn’t need to. i hated myself for staying out so late but figured i need to do something aside from working and sleeping and blogging all the time. i was given a manicure, the shittiest goriest one ever, but kinda looked nice? one hand was camo easter egg spotted the other hand was a terrible french manicure by dom, who was competing with stuart. they both lost but i said they were both really good. any guy willing to hold my hand and paint my nails wins right?
took it off before i left.
lindsey went lady gaga on us. everyone busted out a nice little costume change, i liked these people. ian said he was the luckiest man alive when speaking about his girlfriend. they are going to panama soon.
urg lost some of this post cos we lost power. it’s back now so i won’t freeze to death.
Never read the book. Who is the chick interest again? I want to see it. I feel so removed from cinema and I hate that yet I’m happier in my life, somewhat having one, being less dependent on television meanwhile I am typing into a calculator phone in a bar surrounded by people.
hiding my face in my pint cos i couldn’t stop smirking from overhearing this cuckoo bananas reading going on at the table beside us. so much mumbo jumbo, loved the terminology. RIDE THE WAVE. CROSSING OVER. LIFE LINE. these chicks were so into it too. then they started talking about their blogs and then i diiied.
goan chicken curry. what does goan mean? oh i know here’s a quick joke. so this irish radio station (pretend i am typing in an irish accent here) is having a contest for who can come up with a word that’s a word yet not in the dictionary. some guy calls up and says the word GOAN. they’re like ok yes can you use it in a sentence? he says GO’AN FUCK YOURSELF! and hangs up hahaha. then the following week he calls back again, same contest, says his word is smee. they’re like good one now can you use it in a sentence? dude goes S’MEE AGAIN GO’AN FUCK YOURSELF!
AHHAHAHAHAHA ahhhhhhhhh.
mm i’d hammer this back pretty hard about now. it’s just ham though i don’t have any ham jokes sorry.
sorry artisan bread take a relax pill you’re making everybody look bad.
if this were a book cover, coffeehouse fags from the 90’s would beat off to it. oh my GOD have you read the velveteen couch yet? it is SO righteous!
sorry, can’t resist.
meet starstruck anna. she’s been reading my blog since she was 17 and came all the way from norway to gush all over me. she is now 22. crazy crazy. i love new friends.
i saw her from behind before she introduced herself to me and thought look at that chick in that shirt what a bitch hahahah oh man girls suck that’s exactly how it goes. i see great style and instantly think they are going to hate on me. ISSUES.
anna’s boss. rules. i was like sorry guy but you have THEE BEST hair i have seen all nite. he’s like i just got it cut. i’m all really? um, where? you look like a roadie. him: i used to be a roadie! me: so surprised! come back anytime you’re awesome.
another great band i forget the name of but should email me so i can get wasted at their bar. guitarist on the right ordered some fries and asked if they came with a dip i said yes, it’s called ketchup. the entire bar busts up laughing. i was super on last nite, until i cut my hand at least. i zinged him later on too he asked for some pabsts while i was not in the immediate vicinity more so thinking aloud so i serve them and he’s amazed by my pabst-appearing magic trick i just pointed to my ears and said you see these they can like, hear. cue laughter track. you can’t be a shithead to everybody but i knew i could be a shithead to him. then he started calling me ears hahaha.
teppei made some really good bacon tomato sauce. the pile of cheese he says is edmonton style. i thought it was just fat fuck style, which essentially is pretty universal.
party town crew made my nite and in turn i made theirs, they said the central is their new favourite bar. blue shirt (aka cowbell failure) paid my rent in tips what a gentlemanly scholar thanks magnus. trying so hard not to make a norwegian wood joke right now too late though i already said hard. i am going to wear bras every shift from here on in. cartoon character chest. i mean, i’m certain it was my personality what won him over. the girl and the guy are in that first band i can’t remember the name of i should have written it down. i never take notes, i always figure if it’s important enough it will come back to me in some shape or form. what an arrogant grandiose cosmic hippie approach eh, no wonder i am always behind.
anna’s bf in the old man hat. he was bemused by her lovin’ on me and kind of, confused?
no confusion here!
wish i could tell you what they are cheersing to hehehehahahahah. this wasn’t even near last call yet, two hours from it in fact. i kept them pacified right up to then. you’re on central time now.
killin’ me softly.
then look what we noticed! soul mates or, wait for it, SOLE MATES? my dad and i are telepathically high-fiving right now.
yesterday i decided i wanted the hairstyle of a jetson. i said oh no i raised my forehead, anna laughed at me, how can you raise your forehead? i meant eyebrows!
a little better.
having a visible tattoo is fun because people start lifting up their shirts. my favourite one anna’s boss had was of a teeny ferret with an angel halo and wings floating. he has a tattoo of all his pets. tuesday nite this dj kid alan showed me his massive chest tat of this thing it was pretty awesome.
see the ferret haha i love sense of humour tattoos despite this obviously not being at all intentionally funny. it is making me think of the cat came back song/cartoon (america you need to watch it, don’t hate me for when it gets jammed in your head forever though) when the cat finally dies and follows the guy up to heaven as an angel cat also roger rabbit when the bad guy weasels die they float up like angels holy crap i am five years old today one more baby reference and i am taking a nap with my binky. ps. how much did jessica rabbit’s body kind of make you a perverted deviant seeing that during your formative years? no, just me? shut up prudes!
how painful was that shit wow.
i’ve seen feet tats before and they’re so boggling and amazing. why not do the bottoms next hahah. re-reading this over i feel like typing teet fats. there TEET FATS.
ugh. i was wiping down a table by the stage and a glass shard stuck to some candle wax lodged in pretty deep and a huge flap of skin flip flapped i just stared at it in shock then it oozed blood. i pressed against it with my right thumb and raised my left in the air to slow the blood flow then one guy goes, carpal tunnel? i say not really then remove my thumb to reveal the gruesome RAIN OF BLOOD trickling down my wrist haha. it won’t require stitches so don’t worry dad.
hopefully not the only head you got last nite.
nice greasy teenager look right. i need way less harsh of a flash TOO MUCH INFORMATION IS GOING ON IN MY PICTURES. ooh nails are growing i might go for a manicure today. is it mean to go in with half sparkled polish on and make the girl take it off for me? it’s the hardest shit to get off ever. i should do it myself.
hello kitty band-aids can’t help me now.
DANCE TIME! had to do a write-up for this new website pool of all the businesses in the mirvish village. how the fuck do you convey this in a condensed about your establishment blurb?
how about I BET THIS DOESN’T HAPPEN AT THE VIC! (ps i heart the victory)
i chose the clarinet in elementary school (cos my brother did too, my parents didn’t want to buy another mouthpiece so i had to play that boring thing, fun eh? pfft) and used to serenade my brother and his girlfriend into the phone from upstairs or the kitchen phone (he on the basement extension) when he was hogging the thing all nite long. he’d lose it and chase me up the stairs. then ten minutes later i’d do it again. the best was when the reed wasn’t moist enough and it would do that high-pitch squeak that kills your brain.
HAHahaha what is this n’sync?
oh wait this is the cowbell song, what band are they spoofing, or what band are they? do i know anything? NO. more importantly, look how much i am getting stared at here.
sorry i blew this one xenia, next time next time!
COOL FACE!
day off time to clean my messy room.
for next halloween i am going as a wiener. my costume looks like this.
we were all beating the bar and doing the SNL sketch before i started filming and couldn’t breathe laughing then this happened taking it right over the edge.
oh liane. i was happy to see she was the leader of the party upstairs at work last nite. in case you forgot or are new here, liane and i met in england during our respective english exchange programs at the age of seventeen. she has grown into such a dreamy little adult but i can still see the non-adult in her, it’s so endearing.
so glad this came out blurry as that chick was too hot for words. i knew allison was coming in at some point but when i saw this chick i thought it was her and when allison came in she too was wounded by the beauty of this creature so i cut out early and we hid upstairs where there was less competition.
she brought her little sister katie who is painfully shy. quiet shy. then everyone talked about how shy she was and answered all her questions for her. aw. and by everyone i mean me but mostly allison. funny to see her in protective mode.
clam chowdaaaaaair special. i thought teppei said CLEM chowder ew!
erin’s amazing shoes.
boring picture much you guys? DO something next time if you’re going to mug with my camera. -headquarters.
talk about effort. i wish i made effort.
erin takes care of comedy nite and i have no idea how all these comedians lucked out with this little babe babysitting their asses. she’s a diamond in their scruff.
nails did!
i showed off my one figure skating jump and here i am landing it. fuck the olympics i got your olympics RIGHT HERE!
so ghey allison.
but you’re hot so it’s ok. i love that necklace. or that ten necklaces. also, calling all musicians who don’t deserve this poon-tang, allison is single. she requires a hot dirtbag to flirt with. get on this shit STAT before i do.
oh look it’s a comedian. this is dom. he is funny. two of his ex’s read my blog (hi tania!) he broke the bands vs comedians tension really well by making fun of skinny pants and getting one of the guys up to bu-dum-dum-ching the drums after each joke tanked. speaking of me and my blog, i’ve been meeting lots of people who read my blog lately, or know someone who does. it’s neat.
my face is so red. i tanned without makeup on. i look like a ginger who fell asleep wasted in mexico.
ben is schooling me on stand-up. i really want to do it. took some videos of him giving me lessons i’ll share later if i remember. it was his idea for the myspace picture not mine i’m way cooler than that.
ok lets pretend we’re having a great time aaaaaaand click.
katie you’re pretty and all but get the fuck out of my way.
haha i’m pushing her.
oh i’m sorry, whose blog is this again?
if you don’t have any friends you should try befriending comedians cos they never go away and need lots of attention so you instantly feel admired. ok maybe my stand-up will be about comedians? every single idea i came up with they shot down those assholes. everything’s been done before so i may as well not bother.
the tables are wonky, one reason why erin thinks she beat me at arm wrestling.
teppei is the man.
hopefully i have a tapeworm. i eat carbs like craaaazy now, remember how insanely no-carb strict i was? well now i can eat anything. it’s great. i still have a nagging voice in my head about starches though which i drown out with piles of bread and dips and pastas.
cool guys. who are you, me?
recanize.
blaaaah zzzzzzzzz.
little bit unimpressed by the cheese plate at czehoski. 12 bucks for this? even more dismal looking in real life. satiated no emotional eating requirements. the macaroni was pretty weak too. maybe it was a case of the mondays.
mer was my little dinner date. i like dating girls and paying for them. fuck men they can buy me dinner, i want to spoil my girls.
hipster guy bar line-up was pretty funny. and depressing. i love projecting shit on strangers. people do it to me all the time so it seems aptly fair.
so, raymitheminx, thank you for answering a few questions for us today:
– we know the story behind the minx, but could you tell us again?
one day i realized i was a minx and i wanted to live my life as such. i wanted to man eat. i wrote a story about a girl like this i called her raymi and i became her. i guess i’ve been acting my entire life because a lot of my happiness and self worth has been largely deriven from men and in order to get that you have to minx them. have i enjoyed any of them. no, not really. maybe some of the time. i know everything is doomed from the start but i plunge anyway. raymi the minx is a brutally painfully honest tortured bullshit artist, bullshitting herself most of all.
- how much of your blog is in character rather than lauren white?
it’s all entirely me, how ever i’m feeling at the time i write, how stoned or how hung or how miserable i am. i’m no schizophrenic. the only time i characterize myself is when i’m trying to protect myself from things like feelings and trying to appear stronger than i actually am.
- you share a lot about your personal relationships on your blog, so what kind of person attracts you?
devastating losers, messes, unattainables. i just have to know someone is thinking about me, obsessing even, i like intensity. anyone can be beautiful and cute, that part’s easy. i guess i require straight-laced berts to my ernie to tame the monster that i am. i don’t think that will happen again for a very long time though.
- you often blog about abusing substances and your desire not to drink to excess, for example. why?
i don’t abuse substances. i indulge in them from time to time and only weed which is the wimpiest of the lot but why do i talk about it? i dunno, i don’t feel the need to hide it, people can relate, it can be funny. we all have our sadness crutches. my shrink asked why i smoke weed, i said it helps me write and it makes alone time fun time. it puts the world away and i like that it’s sort of a fuck you to everybody in a sense. i could go on all night about it but really it doesn’t need to be romanticized. i can function on it but one day i’d like to be completely straight just to see if i can handle life that way. i did it once before and it was probably the most depressing time of my life.
- you’re related to jack kerouac. what would you tell him if he were alive today?
i picked up right where you left off.
i check in from time to time and, while we spent very little time together a long time ago, i know you’re a good person. i really like thinking i had a peek behind your curtain.
sitting in a hotel room in kansasfuckincity watching the comedy channel roast of william shatner, it just seemed the right time to send you a note – and because i can’t sleep. but andy dick jokes get old and farrah fawcett’s dead now.
you don’t have to respond, but i have to believe that getting past your fil isn’t easy. i confess i’m really surprised. and if you miss him, it looks like you aren’t missing a beat.
so hang in there because i still look forward to being a toothless drunk in a dive at 10am when i see you on the tv and no one believes we ever met.
you hang in there too, buddy.
sorry for the vulgar tits. honestly i’m completely fine with my nudity, after awhile you don’t even notice i’m shirtless. i do not take intentional tit shots, they’re just real life candids, in the middle of changing, getting ready to go out etc. i’m not excusing, justifying or defending why i post them any more. are they art, am i art, art art art who cares it’s just a body. these pants i’m wearing that look super baggy were the tightest pants ever alicia gave to me and i had bulging love handles when i wore them, i could only wear them on skinny days and even then i’d want to bury my torso in some gypsy billowy shirt but now they’re bags. sad face.
cannot wait for longboarding season. that’s one of my favourite things to say i can’t wait for and then i go like once or twice and then it starts snowing again. really it just means i can’t wait for warm weather to not take advantage of.
people think i don’t eat. not true. what’s more, i eat suburban styles (unhealthy).
meet my agent. not so secret anymore, despite blogging him when we first met. we have a plan now i just have to enact it. god it’s so hard being lazy and thinking you have all the time in the world.
pepto pills and notes. goin’ places, for real. hungover out of my mind. i could have gone skiing today with the work gang. regret saying no a little bit now but at 9am this morning, no fucking way guy. the last time i skiied was in grade nine and i am far more neurotic and clumsy since then. i’d rather not break my ankles today.
THE ABSOLUTE WORST SERVICE AND FOOD EVER brought to us by cornerstone. such a letdown. passing by that place it’s like nothing but cute guys, very promising, so i made a mental note to check it out someday and that i did. dude to chick ratio is pretty solid, other than that don’t go there hungry. that steak “pie” was really just a pile of slop with an oval-shaped bread hat, there was no pie to be found. period. and my curry looked like hey i didn’t know i was in a thai restaurant. tasted fine but minus zero points on presentation. red flag said i don’t know how they did it but they managed to make the fries completely flavourless.
stuff you can expect to see me in soon compliments of a super blog fan.
went for a tan at jasper studios and now i feel so good. never going back to my old joint, jasper is way cheaper.
type in my url it’s what my blog sounds like. TOTAL SHIT HAHAHAHAHHA. thanks lucas.
i’ve been receiving quite a few psychotic emails lately. here check this bullshit:
Hello!
My name is Daniel and
I am a fashion creator and i work for amarican apparel switzerland.
we opened 2 stores last year! I really dont know how is that whit these spandex dicco pants by you over there, but here in switzerland these pants are not famous! Thats the reason because i need you!
It would be not a problem, to fînd a model here but for only these one, two, pics we need, we really dont want to waist our time. we are salers no photographers So i have the exercise to find some girls, which want show us some pisc. We must search on the web, because here is nobody waer these pants. We want to improve the situation on the market, and thats difficult whit only 2 stores! Our sector is especially the DISCO PANTS! We want to bring these trend back in live!
And now that, what interest you:
why you? we have 2 things what we want to do whit your pics if we like them:
1. we manufactured posters of you and show these as advertisements.( one for example infront of each store).
2. we bring you into our fashionmagazine 2010 for our clients.
and another important: if we will choose you, you get a prize of 250 swiss francs!
At the moment we have 6 girls, wich send us some photos.
Deadline is the end of february!
-we choose 3 pics, in front, from back and from side (thats the stances).
-Its not important where do you make the pics, but you must be the only person on picture.
The pictures must be clear!!!
-If you decide to send us some pics of you, look that is the pant tight on you, and if you wear a shirt or a pullover look thats no longer until your hips!
( we must see the pant)
-and please dont forget: only black spandex disco pants
For last: dont think to much!
This organisation is only for us. Much more pics we have, much more we can choose and your chances are better.
You have only few pics on your blog, but these are not right for us!
Take a digital camera and lets make some pics of you.
Sorry for this long long mail but now you know more and all important things.
Hope you understand???
And I really want you for our publicity because you looks great!
Its dont a joke!!! please give me an anwser, ok?
And really, you have talent for this bussines, i see this.
hi Daniel I am very interested. I will get a pair of pants and take pictures with my friend as soon as possible. any other information i need to know? how should i pose? i need you to write to me from your AA email account as evidence that this isnt a hoax before i carry this out.
Hy there! Thanks for answer. Ok, its no especially to say about the stances. Take normal poses from all sides. Be creative and use your fantasy. Make positions in knees, or in sitting for example. Look thats really not a joke, i have some calificatet girls at the moment, and all the other girls they are not at first position go into our magazine! Thats a intern job in our store here in switzerland and i am normally have an other mail from work. Thats my private e- mail. I have the exersize from my boss to find people all over the world wich want help us with this publication. We importend very much of these spandex pants but nobody know for it. We have only 2 stores and we are especially look for this product! Now i hope you understand me? I would be glad if you can answer me. You look really perfect for us. Its really really difficult about this job and deadline is soon over. Im serious and if you really want work whit us i give you always informations
as soon as i can.. Regards daniel
email me from your american apparel account please then
I havent an aa account! And thats the problem! We have 2 stores, 12 salers, and i get this temporary work only for aa because this publication. Look if you dont trust me, than let it be. Its no problem for me, but you lost your chance. I waisting my time. I repeat my offer last time: would you do that or not? We have the same website like aa america and all others too! We are not the central station! I cant have an account! I work for various fashion centres only here in swiss and i us my PRIVATE mail. Also, do you want help me or not? I mean whats your problem to make some pictures? Is this difficult for you? Say me the reason.?
nothing personal to you at all i just dont know you right and if this is legit. i have friends who work for american apparel and they say this isnt how one would go about contacting a prospective model. also you would offer to send me the actual pants right? i am totally interested but if i am going to proceed i need a little more proof here is all.
Ok i understand. And are your friends really know all staff from all over the world which work for aa? I thought you own these pants allready? What do you want? I said in your blog you have some disco pants at home? Look i have no time to proofe all canditates my statemants, if you want do it, then do it, or let it. I promise i get information after we decide us for you. Bye
i do not own the pants already, what pictures of me are you referring to? i just need proof and this isnt unreasonable, if im going to book time with a photographer i dont want to get fucked over here, understand?
Ok i understand. If you dont own the pants i cant use you for that. I thought you have them and i belive you own these pants because you said in the first mail which poses do you need to make. Im sorry for waisting your time!
