merkley, everyone who visits raymiland loves your book.
lamb poutine at mitzi’s sister. shall be haunting that scene quite a bit. our waiter was pretty great. i had to pay debit and was waterfall sorrying about it (we hate debit at our work i don’t know why exactly though) and he’s like it’s ok not a problem then i said i’m a chronic apologizer he said to try not apologizing for a day. i wonder why i do that. insecurity probably. definitely.
i have missed my friends dearly.
roots appointment for the weekend awwright.
flattering moments in time.
meet melodie. more importantly, meet melodie’s amazing shirt.
box of (johnny) cash nite and we all fell in love. drummer plays on a massive box. there is no actual box of money, slightly misleading. i stared holes through the singer’s head and pretended i was him in mine.
lucas makes encouraging little yip yip noises when he’s enjoying the music he hears.
the chick at poor john’s asked if melodie and i were sisters. do you see it?
yesterday i was a greasy mess instead of just a mess. i’m writing a guide to being a dirtbag princess. basically, shower never. melodie looks super fierce. she used to model. i asked her for some posing tips and she said that she was just about to ask me the same thing.
dropped in on narwhal to try and bump into kristin. it’s always so awkward inquiring about her or steve to their employees. hi is kristin here? no? uh ok um, cool. socially awkwardly insane.
gorgeous day for a stroll ‘cross the city. a little too keener on the no-toque wearing though (have a massive ear/headache now). it didn’t mesh with my bun head. or my pink heart glasses. last nite fluorescent orange seemed like a good idea.
lured into a shoe store by its 50% off sign. i need work shoes. they didn’t have my size in these. SIGHZE.
a friendship was made only to be hastily severed. i got some mocassins. size 9. i’m a size 8. bought insoles. final sale. i have regrets a little. the shoes match my purse way too much plus every single chick in the city owns them already.
so pretentious i love it.
knees are killing from slamming the pavement. went to the pharmacy to exchange some way too orange makeup and i forgot my shoes on the counter, had to go back. then some guy on my street tried to pick me up. he was a little too sketchy for my liking. asked if i was named brinn. um nice made up name. he lives a few houses up can’t wait to not run into him again soon.
photo shoot afternoon with britt today for her class.
boner-inducing jeans.
hello old friend.
britt’s pics are loads better can’t wait to see them all.
time for a new camera. ooh ooh blackberry arrived today but i wasn’t home to collect it so tomorrow i’ll pick it up from the post office. got hooked up with a sick plan. thanks internet!
more emo than emo.
that chair painting goes to leslie sometime next decade.
britt you are going to get an A plus plus plus thanks to these big boys.
hope your teacher’s a perv.
i’m goin’ through summer with long ass ratty hippie hair then i’m cutting it into a pixie bob provided i don’t get fats.
ugh. my life is a shambles. please come clean my room for me i love you.
raymi
raymi the minx
raymitheminx
raymitheminx.com
rug munching
raymi twitter
tiger balsem in your anus
man when you speak angels sing above
girls photos without dressing a browse and not hiding there bizo free
afgani fucking girls in the amrica
Bigvagina
yogurt lesbians
big tits
i wish i could write here without having to get head trippy over it and i wish i could do this without ever having to worry about how it would be perceived. i have moments of totally freeing type until i can’t breathe benders when i realize i have been holding my breath for too long or that i’ve forgotten to blink LIKE JULIET for entire minutes. i just want to be brash and i want to be crass, and vulgar. i feel like everyone’s mind is made up about me enough as is so no matter how dainty i may flukishly come across, it’s still vulgar. see? head trip. basically i should stop thinking about it and just do it.
like sex, can i start talking about that again yet? i learned yesterday that i cannot do that without it adding unnecessary stress to my life. i can’t mislead or make half jokes about anything. what i bring here is taken at face value for what it is, it’s lost on some people that there might be a little more going on. melodie said that i at least get a chance to control how i am perceived and she’s right. non-bloggers do not, their reputations are controlled by the people in the circles by which they run. i hadn’t considered that before.
point being, my ex doesn’t read my blog for a reason so maybe you should respect that and not go running your mouth. did that not occur to you or has there not been enough pain for your entertainment yet? i am not censoring my life any more for fear every single thing i do is going directly back to him. recognize that people operate differently than how you might handle a breakup, being friends/friendly, fucking, or not. it’s not up to you and last i checked we were never dating you.
i guess it boils down to what am i willing to sacrifice for the integrity of my blog?
do i go underground and shut my mouth? or continue exploiting this dog and pony show?
god i should be napping right now i’m in a state of so tired my eyes feel like punches.
a specialized kind of hot only girls understand but are still a bit disgusted by. boner killer pants for dudes. hey look how flat and wide my ass is guys!
that’s it, tan time.
can’t wear big shades with an old man hat. you can’t have both worlds.
mel in my grandma’s jacket. we tackled a lot of organizing last nite over wine and thai food and i finally did some laundry. it’s in a massive pile on the floor maybe i’ll put screens all around it or just move away from it. yeah. i’m falling asleep as i type this cos we stayed up late gabbin’ and watching mean girls. i’d be sleeping right now but had to get up for the post interview and played like i’d been up hours, total go-getter over here for sure.
think i’m goin’ lighter. swede lighter. think i’d have to tint my eyebrows though, can they just sprinkle a little bit of blond on there instead of albino wash out? i am wary of eyebrow roots too which i know is real. how brutally hilarious hahahaha oh my god everything is funny right now time to go back to bed.
yesterday was eating day. felt hung, wasn’t, just lack of sleep hung which should be its own blog theme and will be sorry for the dead horse beating but anyway as long as i keep consuming, the waves of shit feeling can be combated.
LOST nite!
did anyone notice i’m doing juliet face in my profile pic up there in the sidebar? holy lazy it’s soo obvious, jeez.
all juliet ever does is long pregnant pauses while pursing her lips and blinks like once an hour. once per episode. one blink. with her stupid fucking head cocked to the side all pious-like, she’s so hot it grosses me out. why do you have to have such big stupid eyes like that and be uniquely beautiful and smart? brosz7kowski has a big one for her and he hasn’t even made a point to see her tits in gia yet HELLO get on that. oh awesome, some pervert went ahead and did the work for me already, enjoy.
how to get free whiskey: pretend to be a whiskey identifying big shot. once you’re buzzed you can’t really distinguish shit, well i thought i could but second-guessed plenty, went against my instincts. also it’s been awhile since i’ve hit the irish apple juice.
prawn blt and pig ear salad.
i like the eyeballs in the bar.
this is a dance move. you flap at your face really fast while jumping on the spot to the beat of the music. i am cool.
looking back on my photos from the other nite made me realize that we were hanging with children and i suddenly feel very old. total baby face over there on the left jesus.
sorry!
the blow job face is spreading throughout the staff.
needs more asian.
perfect. clem thinks i got swindled in buying a bath chain necklace but teppei knows it’s legit vintage as it has weight, old school jewelry is heavy. new cheap shit is light.
this is how i will win the phone number contest.
the rest of my photos are just variations of all the same crap go into my flickr if you’re feeling bored and nosy like i know you are.
god i’m pissed today. i love how people love to meddle in shit that has absolutely fuck all to do with them. please get your own lives, thank you.
i am wearing the most amazing pants right now courtesy of melodie. major highwaisters, v hippie and i was just admiring the bartender’s highwaisted pants at squirlys and thought fuck, i need to wear pants like that behind the bar like yesterday and blammo, here i am. not exactly sitting and eating jeans but whatever, nothin’ wrong with unbuttoning these suckers for some gunt room hidden under the covers right now.
just spent a relaxing time at poor john’s with mel, such a good spot. i am really diggin’ on this neighbourhood and can’t wait for bicycle season. bring it.
that h&m bag was not mine. that chamomile tea is probably the gayest thing i have ever ordered. my late nite dinner companion profusely agreed. i ordered a glass of merlot to balance it out. actually merlot is pretty gay too.
i don’t know why we stash the crown in the back and not up on the shelf. something about the bottle being squat, appealing to sticky fingers maybe? likely. welcome to the blog of no answers.
leopard print seems not too hard to replicate a paint job of.
i reached my disgusting unhealthy goal.
too light for 5’8. i’m even less now.
some people never got around to seeing this. also, the online article is buried from non-subscribers (including me).
ikea you owe me big time. LOL @ ballistic.
someone (read: person i am banging) recently pointed out my laptop stickers and asked if i was seven. look, i use these things until they self-destruct so it doesn’t matter how much garbage i affix to ‘em.
this room is a retarded colour explosion.
haven’t seen the cats in a while (cos i sleep through their daytime wanderings or i’m never here) but their little footprints are all over the place. makes me laugh.
give the people what they want.
that’s it i need a new camera or someone to learn how to operate it.
sean pinchin was starstruck by me! well, no, yes, whatever. go check him out west he’s touring and an amazing musician. teppei was blowing his load over his slide fret whatever that shit is called.
i love having fresh meals readily available to me at the snap of my fingers. have to be careful not to eat out of boredom idle time. not that it matters as metabolism is currently at all time high.
see? sliding. slap? STUPID ME I AM.
congratulations you might die soon! and then they were like lets set a new goal haha.
wicked.
saturday ikea hangover bad scene.
bought a rug. i swear it was orange!
wardrobe! 99 bucks! fil put it together for me thanks guy. i forgot to grab coasters from work to level it out (uneven floorboards). so now i have multiple places to stash my clothes and yet everything is still in bags and piles. haven’t had time or motivation.
off to work.
loner stand-up dinner.
haiti hip hop fundraiser and i think that’s adgirl, she said my blog was hype. found me through casie. sorry this thing is turning into the oh look it’s someone who knows my blog, blog. (not sorry).
choclair!
i’m training this crew to be regulars. they stayed til the bitter end friday nite while we were shit show dance closing up, recognized them last nite and got ‘em waaasted. clem don’t forget the hendrick’s.
and so it begins…
i’ve been pulling out the lamest outfits lately, any clean thing i can find that sort of matches no matter how out of style, on it goes. i have to wrap this up and finish part two tomorrow as i have to come up with some other stupid look for tonite. the national post calls tomorrow at 11. less snark, more smart.
