this is what closing time is like.

last nite choclair came in, performed, and did shots with us. we were starstruck. i told him i met him a year ago then halfway through recounting the time that i did not actually meet him it dawned on me that it was kardinal offishall that i had met (i need to stop smoking weed)(like that’s happening) whoops so i allowed the loudness of the room to overtake my gaff, pushed another girl in my place and walked backwards into the kitchen to blush my balls off. when i met kardinal i thought i was meeting choclair and tagged him as such on fb. fuck. choclair was good about it though and played along HEY YOU REPLIED TO AN EMAIL OF MINE ONCE REMEMBER??? i get that all the time, i relate to you choclair! i cannot get redman or method man straight either. i like the short one better, i mean, i’d do him. i thought yesterday was the worst hangover of my life. wrong. today is. worth it though, we jammed at the bar til 5. so fun. dance party explosion all over and atop the bar. i’m so sore.

pretty sure the guy would fully remember this epic moment in time.

then i pulled my pants down and no one cared who met whom, where why or when.

phone numbers gathering contest i must win this so help me out guys.

aje-vasion!

the dudes are trying to give themselves handicaps. fuck that nice try.

the lucky ones get to stick around.

i got it in the hair only. learned my shot lesson friday nite by an awful anxiety attack at the end there, kinda had to slip out. when i left last nite west of bathurst passed avenue was cordoned off by firetrucks and cop cars, south and north, what was that all about? combing for someone?

gettin’ p0rnzy.

brunch today was a trip. i took off my sunglasses for two seconds and scared our waitress so i quickly put them back on.

look it’s the song!

shower time see you soon. join our FB page if i haven’t invited you yet.

is the beginning is the end. oh pumpkins, you were so goth before goth was goth.

for some reason this picture now humiliates me. feh.

it’s nice that you can sit beside others and talk with them but it kinda seems like they have no interest in talking with you haha. wary of the angmohs.

actually everyone seems supremely nice. great atmosphere. i could get a prickly cactus to warm up to me, by the by.

cool order thanks flickr!

after waiting in line so longish you don’t want your server to get away from you so you order frenzy as much as you can.

and then all is right in the world again.

sake shooters, three diff varieties of subtle sweet. i’d hit it again (and again).

blur crap pic quality next purchase will be a camera. and laptop. i’m willing to let you give me either for henry bloggins coverage. already have a BB on the way. nice nice.

bladder expansion.

HOT FACE

sashimi salad.

carpaccio.

comedian.

not a comedian.

do you think my face is blue steel skeletor enough yet ugh. please only look at me if you are wasted.

gunned through the looking glass stephanie arrives for a shooteroo. why am i talking like such an ignoramous right now? malnutrition is rotting my brain.

drew barrymore was v friendly.

manic coffee embodies every hip cultured cliche i love to both embrace, and ridicule. amazing espresso too.

now accepting spa recommendations i need a breather.

if i point out one more time how out of order (these pics are) and lazy i am i’m going to close this thing up. i’m going to wear those tights again to work tonite.

if only this could be cheesier.

it was dead. it felt right.

weeded through to some good ones.

i guess i should just email these?

sunshine hangovers are the only tolerable ones available.

popped in a salon for everyone to full body cringe at the state of my hair, no no i’m cool over here on the couch thanks for the coffee see you later as i slide a forced into my palm biz card into the back pocket of my jeans.

hello bizarre creature.

so docile and friendly. i want a dog to match my floor too.

somewhere out there’s a collage i need to see.

as in, right now.

some kind of plant flower i hopefully won’t murder.

the room keeps changing.

sanctuary.

crap corner where a clothing rack/storage unit to the stars will eventually situate.

i’m starving. someday soon i will have to investigate my new neighbourhood. mitzi’s sister only serves food til 4?

went to la hacienda last nite. not going back. pricey, uninspired. ate meal two at squirlys. man i have so many stories about that place. another time, another life. that was texted to me the other nite. uber emo. i used to eat by myself at squirlys a lot before my nite shift as an “online model” i’d sit there and radiate please come sit with me vibes and it never worked.

incidentally i am looking for a dinner date for the evening before work i am too lazy to call anyone so if you are reading this and starving get at me. you must have good table manners. blah called in early forget it they’re making me something special. come have a drink, wastoids.

can’t tell you how viciously enamored i was with this thing.

dreeeeeeeeamy. so xiaxue. sass and her roommate faith and i have half hour xiaxue discussion pow wows at least thrice weekly.

went to this new japanese place on church last nite called goo guu. apparently there is no literature about it available anywhere online. once the meeds get a hold of it you will not even be able to get in. it’s like a roadhouse tapas style set-up. brilliant. they all scream hello at you when you arrive and leave. so cute. so many sakes to try, and shooters.

pretentiously misleading-looking from the outside. far from it on the interior. in the interior?

kinda a write-off day so i’ll add more to this post as i get my shit in order. lots of emails to go through and things to catch up on. rearranged furniture in room with britt yesterday. got some under bed storage things. my clothes are just retarded, i have too much. i am getting rid of a ton of shit with no more sentimentality that’s it, this shirt i wear once every 3 years is fuckin’ outtie.

went to the spoke club after dinner and had a fun time bullshitting with the bartender, hi matt!

kind of a ridiculous outfit. i hate that that mini cardigan has a slightly xmas-thing to it. i love red, i love red dots, i love red dots on tiny black cardigans. i don’t like christmas in february though. also i need some suggestions for work appropriate feminine shoes that also mesh well with winter climate. flats?

the laziest way to get people to talk to you is by wearing a toasted marshmallow pomeranian on your head. these two (blasted)(respectfully so) chicks came by and one let me take 50 pictures of her in it if they email me they shall receive them. it was like the deaf leading the blind leading the fucking wasted trying to explain to her how to pose. pretty funny.

the national post just emailed me for an interview request, apparently i am a notable city celebrity. lately i’ve been meeting lots of new people, or they’ve been meeting me via others and when asked what it is that i do, blogging, they’re like no really, WHAT does she do? um, nothing? it’s not concrete. there are fifty possible responses. it’s a relief that i have a “real job” now which also makes the whole super fucking famous blogging title even less believable. i find it’s the mid-thirties + set crowd who don’t “get” “it” but why would they? this wasn’t exactly available to them when they were the age i am now.

i’m a loner, dottie, a rebel.

then when the words BOOK and WRITING A comes out that’s when ears turn off.

yeah rubens, things like beating off in porn theatres when you were my fucking childhood hero? i forgive you completely.

2010 Canadian Weblog Awards

Exclusive Nominee Interview with Lauren White of Raymi the Minx

here’s some choice quotes/highlights/lowlights:

when blogging received its first wave of media hype I was already a few years ahead of the tide, early-adoption combined with racy material = audience. I have managed to maintain this popularity for way too long now. I am a 26 year old compulsive blogger and you know everything there is to know about me.

If I tell you what I won’t write about, then that would be telling you what I won’t tell you.

ah man i have the worst blemish on my chin. moving zit.

woke up this morning afternoon to discover this classic beauty. hmm maybe i can drape myself all over it for some pictures sometime. score. but then…

WHAT THE FUCK.

just looking at them made me feel crazy by osmosis.

awesome.

melodie explained there’s a crackhead woman who is like their watcher. a man in the area tried to get rid of them but she lost it on him so he gave up.

half of them look to be pregs. meh, what can you do? BLOG ABOUT IT.

caught up on some glorious sleep. putting organization on hold for one more day. i had an armoire/desk that my dad fell in love with and wanted to keep. it wouldn’t fit in here anyway. i’m going to have to get some sort of wall mounted shelf storage i dunno whats. there’s a teeny closet in the office beside my room and various nooks and crannies throughout the house. today i’ll sort through some crap, jam as much as i can into my two dressers (the blue guy was here when i arrived i’ll likely paint it) then leave the rest til i acquire some bins. i guess those huge tupperware flat numbers will be pretty good for under the bed. we’re going to put the livingroom’s shag rug in here too so it’s 1979 again. the room is far bigger than how i’ve been photographing it.

very old school. the toilet is in its own room, they’re called water closets. the bath/sink is in a separate room beside it. guess i won’t be washing my hands much haha.

disarray. there is no fucking way i’m showing the pile of crap i have stacked immediately below the frame of this picture. the pillow in the foreground everyone seems to own is not mine.

melodie has placed many adorable adorables throughout, quite urbanely homely.

lots goin’ on. loving it.

i do not own one record. my eyes glaze over when britt talks about vinyl.

this mug made me feel very comforted. i looove the disney christmas carol (i also played scrooge in a play in grade 6) because i am a child.

i need to buy a scale. no one i know has one, all the places i’ve been couch surfing lately. i know i’m below 120 now, not my fault just a stress-effect. i might even be 115. i weighed myself at my dad’s with my shoes pants belt jacket on and i was 119 but his scale is ikea and those swedes like to fuck with us. in summation, WHO CARES.

cat watch out! you guys are so gay.

i would really love to know which bag contains my toiletries.

some work to be done in five hundred window velvet curtain blinds land but first we must weatherproof.

expect more late nite postings. i seriously feel 19 again. sometimes lucas wouldn’t even know i was home i’d sit hunched over my antique school desk for hours quietly combing the internet and crazily blogging then off to work i’d go at 9 or so. i blogged so much cos we didn’t have a tv. well we did but we didn’t bother with it. i am too lazy and most often too anti-social to bother walking to the other side of the apartment so this will be good for book headway. or stupid posts about shitty things i used to do/intend to do more of. basically if there’s a post it means i’m at home not getting laid.

LOST STARTS TOMORROW WHO’S FLOORED!?

why one would want to do this on a regular basis is beyond me.

i’m really into that one arm in the air thing eh. jeez.

this part was a little nerve-racking.

to celebrate my move lets watch this together.

so touching.