stairway from raymi lauren on Vimeo.
landing this one hurt, all my innards went up into my chest. it was the last jump shot. party’s over.
that’s my hat in the background up there, the plank launched it.
whoops.
i wonder what takes place here.
photos by px
started out slightly rocky, got back into it super easy. never again will i take such a long hiatus. i let my head get the better of me, nerves really, by the end i was givin’er strong, fully confident. any chick boarders out there, get at me. i miss oakvegas streets terribly. they’re just safer, less traffic, and smoother. i can’t let that hold me back though.
tomorrow’s going to be a sore one. fil took a lot of pictures of me jumping off a bench by the water. one bench i totally clowned it, a nut was missing from a bolt on one of the wooden slats and i launched my hat into the air once i ran and jumped off it, fil captured that moment. tod says i should sue the city haha. a guy totally saw it too but didn’t react at all, wtf it was beyond comical. then he took a picture of a seagull and left. cool story weirdo.
i almost wore a beret with this ensemble last nite, then i looked in the mirror. nice try fil.
barbie’s comrade is elated to be reunited with all her friends.
fil fought me every which way on this couch, fun! he finally agreed that yes it looks better (ya think!?). guys and change, man, brutal.
couch protest? yes i gave one of my kewpies away to steph. i just can’t help it.
that’s not even comfortable look, he’s holding himself up.
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oh and if yer supes easter bored you can look at my relic livejournal.
today i wore one of steph‘s teeny jackets for a laugh, she is very about the heart-piping on the back. this picture’s for her (and you).
you better not forget that!
this lamp makes me sigh my brains out.
ugh, so we meet again.
bye.
girls keep everything eh, so if you give us a “cheesy” three foot tall fake rose there’s a 99.9% chance it’ll be in the back of a closet in ten year’s time. (unless you fuck up then it’s tossed).
goodbye view.
four floors, eight stair/turns, simple. from the peanut gallery anyway.
moving chic, it’s all the rage.
nice.
w/o flash vision.
aw.
not aw.
home at last complete with hippie pillows.
thanks guys see ya tonite!
ok so remember i said i took this same picture four years ago?
nice canadian tuxedo much? back when i smoked too, gross check his hand.
worst hair ever.
hahaha pretty impossible to laptop from here so i’m back at the glass desk.
easily the ugliest mannequins in all of toronto (if you’ve got worse send ‘em on in) impossible to capture during the day i asked fil to cast a shadow for the sake of this picture. the ugly has purely got to do with their ashy tanned skin tone, and no i am not a racialist, these bitches are practically grey.
yeah how did that work out for you? anyone know what the hell this was all about before this business bit it?
stumbled upon a totes ridic (OMGLOLZROFL) store it was too slammed so i gave them my card and said i’d be back next week to take pictures of EVERYTHING. the young adult guy who working there was totally hyper, giggly, friendly, loved it.
yum!
how do you feel about these things? fil made mention of the wtf happens when it snows, who is going to want to press down on that lever? assuming you can still just shove your garbage/recycling through the slot and the barrier will slide down upon the force of it.
hmmm maybe it doesn’t. also like, what if you don’t have feet?
apparently this is the last operating p0rn theatre in the city. sexy.
whoever drew this should seriously consider having a show in a gallery on queen.
this dude was doing a perfectly good impression of a duck until we rolled on up he was profiled facing south all stoic.
then his much needier kin approaches demanding attention. fil didn’t realize it was a different cat and as i was snapping photos he was like OH GREAT now you have to pet it, why aren’t you petting it? PET IT! hey guy look at the porch, different cat entirely.
fil did him a solid and we parted ways, the cat took off to mooch some petting from a teenaged guy behind us who completely ignored it. aw. some people (psychopathic assholes) just do not get cats or animals, and i do not get YOU, cold hearted and bitter. enjoy!
hostess should go back to their pothead mascots. maybe kodak told them off? (i cannot find a picture of those fugly looking creatures)
fil’s buried bridge/wall. every time we walk past he re-tells its history zzzzzzz that park (christie pitts and bellwoods too) used to be a rivine/creek over the zzz years zzzz they turned it into a zzzz sewer and drained the creek zzzz for people to have a place to bring their dogs and hipsters to lie around on blankets.
THIS BOOK SUCKS.
YEAH LIGHT IT ON FIRE!
i don’t know either but i like it. a lot.
so cute.
somehow meaningful.
being hungover and living across the street from this house, bad combo.
home again with toilet paper on a blemish i picked at. we watched role models. 4.5 stars, well done, well done.
here is a flickr set of that 3 alarm fire aftermath on bloor yesterday and here is a set of some macaulay culkin in the good son looking kid throwing knives at a tree in the park. um, yeah.
we finally tried burrito fresh on bloor (across from the ROM pretty much, above that breakfast joint, same ownership i think)(that entire strip near avenue needs more restaurants) and loved it.
two brews and two massive chicken burritos for 26 bucks, before tipping, self serve too so you can eat and get the f outta there stat. for some reason sitting around after mexican is a bad idea, i need to run away and X-out the experience entirely lest my ass a’splode.
hey seth rogen i have a new movie plot for you: dude eats burrito, loves it, builds a time machine to go back in time and eat it again. right up our alley!
fil went on a hot sauce tour of the bottles on the table.
relax man.
my brother just called me (it’s his actual birthday today) cos he told his daughter (my niece, BINSK) that i (i know i said i would never talk about this again on my blog) met that dude from that movie based on that book that 9-40 year old chicks are insane for right now – her eyes bugged out of her head and she was silent for 45 seconds then demanded he call me. she was practically crying on the phone saying that’s so mean that’s so mean in the background (jealous) awww. i had to censor the story a bit (a lot) she said she is going to tell all of her friends at school now. my brother said ok use papa’s phone for that.
cid attacks me. fuh-kur.
cid thinks he’s better than me video feat. me. he yawns at the very end. thrilling.
cuckoobreath
man steph‘s couch better fit through the door or we’re fucked. now we just have the two leather chairs in the middle of this open space, officially that old couple with separate everythings cos we can’t stand each other haha.
i thought this thing was a shirt at first, it has some complicated back detail, getting it on takes more than a minute or two.
this is what’s goin’ on right now…goodbye couch. dave is on his way to pick’er up and the cover is drying in the sun on the balcony HURRY dry already.
cid is going to be crazy feral for the rest of the afternoon now.
how’s your bananas?
Foxfire at Wrongbar from raymi lauren on Vimeo.
foxfire get a thumbs up from me, they’re like 70’s cocaine circus rock. dag nasty.
i couldn’t even try half these bastards on properly as the security tag was attached to the top and bottoms so i had to get dressed all over again (one of ten million depressing/annoying things when it comes to bathing suit shopping) walk over to the lady who had asked me to hang everything up properly before bringing it back out again (duh)(which i did) then she wasn’t even there to give ‘tude to.
seriously how can that equal the following…
some complicated back strap ish.
i bought it.
dare i say looks better IRL? call me fat whatever i’m below 120lbs now and i’m 5’8 so figure it out. (preemptive snotty cos i know the nasty comments are on their way).
no matter how much of a skinny day you’re having you are still a cow in a bikini.
yesterday at my mom’s coug bar.
