yes i pointed out how not warm enough it is for flats sans socks (kind of on a hypocritical streak lately yeah) but to defend my judgment we got a ride down to college and only walked a block. still i feel like i’m getting sick. i also only wore this sweater on sunday and my friday outfit standing in line for bloc party was not exactly seasonably-succinct either. (who says succinct what a pretentious cock eh?)
monday is burger nite, i went with the burro favorito and diarrhea? i gave the beans to allison. no matter i had wicked indigestion after this feast.
ahh man.
uhm Señorita can i have a new plate? someone seems to have defecated on mine.
then to the cloak.
love these jeans and red old lady cardi. thanks nat for the deal.
dog party.
it was that time of day a good half hour before dark where the inside of the pub was so so dark and these two black dogs running around you can’t even see ‘em on the black floor.
charlie the puppy.
the bigger one is doug, he’s ian’s dog and yesterday was his birthday. dog birthday shots for all. well not really, only for fil (2 tequilas he came home ripped to me and allison crying on the couch watching in her shoes ha i know if you ever want to have your period with me i’m fine with that)(allison is also moving away, that’s THREE friends i’m losing).
that’d be ian.
one of my shoes flew off a bunch every time the stampede went by.
i’m cool i swear.
doug has the most powerful tail i think i have whip marks on my legs.
seriously can’t see a thing in here so funny.
me and my indigestion.
i’m dreaming of my hot water bottle, couldn’t finish that brew.
oh nice a pervert works here.
post-crying.
“oh there’s something in my eye.”
“my eyes are sweating.”
“someone must be a cutting an onion somewhere.”
“i fell in a river.”
“it’s raining on my face.”
etc.
it took forever to get this movie going, sass dropped in to pick up the dresses, then the movie kept skipping and i had to run the disc under the tap with soap ugh.
so can you guess which one i’m goin’ with? my little gaybe (trademarked sass word) buddy stanley is the pr/stylist for zoran dobric‘s show, he said he wanted to create a moment (it’s exactly sentences like that make me wish i were a ‘mo. i mean, i tried to say i like to create atmosphere once and i have never lived it down) he wants really pretty girls in the front row yeah flatter me down some stairs why don’t you deal. so, personal (personal treat stef) guests of/front row for my first REAL fashion show, not bad not bad. salivating at the prospect of merch from hitting all the booths too.
yes the irony is not lost on me re: my fashion groupie post. exception, not the rule.
jamie and i are drunk gchatting right now (which exclusively consists of me typing hahahaha at all of his typos)(he’s loads drunker than i am i’m just tired) and i can’t seem to be able to put down the twitter gun (damn you!)(mc hammer is the only celebrity that is following me back, other than the onion, both follow back everyone. so far i have been passive aggressively replying to the majority of heidi montag’s religious updates, it’s no small feat cos it’s pretty much all she tweets about, that and her cabbage patch kid husband and typing la la la. if there was ever a doubt that there were holes in that chick’s brain well, case is closed son) oh and jamie made a beer run this is the hipster line-up he just endured.
oh and look at this delicious thing i saw after pizza last nite on my way to the john. mmmm. compliments of that place beside rancho relaxo.
the bloc party scene was annoying to the max. friday warriors flocking to the city set out to get F’d ugh times ten kazills. also the singer made a dumb joke about noel gallagher and v fest then strummed wonderwall. sorry overstating the situation much? ps. not funny.
slightly regret not getting these, however just a bit too snug on my left foot. if no one else claims them i think i’ll give in.
so many great leftover things you’re dumb for missing out.
forgot to pick up that mat.
yeah yeah legs again.
serious face.
party face.
serious face.
hahaha hi i came by to be in a shitty greeting card.
1990 called they want their life back.
that red sweater hanging up i bought too, it’s from zara. oh and that rack in front of me.
how much is this scarf? oh 30 dollars? it’s dior? sorry that means nothing to me. maybe to my nana yeah me, no. that’s like a 2-4 yo.
i was trying to smell this lotion by swiftly squeezing the bottle under my nose, normally it doesn’t projectile blast so fiercely like that.
double digest.
i got a new coat too. oh and we are taking steph‘s stoner couch so if you want ours before i list it on craigslist, make an offer. steph is also getting rid of a ton of junk too cos she’s moving. all my friends are leaving me i am a L-oser.
well aware of all the cliché hatin’ that’s been goin’ on re: AA for the past forever now, don’t care. as with all trends (see: gladiators) the subturdan kids inevitably get on the bandwagon of and outright destroy every look. so much so that you feel sheepish slinking away with one fucking tank top and that’s just so stupid. why should an entire store be ruined for me cos lindsay lohan wore that bodysuit two halloweens ago? anyway, discounted merch always pleases me so therefore, justified. i wanted a skirt like this, saw a more expensive version of it at UO the other day. nah thanks. i feel like i’ve finally gotten to a point where i am comfortable enough with my body that i can wear retarded shit like this and not feel too self conscious (i’ve obvs. worn worse) about it. walking into AA three years ago feeling like a fat blob just made me angry and depressed so i’d buy a big ugly tank top and that would be my new paint by numbers (rizabeff’s fave AA slag) in-rotation shirt for a few but whatever i have always dressed paint by numbers more or less when i wasn’t piling various prints on top of one another. why do i feel like i even have to justify this outfit (socks/skirt) i dunno, maybe the surplus of smug fashion groupie blogs out there fellating the very character of every single designer’s fucking soul these days? it comes off very us vs. them. ugh. you are from the sticks dude, you aren’t the darling of fashion all of a sudden just cos you figured out some magazines. sharpie and i were discussing this last saturday and she was very much in agreement on it, how ridic. it is for so many young girls to have access to such expensive of-the-moment wares and like, the monster it’s making of them. what say them in ten years time, how fulfilled? but anyway that gets into the whole is fashion bad for our self esteem territory, not goin’ there sorry. i enjoy cycling through chick’s fashion blogs just as much as the other guy but it gets to a point where you’re like um who are you talking about now? you are 15 years old and you’re gushing over some name that took me five minutes to phonetically pronounce in my head, this makes you scene queen because you spent 400 dollars on a falling apart blouse that you will despise next year?
bah. fashion is good and it is goofy, basically. i don’t think you have the right to be a snob regarding h&m, forever 21 (never been), AA, UO etc etc ever period, it’s pretty much being classist i feel, down right elitist (snore) and well, you come off a wee bit u-n-l-i-k-e-a-b-l-e. if you can afford expensive shit fine, just don’t be a poseur about it because you can’t purchase cool cool. ever.
then of course there’s the “recession” “recession” “recession” which makes fashion all the more frivolous right now.
in summation, sorry now that i’m finally skinny enough to embrace it, all the cheaper things to wear are ruined.
Sassephine: oh man i’m looking at my google analytics
and number 9 google keyword this week is “doesraymi have an eating disorder”
me: WHAT
show me the link
Sassephine: it’s not a link it’s in my google analytics report
9. does raymi have an eating disorder 7 1.14 00:00:02 0.00% 85.71%
me: does it show u where that came from
ip
Sassephine: no
me: so someone searched that more than once?
Sassephine: 7 separate visits searched that
and got to my site
twice on monday
me: wtf
hahahaha
Sassephine: once tuesday. twice wednesday, twice yesterday
me: were they expecting answers?
Sassephine: i don’t know
me: so is the key to that riddle on your blog
Sassephine: your name is all over my blog
me: right but eating disorder?
Sassephine: the only time i mentioned eating disorder is when the half asian twins were talking about their crazy diet
and our coworker said to them that’s not a diet, that’s an eating disorder
me: ah well there you go
i must have the same searches in my stats
Sassephine: but i guess google spit that shit out from my site through searched
you don’t use google analytics?
me: statcounter and the wp thing
7 29.17% raymitheminx.com
5 20.83% raymi
3 12.50% lunch raymi the minx
2 8.33% raymi minx
2 8.33% raymi the minx
1 4.17% granpas young girls fuck
1 4.17% fubar
1 4.17% if you were ever on a road trip molson
1 4.17% raymitheminx
1 4.17% he feels me special
