Someday I’ll be a writer again and finish all those stories I promised that’re in me.
May 6, 2014
May 3, 2014
I realize I might be depressed. Ha. I was trying to figure out what I use to do to feel better, or instead of going out, and it was blog (talk about myself). I derived enough friendly satisfaction from it that carved out more online social intake. But when you blog less, people interact less. When you blog you end up hearing from all of these long losts, out from the woodwork.
Or maybe it’s spring and I do not possess special powers. Whatever the fuck it is I’m running with it. Waking up with options on a Saturday and then kinda being into none of it, shows me I am bumming right now and the only way to get out of it is to get out from under it. Blog session begin.
Where to even start Doctor, hmm.
Well, I know we’re not in it alone and everyone I seem to know is borderline glum right now. We are all sick of the weather and the last week in weather was, ballistic. Abysmal. At least my vocabulary is expanding.
I think I am addicted to weird and when I’m not doing weird I am blue. I think loneliness drives you crazy too. And love.
When I took this picture a bro (southern man) said I should buy it. I looked at the price tag. $300. Yeah sure I said, I totally need this. It was the dumbest exchange, and there was a bit more to it, but it was something none the less.
This was after the greasiest brunch on the sweatiest sunny afternoon. Oh it was good.
An outright fantasy compared to the shitty weather here. I wonder how my mom is doing, she just got back from a cruise with my Nana yesterday. The first thing she mentioned was weather. Oh please, you don’t even know lady.
I can’t even think of little stories to tell you when all day all night long I am constantly thinking and climbing through delightful little dramas but, when I sit down to do this I clam up. I think because there is so much more to always say, and you can’t so you try and tell stories around it instead.
The party don’t stop no it won’t stop.
I am considering going on tinder out of sheer boredom. That is probably a turrible idea. AT least Ellie Goulding is next weekend with Tegan and Sara.
It’s been a big week for someone though. Look at me looking at my mom AHHAha. Rob Ford personally invited me to City Hall. FACT. I didn’t go because I knew it was for some kind of up to no good kinda thing. Cray knows cray. However I did not know that was the kinda darkness. I feel bad for addicts. That is all.
AT least I have the lake in my face everyday.
And I live close to town. Which I never go to. Because the weather. We have bikes we plan to take all the way to Hamilton along the beach, barrangas, it’s gonna be a great summer.
And I started running again. Jokes I haven’t but I will. Along the mansions of Lakeshore while composing my next story about 6 months in Mansions, from the time I was 20. It was amazing. Lindsay Lohan was on my street and we locked eyes. She was filming portrait of a Teenage Drama Queen. I exploded loudly out of my house slamming the screen with my longboard while she was on her bicycle and I ruined the scene because she looked at me. It was awesome. I just came back from Los Angeles for a month and here was Disney, all over the place.
Busy work week with more busy on the way. Busy busy busy :). I love where I work and who I work with. We had a beer yesterday and watched motivational youtube ads and shot the shit. I am starting to dream more and more about work too it’s interesting. Haha. It takes me awhile to feel accepted or not feel hated at all times but I like where life is going and I am very happy about the work I get to do for the clients that I have and sometimes I have to pinch myself. I have work friends too and they are hysterical. We have so many crazy ways of blowing off steam together, we are a great unit support system blabbity blah worrrrrrrrk. Lol.
It’s probably definitely why I don’t have a life anymore because I am so fulfilled there, intellectually, stimulatingly (not a real word) and so I don’t feel the need to go out anywhere after work. Tan, groceries, lcbo, home, internet, occasional travel, global crushes, sleep, rinse repeat.
Writers are known to be monastic in a sense anyway. That’s what Natalie Portman said about ballerinas when she was training for Black Swan. You’re welcome. I just don’t want to die a spinster so there’s an underlying present anxiety at all times churning beneath my surface and I fancy myself a catch, the laziest fucking catch so I’m doing it to myself really.
I noticed my white skin was making me look like the crypt keeper so I did something about it. When you’re so wasp white your dark undereye circles become more pronounced so tan it up bitches.
My desk is a little PeeWee’s Playhouse. What of it bro.
Uh, guys.
Do not get me started on Metro.
There will always be the arts. Writing is infinite. Not to be a goon but I guess I am dating writing. And buzzfeed. Sometimes Jezebel those annoying fucking feminists!!! Haha. And my pen pals. I started watching Mad men too and it is mind blowing to be a copywriter watching that shit. I love it. I love life. I am just a morose entity and need a full time babysitter boyfriend. Though I need a lot of distance too. I need local friends who aren’t stupid young boys only. HAha. This blog post should have been called I NEED.
I need to hit publish and edit all the things I just said now.
I might upload some videos. Have a great Saturday!
May 2, 2014
EMAIL OF THE DAY. It arrived in the dead of night and took my breath away. Ps. I’m an Aries and thank you so much for this and for giving my musical taste the accolade it most deservingly deserves.
Hello!
I am your long lost rando pseudo lesbian admirerer! I just wanted to say hi as it feels like it’s been a long time! Happy belated birthday to a fellow Pisces! Not that I’m super into astrology… but perhaps that’s why I feel particularly connected/relatable to you.
I just wanted to thank you for posting your current fav music choices. I have discovered a LOT of awesome new songs/bands through you. Shovels & Rope? THANK YOU! I love them! I recall you posted Alexander’s “Truth” a long time ago and I probably played that non-stop on repeat for about a month. Tanks!
I’m still travelling and still trying to figure out who the fuck I am and what the fuck I should be doing in life. BUT… I am feeling like I’m getting much closer to finding answers or at least discovering an inner female confidence that has been dormant/suppressed for so long. Perhaps it’s been partly based on my own struggles/observations… but I am becoming more and more passionate about spreading love and support to young women. I feel so much compassion for us gals and everything we have to go through. It’s a bit scary (as perhaps you can relate) to want to put yourself out there as a strong/feminist/bitch/passionate/no bullshit/vulnerable/sensitive woman… without getting overly criticized or mocked. I don’t know. I feel like women hold SO much intuitive power and it gets suffocated and stifled in so many ways. I sometimes wish we could just reach out and have a big group hug and let each other know that we all think/feel the same shit and it’s all going to be ok. I’m hoping to create a website centred around spreading self-adoration for women.
Anyways… just want to say hi and let you know that you are SO awesome. While we are around the same age… it has been amazing to watch you grow up/change/develop over the years. It has given me hope that we can really be whatever we want to be and you never really know what’s around the corner!
Sending you lots of love your way!
Megs
I think you are just wonderful for sending this. The rest I will reply privately. I’ll start blogging more meaningful shit again eventually. I promise. Being true to women and defenders I have always largely been behind. I will totally support your girl power website.
April 24, 2014
Here comes part two. Never ever do a part two if you can help it because you have no idea what is going on, where you left off, which picture you blogged. Social Media killed my blog.
Lets give it up together for sandal weather.
Work bestie said I looked like a super model here. She is prettier than me, so I will take that but inside my head I was like OH YEAH? Then stared at it infinity times more.
Fourth time in Louisiana, first time crawfish boil. Boil is the name of the stuff you season these guys with and it’s also what you do to them so not to be a copywriter or anything but wouldn’t that make it crawfish boil squared? I told my Dad how they pronounce Burgundy and Esplanade and said they will punch you in the nose if you correct them so deal. He laughed. We are correctors so it’s like a warning.
Had a mighty good time though, always do. I stayed a day longer and thus was able to do this and man, the weekend was big I am continually impressed with myself. Wow that’s awful show boaty for a Canadian! Don’t worry Ontario I was a great ambassador to yas.
Oh right, remember when I was writing like a novel in my last post. I’ll stop phoning this in.
Last day brunch pants. I did not at all stick out.
Hey mister! I like that pink thing sticking out of your window.
Heeeere we are now. This is the second bar that we caught up to. But three maybe four bars deep. No idea. A bunny on a push cart bike dickee dee type thing would take us on to the next one and the next one. So many great costumes, things, people, great time. They do it twice a year also so you are welcome. It’s called Bunnarchy.
Like I said, great people. I recognized her from the pictures of last year’s bunnarchy. I did not fangirl that much. I mean, I played it relatively cool.
But yeah definitely some parts of the night were insane for sure ahah.
Sad. Bunny lost its tail.
Look at sassy fur coat over there. She wins.
Damn. Supes cute.
We all have fur is the reason for this one and look at my Cory Kennedy pose pshh.
Remember I told you about Yuki!?! It was across the street from one of the bunnarchy stops so we hung out there instead. Fun times. Sigh.
Things are way more dramatic when you are a rabbit.
This picture is actually amazing, Jesus it is great. CHRIST don’t get me started. It’s the street right out front of Yuki.
Even NASA was there. Yes we landed on the moon.
Then it turned into Burning Man.
I likey. Leave to the professionals though.
Could not resist.
I am wearing my Aruba lifeguard shorts under this and I think we established I didn’t care a long time ago.
It was rabbit fur. I am a comedian don’t forget.
Now that is one epic hug.
Stamp it on errythang you know I love that shit.
They were out of corpse reviver. We made do.
Hi I miss you already. Send me some greased lightning please! I had greasy spoon when I got back and it was totally not the same. Everyone was like what did I eat while there. Um, breakfast. Twice. There was also lamb at the crawfish boil with salted lemons!!!!
This is where I stayed this time.
MJ was blasting on the speakers obviously. TFW stands for Toxic flood water and this is in the Music Village. Tour buses go through it often. I bet you guys didn’t know I knew things about stuff!
How early is too early? This.
Alright the next round is on me an then I will give New Orleans a rest for awhile.
April 22, 2014
Can you make out my chicken scratch here? Yes you can and, you will.
On with the show then. I just perused the 43 shots I’ve chosen for this round and went meh. Ha what an a-hole. Man I am blog rusty. I thought about trying something new with this post and writing it all out loftily as I would a journal entry which is mostly a means of a practice fantasy novel I will never make time to finish.
Crypticly, old style like, I watched you work the yard, angry I had stayed.. I missed my flight, but now there was time to sit in the last patch of sun and watch on while a record played.
Are you guys into that?
There are way too many talented people in New Orleans. It is great. Many muses. I’d say if I had a sort of people they would be my sort of people. I will refrain from talking anything but like a novel from here on out.
Walking in a sloppy daydream along an Oliver Twistish street to brunch on a sunny humid Saturday afternoon after a devilishly late night – into a place where they’re singing right to your table and you can’t even taste the booze in your drink.
It’s hard to write in this vein when the story doesn’t correspond to the image because my mind is trying to go to what I was actually thinking and feeling at the time of this photo, but I can’t tell you that shit now can I. One because I can’t remember and two because it’s not important and three shhhh.
No more writing restraints I’m going to say what I want about what I want, how I want. Which is pretty much exactly how I live day to day life anyway. Well I’m not that bad (except for everyone who knows me is nodding their heads). Hey I will have you know that I am well liked! Yelling makes it so!
Random fragments seep back in both surreal and painted in longing for that short intense moment gone before absorbed.
Everything reminds you of a better something else.
Sitting on pins, on rocketships.
It’s a place to get lost in.
And many friends along the way.
AIRPORT SEGUE!
Go to Yuki if you want the funnest sushi-sake bar/music experience ever, you won’t be at all upset! I went twice. The second time was as a bunny.
When you go out feeling delicate and have that is tonight really going to happen feeling. It’s a mixture of self-alarm tinged with a make it happen pep talk to self.
Luckily these places dot the journey along the way. I was looking for sandals because the zipper of one of mine kept popping open but I was able to take it off by side straps and re-zip at will, no hassle.
Tuckered now. Guessin’ this is going to be a three-parter.
Have a wonderful night.
xo Raymbo.
April 15, 2014
Two Thursdays ago your fearless anti-hero embarked on a gluttonous feasting adventure at the new spot on Roncess, Workshop (by Latitude). It sits on the same latitude as the Georgetown location (how much wine do you have to drink to figure that one out?) and is actually the same people who formally brought you Fat Cat wine bar which I’ve also reviewed on one whimsical sloppy Christmas eve-eve evening, Melodie in-tow. I just remember it was slushy out, delicious, boozy and mega-fun. The night was black as coal. It’s totally the kind of place you could say shit like THE NIGHT WAS BLACK AS COAL about.
Workshop is touted as, and actually is, the best cheese and only all cheese menu’d resto in the city. I mean, one that specializes in cheeses. You can order a la carte or choose from a variety of pre-set flights. We went with the Amsterdam because one of us is Dutch and turns out it was a grand choice. We were also treated to others available. I think I felt fat for a few days after this dinner. Worth it.
Dreamy staff on board too. Warren is a cheese genius. It was very interesting to pick his brain, get him going off on dairy tangents and what not. I also felt like I knew him from somewhere before but maybe I just don’t get out much. I really enjoy people who have passions and are generally obsessive about “things”. Experts. It’s the greatest because I absorb all information privy to me like a sponge. Mathew Sutherland on the right IS Workshop. Bow down. I dig their Leatherface aprons I proclaimed about five times over the span of the evening.
Honestly, right?? It was the first week of opening and packed when we arrived, hard to get a table for two. I changed to Thursday from Wednesday because I forgot I had something booked (involving a moving van) after work Wednesday night and was freaked I wouldn’t be able to make it happen but they accommodated me oh so sweetly. Hashtag blessed.
We had a charcuterie board too. I love the board and a little birdie told me where you can source them…
Who doesn’t love a pile of pesto to mess around with? The red fluff stuff is beet wasabi, inventive and delectable. If you’re a foodie reading this then you know what meats you’re looking at and I honestly can’t remember because it was two Thursdays ago and they doused copious glasses of red wine on me throughout as chefs are wont to do when you come to feast like King George or whomever. Oh wait, from the mouth of babe himself…
Fresh grated beet and horseradish, basil walnut pesto, Spanish chorizo, bresola, pickled cherry peppers. Brillat Savarin, marcona almonds, grape must mustard. Cornichons. Cappcola, I think that’s it.
Say hello to Raymi for me.
Dooooon’t even get me started on how much chatter this picture generated.
I was pretty zonked after work to boot. Look at me I can’t even deal haha. The blond sommelier babe beside me, Rachel, runs the Georgetown joint. What a life that must be hey. Go over there, dazzle the folk then ditch dodge and flee back to city to be Queen of the urban eatery castle. I also love the farmy suburbs, the nothing, a lot right now. I’m like a guy watching his dog run away from home for three days in the prairies and gonna write a poem about it.
I am this (I took this last Sunday) but back to business…
Oh hi.
You want cheese you got cheese. That’s the copywriter coming out for sure.
Can’t afford a flight to Amsterdam? (Which’ll setcha back $1500+ trust me I know this) No problem, try one for $17 instead.
No shortage of quirk or hipster dining low-pretention chic. With a very nice back patio.
Pew Pew le Pew.
Sorry for the mommy cloth. Not sorry? Gimmicks are my jam.
I liked the stinky cheese so much I asked for more, got it. Then had thirds. YOLO.
Shroomapolooza.
Pretty much an all out goddamn indulgent night and I’d send my best friends there if I had any. Heh. Workshop is making the media rounds to boot. Toronto Life and BlogTo respectively. Nice, nice.
Mathew, with one t, is a great all around guy. I like guys who like wine. Right? Ladies, go see him.
Don’t worry, we left before anything got weird. Heheh.
You can take your mother, a date, family. Your bestie. Go solo. That guy you are kind of banging… it’s the new institution so familiarize thyselves. If you go (and you should) say Raymi sent you and you will probably most definitely (highly likely) get special treatment and/or snubbed. You choose you lose people! You could also go and say nothing which I expect 90% of you to do because that is “so” Toronto. Or, better yet if you’re in the foodie percintle then you’re already aware of everything I’m talking about and rolled your eyes a billion times. #Hater. .;)
It really is a special place. I’ll let you explore the front on your own. Sitting at the bar is just as dreamy, candles lit everywhere. Very cozy. Thanks Mathew!
And here are my legs. It’s nice to be back to blogging you guys! Sayonara!
April 6, 2014
Guys, there’s a snafu afoot with my flickr account in that I can’t right-click access a code to blah-blah post here, so’s I can’t blog pics and pardon the (my) perpetual bullshit will yas! Maybe I’ll just have to revert to writing as blogging, can you imagine? It’ll be fixed in a jiffy no doubt. Might have to use dropbox. LAME. In any event, happy sundance Sunday. Man I really hope this video isn’t blocked due to music copyrights.
Love Raymi
RTM tumblr if desperate sauce.
April 2, 2014
HI GUYS! SORRY FOR THE CRICKETS. You can follow me on twitter and Instagram or stalk me on tumblr and facebook to get your fill in-between the in-betweens. Don’t think I don’t think aboutcha. IOU blog soon. thx k bye. Oh yeah I’m 31 now. Wahh. Thanks for all the Bday love too. After work we are renting a van and picking up my princess bed from Toronto and some other stuff too. There’s always something no?
