if you don’t know who fucked up are check ‘em here or here.
see the lighter fluid?
look it’s daryn jones and guess what? he recognized me and said hey you’re raymi i read your blog all the time, he even recognized fil. egosplosion. daryn interview me dude!
sink fire practice.
aftermath. we were given a head’s up about the impending destruction but were told to keep mum. no prob just let me get out of the way. i have some great footage of the mtv heads flippin’ the fuck out over it. a motorcycle was trashed, gas fumes everywhere, fires being lit, ceiling tiles mangled people punched kicked shoved moshed danced on. i was scurred fil’s body would come out in bloody pieces.
all these kids rushed the teeny men’s bathroom where the band was set up and were to perform 3 songs. they got through one and the plug was pulled. i am so glad i chose to stay outside.
foreshadowing.
fil was up on that amp on the right i think. once the band fired up i swear it a fucking stampede went through. i’ll show you video tomorrow as i have another muuuusic thing to attend. for now here is some more fall cheese for you.
aw wendi gave me this at my show, it’s from the first concert we all attended together (well not including the kooks that we went to right after the nxne steamwhistle party whoops) so cute of her.
i pretty much have lost my summer tan. i have decided i’d like some tan lines, i have to start at the beginning all over again, no super bed for me yet.
look see, even jesus wants me to have a tan!
check the dude in the shorts.
i think this will be the first year i break and buy some pumpkins for the balcony.
if you tire of the beautiful scenery, my beautiful face comes into the shot about 40 seconds left. guess what IT’S WORTH IT.
i will not apologize for the following…
hangover cheese pizza saved my life yesterday. fil has chicken bacon and broccoli on his. mine was better AND regular crust, no whole wheat multi grain this time. now i want to watch home alone.
food i could barely eat yesterday cos of nerves, brought it home, fil scarfed it.
heheh shut up ya old cummer!
i got my gordon ramsay premium oven to tableware dishes!
different sizes cos they only had one of the bigger guy at the bay i went to oh well, i guess now i can try making creme brulee? ever since jen blogged this i have been obsessed with baking eggs, fil says you can just crack an egg in a bowl and nuke it. no sorry, that’s what white trash people do, fil, and we are not white trash people, we are classy people, who eat out of PREMIUM OVEN TO TABLEWARE COMPLIMENTS OF GORDON FUCKING RAMSAY AND ROYAL DOULTON and if you don’t like it you can eat your microwaved egg in a bowl while i have a nice lovely baked egg with red onion and cheese concoction on my pedestal. also sorry i forgot to thank you in my speech (fil is making me tell you this) but i didn’t thank anyone specifically i didn’t want to single anyone out and plus that microphone wasn’t even on. i love you very much you are my shining prince and i love you even when you fart.
i’ll post the rest of my art pics later, can you believe it’s past 4 and i haven’t even had coffee yet, just a few sips of coke.
oh and thanks to the fascist regime what is the building we live in i can no longer feed my new squirrelfriend rick (we even named him) the battleaxe next door said they want to cut down the trees to get rid of the squirrel wtf! so you care about that you confront me about it in the elevator but you don’t care to confront the abusive yelling monster that lives across from you and beside me? fucking asshole. oh no a squirrel scampers across our balconies what a nuisance lets cut down all the trees, lay cement over the grass, build a fucking dome around the condo and install bug zappers too. you realise this is a lush neighbourhood and bound to attract birds and squirrels? jesus, do you just want no joy in your life ever? i told her our cat really likes the squirrel and it’s a shame. i haven’t had the heart to tell him about it yet. he gets sad when the squirrel doesn’t come, it really broke up the monotony of his day. i hope she enjoyed listening to me barf at 4am.
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i’m getting one of these. guess which one i chose. if you want samples and a chance to win shopper’s gift certificates go to that link and do what it says.
my old old old friend jeff came here is his flickr set of my show.
this kid told me he was really famous and his poetry blog was more famous than my blog and gets like 50,000 hits a day, hahahaha oh man, kid i hope you email me you are so full of shit, and i admire your gusto.
ainsley got her rock!
more will go up in a bit i need to construct a blanket cave on the couch right now. ooh ooh there is a glass bottle of coke in the fridge, on it!
SO hung today is going to be a shit day from hell! i haven’t been this hung in ages. sass blogged last nite AND put up my dumb little speech i insisted on making AND i did not cry. there is like 50 different video perspectives of it, an entire wall of you kids all had yer cameras rolling so cute, thank you lorazepam. ugh shots and going back to gill’s was a dumb idea. i left my hat there and i barfed when i got home. wicked. it was a rad nite, no wig outs, lots of smiling faces, a couple weird creepers haha no biggie. if you missed it, oh well, you can still go to the central and check’er out over the next month and then we have another party with new art going up. the owners and staff are so so nice i am very happy with them, 7 paintings sold, or 8 9? trying to do the math. if you want to know what’s still available email me raymitheminx@gmail.com thanks for coming everyone you’re the breast! i’m going to keep updating this post as i gain more momentum throughout the day.
ignore the first minute of this:
what fucking creepy loser would bother to go to this from my blog and rate it one star? you’re a fucking winner dude, enjoy your life.
i’m too scattered to upload or even look at my own pictures so here are steph’s
now i just have to finish painting a few more canvases (yipes!) write up some bullshit on cue cards to go beneath each painting, figure out what to wear, and pop a relax pill. we got balloons too! and i’m having a party platter made up (foods) so you better come! starts at 8, goes ’til late, bring a date or come alone, whatevs mang. bring cash
The Central is at 603 Markham Street in Mirvish Village. (south of Bloor Street and 1 block west of Bathurst Street). We are a two-minute walk from Bathurst Subway Station. phone: 416-913-4586
