pass.

new favourite hangout alert, sorry the victory, you lose this time.

then sass showed up.

oh god this place is so cute.

mirrors everywhere

i can easily see reserving this little room for a private party.

then home to water our plants and make margaritas and steak. yesterday was such a nice day and now i have a zit that will never go away.

the name of this interpretive dancing retard is EPIC.

i just found out i get to smash a gibson guitar thursday morning at 7am for the hardrock cafe 30th anniversary, 30 people in all will be smashing guitars. that’s the morning after the nxne opening party, i’m gonna be hung.

the others be here.

i don’t even care anymore, i’m on my period, my boosh is the size of the ussr, and it’s HOT.

oh frisbee.

little red buttons all up the back.

not only does fil not know the muffin man (who lives on drury lane), he doesn’t even know the song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (as in never ever before this moment even HEARD of it)

how can i BE with someone like this???????????????? like, who ARE you?

i just asked him where the muffin man was (cid) and he says what huh i don’t know what? then i said oh he must be on drury lane, which was met with more confusion.

i just played him a techno remix version of the song, it didn’t help at all.

that’s saturday so far guys. there’s work to be done on this beautifulish day, sigh.

oh yeah, i’m better than you because i left this message on nicole richie’s myspace wall and she didn’t delete it yet, so that means she is in love with me right now and in the event of deletion i’m EXTRA better than you because i got someone as cuckoo bananas as nicole richie to think i’m crazy.

i made this for you, it’s the only piece that didn’t sell wtf.

xo raymi

update: i’m being punished for yesterday’s day of fun in the sun, it’s so hot and nice out and i am stuck inside woooooooooooorking.

and now it is time to jazz-the-fuck-out…

if i woke up totally hung and this psychedelic blur was in my face i would shoot it.

why is my little brother dressing up in pink mom?

hahah you can see my underwear.

these are the tightest things ever when i got that pink zebra medley on alicia could not believe it cos these are from her dancing days i forget when, many many smaller sizes ago. i think i stretched that pink one out cos i’m 5’8 and she is 5’something littler (not ‘8).

oh and those dresses were sold out, i got a cute little picnic blanket checked shirt instead with a little red bow on it i’ll show you later.

BYE!

oh and i have no eyes in these cos i didn’t paint them on cos i thought we were beaching it which didn’t happen but margaritas did and then i needed a nap.

hahaha way to spell my name, old navy.

too hot to do anything
feels like louisiana
going to get this:

or this:

leslie thinks the second one is too table clothy. i hope they aren’t sold out. they’re super long and go down to your ankles. cheap too.

then we‘re hitting the beach.

it’s going to be 32 degrees today, in america that means arizona weather! hi i woke up at 6 and couldn’t fall back asleep i thought about all these annoying things like how my cell phone number was up on a BLOG for over 24 hours the other nite! and how today after work fil has a work thing he doesn’t know if spouses are invited to it or not yet so then i deduced AH-HA they must be going to the rippers, i’ll let you know how fil reacts to this accusation when he gets up, first thing in the morning testy water discussions are always the greatest. i’ll follow it up with and HAVE you gone to the strip club with any co-workers and forgot to tell me about it? kidding. i was also thinking about work too, yes, my work. geez.

anyway, in the event that i do make an appearance, my over-active morning mind was like what the fuck do i wear? in your face fuck you i’m an artist not a corporate whore outfit? or play the game? also how do i talk about myself without giving away who i am? and the only way to do that is to come off like a liar. fil prefers it that these peeps do not know about the b.l.o.g. – or how about i find someone to go to the island with me today and just get too blasted to do anything afterward?

we sat on the balcony last nite during the thunder lightning storm in our geriatric loungers and it was so magical i even lit a candle i know supes fruity anyway i have a bunch of gay smiling pictures cos it was that magical, those chairs make you OCD over reclining and then sitting up-right every twenty seconds, so smooth.

then it went to shit when i read the chair sorry, chaises instructions, en francais and declared that i was better at speaking french than fil, so he had a go and well, then it was bedtime.

and now i give you OMFG:

oh yeah we played mariokart online with the universe and one guy’s name was ASS BALL it was so good i wrote it down on a little piece of paper so i could tell you guys. i bet he ran out of space for ass balls.

i am also playing online scrabble right now and i am winning.

update: ok it’s not a strip club we can relax now everyone.

oh jesus me.