Just practicing my accent me is. Practice over haha. This sunshine today are you kidding me! Lets go for lunch in this small town called Jordan Station. Thuper fun. Heck bro I live 30 minutes from wino country. What an idiot. I mean all this time!!!
I’ll just get the instagrammables out of the way first. Cave Springs winery loooooooove it. After lunch we had tastings ooh la la I cheated on my diet. Yes, remorseful but caaam ehhn you would have too. Can’t resist the barrel cask whatever oak taste of that red goodness I died and Slurren was out in no time. Fancy is as fancy does.
Whimsical. Spring is here today for sure, yesterday was like after the apocalypse of gloom.
Half my photos haven’t finished sending yet I think when I send to raymiATraymitheminx it takes a lot longer so the other half well you’ll just have to wait and see won’t you then? It would be awesome to have lipstick on in this photo.
Thought my whore boots might be a little much for this little town made for couples who wear sweaters and have massages together and stare at waterfalls and “work on their marriages” lol. It was funny. Only because I am an asshole. Only.
Def going back for more.
Seriously. Dopamine injection looking at that. I am drawn to colour. It awakens me
Sweet. Made of wood so all the coolness without all the killing.
Statement piece. There’s a Native art store. Seen seen, cool peeps there.
Girls plus wine plus camera phone equals masterpiece. If I knew all these samples, “tastings” were free I would have had like four more at least please tell me next time thank you. Gosh it would have been awesome if all my pictures sent, wifi lag what is that? Meh the couch is calling my name. And by couch I mean sitting here still watching the rest of Big bruv ep. 5.
Anyway F that S have a nice night. Will this be JT’s babillionth time hosting SNL or what?
I get to see this on Monday. I love movies so much right now that’s why I am saying “I get to” and beforethat shopping at Aritzia seeeeeeen. Thanks Jen!
And now I’m writing about this, finishing it I mean. TGIF! So sunny out. Lovely. And it’s International Woman’s day so don’t sass me! Hear how rude that chick was to me. It’s a trade show and people are constantly walking in a stream a steady flow and so I was like don’t ruin my film by walking in to it and manipulatively suggested watch this confetti rain that I am nice enough to share with you and she’s like we are watching. Well fuck you lady! I played it off nice. Listen to her snarly unecessary tone. You try dragging a knockout 11 playboy model around with you all over a trade show and see how you deal with being the invisible one how dare you say we are watching to me like that!!! AHHAhah kay bye.
Hey guys, I feel like shit today. I feel like this diet is stripping my soul away. I feel that empty kind of sick. I am probably three day hungover on top of that and can’t heal because I am not allowed to put french fries and grease into my system, or a pizza, that’s how you cure hangovers where I come from. The trick would be to not drink period though obvi. Maybe a run at the gym too but my left foot is still killing me I need to learn how to not march like an idiot when I tool around, it’s winter, you gotta hoof it.
Oh, and I am moving back downtown so if you know of a deece place in a nice naybe lemme know thanks. I don’t want roommates. Well, you know. No one wants roommates. I just don’t want to live with strangers or incur other people’s bullshit, or annoy anybody. I want something new. I want to become a curmudgeon who stays single for so long that they don’t know how to relate to people anymore or get near to them and the benefits of being single not living with a partner I haven’t had that in years. I want to eat beans from a can over a barrel drum fire in the middle of my shitty loft apartment talking to a rat ahah kidding. I don’t want to wear pants for 8 days straight actually I don’t really wear pants anymore anyway now that I am obese so all good there.
I still haven’t heard back from the audition so I don’t know I guess that means I didn’t get it but I am still holding out hope and my consolation prize is Aruba so, yeah. This is my birthday month and it feels awful gloomy ‘nt it? I feel sad actually like it’s the last month in my twenties and I am wasting it being depressed. But I’ve partied enough haven’t I? Does the party have to end? I don’t know but at the end of the day it would be nice to come home to my own home, something Shiresque with carrots and talking rabbits, kay fuck the Shire I have to stop referencing it I prefer the Hundred Acre Wood for this dreamer post speaking of that I think I’m gonna get a writing grant so what’s that all about, that’s exciting! Shoulda done that years ago.
But back to that audition I’m grateful I was already doing my diet 9 days prior because it ignited me and gave me a confidence boost and I haven’t felt the me-power in months, and months so, sweet plus finally. Also should I go to Atlanta before Aruba in the mean time just to do something and like get out of everybody’s hair and rip it up a little bit before I Sylvia Plath it? j/k It’s cutting it close to Aruba but I think I’ve done a stacked trip schedule (barely) successfully before so why not. Once you go away somewhere you get wanderlust and it’s an itch you need to scratch.
How amazing is Life of Pi, right? Beautiful film. I wanted to see it again today but they returned it. I’ll buy it. That’s a re-watcher for sure, many lessons in there and gorgeous to look at, stunning, like Prozac. I’ve wanted pancakes for days now. There’s bacon flavoured popcorn here and I chewed up the rest of the bag and spit it out just to see what carbs felt like again it was only a couple handfuls but my pupils instantly dilated like a cartoon character’s and my cheeks were puffed out it was a scene. When people describe eating pasta after not having pasta for a long time that’s basically what it felt like.
I’ve decided to take some acting lessons though so that’s good. To get sharp, hone the craft what is acting. Maybe I am tired of being myself.
Always nice to spot a familiar face in the crowd.
I am still re-cooperating from this. I am not 20 anymore. Damn fuck haha. Trade show tequila didn’t help either although it was free and delicious.
Before that, Spoke. It was quiet. It was Monday after all.
Cob salad mmmmm best I’ve ever had. It was supposed to be with smoked turkey but remember how I said I was done with smoked turkey?
Okay I am out of here now I have to do the paid writing gig. Blogging is exhausting.
Hello friends, I want all my fans, past, present, or future, to know that without you, there would have not been any Stompin’ Tom.
It was a long hard bumpy road, but this great country kept me inspired with its beauty, character, and spirit, driving me to keep marching on and devoted to sing about its people and places that make Canada the greatest country in the world.
I must now pass the torch, to all of you, to help keep the Maple Leaf flying high, and be the Patriot Canada needs now and in the future.
I humbly thank you all, one last time, for allowing me in your homes, I hope I continue to bring a little bit of cheer into your lives from the work I have done.
Hey guys. I’m a bit frizzle frazzled from yesterday TBH. Also I’m going to cover the CRFA for my next PBE article so as a personal blogger it’s like, what do I blog now then? Okay here’s a rock I walked by yesterday and a pile of snow too! Saving the good bits for the official Raymi Trade Show storm but what if some of the good bits don’t make it can I blog those now then? So confusing. The mind of a writer, a blogger, it gets pretty neurotic. How topical for Lena Dunham on Girls to have her OCD nervous ticks come back again while she’s trying to write her e-book. I’m getting to the point where I want to be the Lorax after all the trees are gone, alone, hyper-focus alone and get all of my head out on to word documents. Organized people fantasize about Staples, office supplies, file cabinet organization tools I dunno. I dream about desks in empty studies with lamp light, solid oak wooden desks. Only when I am really needing down time alone time. Very Kerouac, very very Kerouac that. I’d love the ultimate state of the line chair too something Dr. Claw appropriate.
I’m also glad I reclaimed emo-blogging and I see the ripple butterfly effect it has done on other bloggers too like seriously stop caring so much guys and stop being giant phonies too. Taking back the personal blogging art form of sharesville. This blog is helping me get through my stressful life right now. I need it to get my feelings out and function better and I am super glad I spoke up about my hater troll because it scared them away. I think about how if it is who I think it is how their entire reputation will go up in flames at the exposure of their ways. Like honestly who tells you how unprofessional one of your blog posts are? Another blogger. Sorry I have unprofessional feelings called feelings.
Anyway. We are going to watch Life of Pi later on tonight I am looking forward to it quite a bit don’t spoil it for me please my papa insisted that tiger was real and I was like nope no chance and I was right.
It’s getting long back there.
Walking in the cold to meet Rebeccugh. Yes I hear Edmonton is cold but trust me, so was yesterday in Toronto lets not have a cold war cos it was still pretty awful, thank god for the sun.
I’ve a picture of the chick who did this. She had a glass of red wine in her hand of course. The guy whose cake it was was pretty decent about it I was impressed.
I couldn’t eat anything. I got the model to eat everything I must say I really enjoyed that aspect I’ll be writing about that for sure for PBE lol so stay tuned.
Our Playboy girl was friend’s with the tequila girl (score) so we had a crew, I had a really fun time thanks boss!
Everyone loves Raymi.
I’m spying on that little old man.
Does this look like the hand of a 29 year old?
On my way oot.
I find singing while walking to be a good distraction from the chill. It helps. Some people smile, some think I’m crazy, some slow down and follow me, others are left in my dust cos I speed walk. I have hobo foot now from walking too much. I’m going to buy new shoes. Okay back to work now. Peace. Word to the wise Wednesday KEEP IT REAL or whatever it is that you do.
More soon folks. Ps. I’m in a music video it released today yay. – Mark Loughman’s video btw: British rocker guy, class act, classic. janes addiction and the fucking queens of the stoneage front man play on this track. im the one in the sparkle bottoms. the little old man knows john and yoko btw. He’s 86.
Here’s a picture of how medium I am. Why does that sound like SUCH a diss. Remember the mean model from ANTM Bianca told that one girl she was practically obese and the girl was actually a size 0? FwahaAhahah. Becoming heftier has opened my eyes to fat-bullying/shaming and it ain’t cool but it is awesome to be able to see my genitals again when I look down while peeing and not have to lurch over my paunch I feel like a ton of you know exactly what I’m saying ahah get it tonne of you?
I’m at that incredibly annoying life juncture when you’re about to join a gym but you feel like your life might be about to dramatically change and then you join the gym and move away? Or you might not and then you’re still here not being a member of the gym you want to join? Also I’m becoming addicted to working out now. Everyone has a gym membership story. Everyone gets charged by a gym they don’t go to anymore or when they finally un-join, get charged still anyway. We used up all the free passes now so I have to bite the bullet or do I? I mean I should right cos there’s Aruba. Soon I will be able to run again in the cold so that’s good. Oh my god that was so boring of me apologies. I will try not to talk about the gym as much or if I do it will be about how much more I’m getting noticed and I don’t feel like a fugly slug anymore yay confidence.
I’ll be going in to the city later so this little party is me-time, me Monday, I thought it was Tuesday. I’m drinking this chai tea right now it doesn’t taste very strong or maybe that’s cos I’ve lost the sense of taste. Drinking something weaker than coffee after two coffees is like is this going to get me jacked cos if it’s not why bother. I do like the taste though and cinnamon is an appetite suppressant. I lost my hunger cravings and you know what it is actually day 14 of my Ketogenic diet and not only do I not know how to count, tell time, or end sentences, I have the hunger for carbs headache again and I was wondering last night how long I will be sticking to it for and will I balloon up like Violet Beauregarde if I stop? Say I cave after two months or do I gradually have a bag of chips or fried calamari, slowly re-intergrate bread in to my diet right now bread kind of repulses me. All these questions. I’m not bloated anymore, I don’t over-eat too much, I haven’t had chips or chocolate in 14 days it blows my mind too as well it dements it fuck it’s worth it though man cos I am not wearing kaftans this summer or shoulder covering-nonsense. I hope I keep my butt though, and boobs. My arms will be the last thing to get thin and my bro said my face looks like it lost weight.
I forgot to tell you I almost chipped my front tooth on my way out the door on Friday! I did chip it but it didn’t crack but some of the enamel on the inside came off be careful about your front teeth they’re awful thin well mine are at least Christ I am SO damn lucky I didn’t break that fucker off. Can you imagine me at my audition I thipped my twoof. Ugh. Also, guess what bozo was doing at the time to cause all of this yes that’s right taking a swig of vodka from the freezer bottle for courage and train-riding amusement. I hate the Go train. I mean I’d rather be transported by egg-carrier lift something out of Munchkin Land. The only reason I hate it is the anxiety over missing the train because then you have to wait so much longer for the next one and don’t get me started on co-ordinating a ride with my mother it’s getting to the point of massive resentment and like it really pains me to bail on parties all the time but I can’t feasibly go to a party downtown come home do it again and again. I need to live downtown NOW or I need to seriously move away because this is making me cray Jamaican me cray.
So playing with my sharpened inside of tooth bit has taught me a lesson to slow down during this hysterical energy burst period that also coincides with spring. Sometimes I get hyper and act before thinking or just a beat behind taking four steps at a time you know what I mean? Being safe and not a goof is always better. You know Tory on Mythbusters? Bike fail? I feel like I’m always one hair away from being that guy. I am that guy. Watch the clip it’s hilarious.
Okay this post is really about nothing.
Michelle gets cred for mentioning Pee Wee’s bike fail too and it made me find the theme song which is DOPE incarnate and will light a fire under your ass today.
Then I went for a tan. I don’t know why I am making angry face I’m probably sucking it in as hard as I can is why.
Progress progress! So glad that skinnier girl walked in to my frame ha whatever. Kay bye.
Sunday is the day of blogging. If it’s not for drinking Irish style. I just uploaded 70 photos it does take a lot of time to do. The day went by and now it’s 4:20 haha. I want to go work out with my bro so I’ll come back to this post likely after our work out but I may as well put something down. I am happy to report that I have lost weight, am on day 10 or 11 of my diet and I’m in the ketosis euphoria state of being aka MANIA it’s radular!! Plus my ear medicine is helping my metabolism (bonus) and um, I’m just happy now. I like being single. I’m appreciating it more. I love company don’t get me wrong but I just “have a lot going on” so it’s kinda easier to be focused when you’re alone.
You think you’re cool cos you live in Toronto? You’re a bitch because you live in Toronto. #futureburn. I love these clean lines, the uniformity don’t you? I met Paul Stanley standing right here basically I was 16. It was a moment for sure.
Time to pump iron brb. These are going to be the weirdest collection of pics ever lol sorry.
Hey I’m back. I feel great. Leslie I am taking you to this joint next you’re in Toront-ho.
I am predictable. I like what I like my comforts are my own, I seem to habit the same haunts. I forget that this place sometimes gets severely underneath my skin too though, especially tourist Saturdays.
