February 1, 2013
Much better natural.
Because instagram forces you to crop it.
I remember when selfies were all I took until I made my blog world about other things too and told the story in that way. Now there are girls I see “on the internet” photo-blasting their faces off but when I do it (the odd once or twice now) I seem to get the most flack for it. Bizarre.
In any event I have things to pretend to do now so have a great one. I’ll blog my VDay article later if they run it today. xoxoxoo bro.
January 31, 2013
This post is a grower not a shower. Cooking and atin’ and drankin’ tunes.
January 30, 2013
Whattagwan ready for some tasty pics?
I got mad work to do if I’m going to be all fit and fab for my thirtieth. @_@ not to be a genius or anything but I don’t think bone marrow is very good for you.
These will be the ONLY TWO instagrammed photos of the post. Promise. I’m keeping it real no matter how I feel.
The east end is a nice little town. That it is.
This joint is a cross between Dick Tracy meets Great Gatsby. Everyone was dressed the part.
Yes I made up dickhead observations like usual but I was right and all in all it is a lovely joint with a great vibe and had a good time. Invented a new drinking game rapid fire resto naming and if the other dined there they got to go twice in a row eventually it gave way to just any fucking place in the city from diner to dive to all the upscale pretentious snooty awesome ones. I feel like foodies are huge prickheads myself included – sure sure $23 tobacco Manhattan (W.Lodge) lay it on me, right? Dickfaces who don’t care if they die tomorrow. I love it. Perfect place for you!
Apothecary bev called a Penicillin. Scotch-based. Lemon tart sweet and medicinal in taste. Raymbooze approved. Scotch tastes like paint thinner to me and the lemon cuts through it nicely and there’s a zap of ginger too. Replete with garnish candy yum.
An old fascist. The names of these drinks definitely had a lot to do with why we came here. Place being Goods and Provisions.
Don’t prick your tongue with this bad ass metal toothpick like I did.
Do eat the korean fried chicken.
I should have warned you this post was going to be intense.
Gone.
Then smoked ribs + a vielle carre. That’s that. Mi gone. Mi dun wid yuh. xoxo Workout tonight.
It was super foggy out last night so it was a little difficult capturing all the cray in its true essence glory and splendor. I feel like the owner of this house would really enjoy watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre, like every remake. Just a hunch. Have a nice lunch!
PSSSSSSSST. Look!
I’m getting full uniforms, in every size. Being me rules sometimes. Does this mean I can just walk in to any hooters pick up a pitcher and pour it in to my mouth? YES. Try and stop me. Take orders for tables and ahh I’m going to have fun with this. I even get the shoes and the weird socks and panty hose too. If you have not been paying close attention then you won’t know that in life all weird things lead to even stranger things so just roll with it and say yes when someone offers to print your brand name on their brand name.
One more thing, wanna come to this with us Feb 12?
Leave a vomment and you’ll be in the running for a pair of tickets. Last year’s event was a wild success. It’s a great opportunity to network, agency schmooze and champagne booze.
Now hump day it upppp buttercup.
Ah gad just wait’ll you see what I ate last night.
The diet starts today. And I feel like I’m getting sick again. This winter, I tell you.
Hey Raymi,
You had a cameo in my dream last night, so I thought I’d say hi :-).
You were driving a purple rocket-powerd ice-cream monster truck with 2 GIGANTIC cotton candy cannons on the front. The cannons were shooting pink spun-sugar clouds all over pristine suburban neighborhood streets. You had comically and impossibly long fingernails, which u used as an excuse to not give any of the kids ice-cream (“I’m not gonna break a nail getting your dumb ass a bomb pop”). The cacophonous music that emanated from the massive “Fuck your ears” sound system, was an insanely loud and bass-heavy RZA remix of the ice-cream song.
Then the cops came. Sirens and lights from every direction. Coming for you.
You took off in a cartoon-like explosion, leaving nothing but a soft pink blanket of sugar, screeching smoking tire marks, and a conical flurry of exclaimation points.
Finally, LOUD construction from the building next to mine woke me up. I audibly exclaimed, “what the fucking fuck?!?!”
Kinda badass, right? But… uhhh… what the fucking fuck?
Hope all is well.
On a writing deadline right now so I’ll tell you my stupid shit later kay bye.
