Hi everybody. It’s funny how Attention Deficit Disorder can totally– I can barely finish that sentence!
I always look like carbage when we go on the vespa. It didn’t really make sense to do my hair before all that. Some guys like girl scruffs anyway. Scruff Life. Also I find that some of the hottest girls are disgustng slobs in real life most of the time. Like why gym rats always wear jogging pants. It’s so obnoxious and in your face. Here is this giant dickhead who eats sleeps dreams breaths gym, cloaked in basketball jogging pants that look like a giant tent. It makes me think of youth. And University. I have a University boner because I never went. I was jinxed at birth with giftedness and needn’t to learn no more. Maybe I will go back to school like Rodney Dangerfield. Just so I can do a back flip off a series of diving boards and impress a barely attractive smartly dress distinguished woman. Wow next thought please.
My hair looks like a number seven at you.
My messy hair looks the same as the birds. My right nostril is bigger than my left. GREAT WHAT’S NEXT. Trust me this blog post is going to be really amazing. Really really. I think I am having a love affair with hating blogging right now or I am just satiated that I have a couple new work gigs (Playboy + something else :)) so I can “just chill” but I think do I have to keep going with my blog or have I blogged enough? If people want new news daily, maybe they can just wait? I think bloggers who blog less than me grapple with the need for daily blog postings, of the why bother? sort.
Checkered shirt, checkered hat. Check.
Before or after Demi/Ashton split? The answer is integral to my wanting to watch this gotta ba bona fide mega hit flick. What could it even be about!??? Don’t tell me!
I’d rather post this particular Q&A on my blog where I can control everything. Muahaha. I actually also would like to extend a kudos-inspired shout out to my haters right now because you’ve “been good” lately and I truly appreciate it. I don’t want to be fighting all the time or be pissed off, hurt, sensitive, defensive (your favourite) so thank you in advance for canning it and just watching the show. It’s not over yet. You know I’m a big believer in not fucking with nature, just let it roll and see how it pans out on its own. I’m a choose your own adventure type. Any teeny ripple in the matrix can lead one’s stream this way or that coursing over rocks in the riverbed called life so thank you for letting me crash my own “slowest moving trainwreck in Toronto”, much obliged. Love Ronald McBlogald.
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“An Open Letter to Haters”
One of the things that came up in your interview is your thoughts on all the haters out there, who have nothing but criticism for your blog. What would you say to all the haters of your work, and all the haters out there in general? And what words of encouragement would you give to people who want to share their lives with others in a similar way to you?
I’ve always “been hated” but I am smart enough to know the true meanings behind it and it doesn’t really hurt me all that much at all. If you’re successful then you have haters. It just sucks for them that they’re not doing anything for themselves in this world than torment some chick who invented a niche for herself and inspires so many others to do the same, to lead fun lives and achieve goals. What a waste of time focusing all of that negative jealous energy. Lately they’ve been hush-hush as I’ve enforced a zero tolerance approach to haters – disarm, delete, ignore. They are nothing to me and are nothing but negative trash purposely trying to bring me down to their level and distract me from my game, so I delete and ban them, sometimes ban them from even accessing my blog period. They know this by now so they just shut up and enjoy the show because if they lip me off again, more banning. I am on the internet for my friends, my long time internet friends and fans and there is so much work to do everyday I really cannot afford to piss away my time fighting with assholes who have nothing better to do or this is the best they can do. I invite people to all of my events, come meet me, have a “discussion” to my face if you feel so fucking strongly because this is the free time I have alloted for bloggy time extracurriculars, but no they prefer darkness and shadows and that’s why I am famous and they aren’t.
How I felt in May. How I feel now, there are more things to say but for now, Bye from Ray.
Where were we now. Oh right. I ran up 6 flights of stairs to get Madonna tickets after biking like a madwoman across town to Amy’s to get my new crazy pants so I biked in a big triangle from Libville to The Juncsh to D/T back to Libville. As I was hoofing it up the stairs I saw stars as I shook my head and laughed at myself for my stup-cray-idity. Any opportunity to get the maximum workout bonus points, take. This is the view from half way up.
This is me almost fainting out of a window. Splat.
What’s up girl. All her hair is cut off now, looks great.
MMM vodka cucumbers. Not a smart lunch snack because they truly do absorb all that up.
I’ve had these uploaded awhile, I don’t remember if I blogged them yet. I don’t think I did.
I am going to continue on my non-cheese diet. Maybe. There can always be exceptions made, rules broken. I am a pig.
Don’t wear it out.
I think I’m getting sick. I delude myself that I’m not until I am full-blown sick. It’s in my throat. Great. Send juice.
Killigrew tees I be lovin’ ‘em.
Your face makes me LOL. J/k I couldn’t think of anything else.
Part of blogging on a daily basis is that you need to create spectacles, go out and have adventures, and otherwise try to create interesting content from your everyday life. Most people aspire to be adventurous, be open to new experiences and to be confident enough to try new things. What is your advice on how to lead a “Minxy Lifestyle”? How would you encourage others to go out and lead their everyday lives in as interesting a way as possible?
It depends on what people want to get out of life, are they living this life on social media or is it truly for them? I would say live balls to the wall and just enjoy your life and if you have the inclination to capture and share it, then yes please do because people get off on that and want to live life through you sometimes if they so happen to be too busy to party, rockclimb, surf and so on. A minxy lifestyle (to me) is a detailed one maybe even a selfish one. If it’s not fun then it’s done. Changing it up is important too cos no matter how fun your scene is, it can get a little tired eventually. If I discover a new restaurant and say they have cheap drinks and free food on a certain day, I am bringing all of my friends there so they can get in on it too in a How to Live your Life My Way fashion. If I’m invited to a ballin’ event I am going to see how many +1’s I can get so that the experience will be as fun as possible. For the same token flipped over to the other side, if there’s an event taking over the city and I am not feeling it, I’ll leave town and do my own thing and enjoy that immensely. I do not dig over-saturation and sometimes glitzy affairs can be stifling and stressful. I’m in to pampering self days that turn in to weeks lol.
I wrote this months and months ago in another life but by all things scribed from your hero with time, the seasoning is still pleasening. TOT featured me and asked me a few questions along with that piece of which they wrote their own very flattering RTM kudos profile (scroll below the video for a refresher). Here is one of the questions I fleshed out a retort on. I’ll share the others in a separate post to not overwhelm you all at once by. Less is more.
xo Raymbot.
Do I look like a genie in this hat?
As a dedicated blogger, you live in the public eye. What is it like to have your entire life on display? What does it feel like to feel compelled to update your readers on your private moments on a daily basis? You are your own paparazzi. What are the ups and downs of sharing your most intimate moments with everyone? We’d love to hear what you think about your day-to-day.
It feels great (most times) to live life on display, it’s instant gratification on attention I’ve demanded, commanded. It can get a bit speedy at times when I’m doing a lot of events and projects at once plus trying to cover it all on my blog and maintain a semblance of me-time. Of recent however, I’ve slowed down on my content output timing it with the change of season from winter to summer (kind of how it is in Toronto with no spring in-between) because a lot of people get busy now. They go out more and surf online less. I’m trying to make a healthy balance and I had a schedule I stuck to of doing one thing every other day as a means to not let content stack up and overwhelm me as it is at the moment but that’s life and it’s good to keep busy. I try to keep my private stuff private because bloggers seem to do more of that lately but also because trolls and haters and those with no lives feed off scraps of personal information like parasites you cannot be rid of. I created a monster with my lust for traction and infamy and I got what I wished for so now “every little thing” is juicy and with almost 12 years of footprints and tracks behind me, my readers can read between lines, assume ghosts that are not (or are) there about me and my comings and goings, demanding information like it’s a right. No matter what I do next THEY WILL ALWAYS KNOW. It feels. Hahhaa. It’s fun, I can toy with it, fuck with them, script my own life, detail my destiny and construct the final picture in this certain scope that is unique and entertaining, even to myself. I am in love with sharing I am in love with life first and foremost and that shows. It’s only the ego and that of others that ruin everything. The only downside to sharing your everything with everyone is if or when I get fat and old, but that’s it. It’s my vanity that will take the hit but I know I will always be beautiful in some capacity so I don’t care. I don’t tend to worry about the future because I like living in the now and I take things one day at a time. I don’t do more than I can handle, I don’t blog and spin my wheels like crazy and use every internet platform there is to get people to love me. I am patient and calm and I know that they will come, it will come. Not to sound like a wizard but I feel the times they are a changin’ (Bob Dylan) and I like it. I am about to dump my life on its head again and it feels good.
As a notable with It-girl status and media accreditation, minor celebrity, I know now that blogging is no longer the way of the future but the way. We blog therefore we are. Read it read it! It’s all happening. Thanks to Vasko, Steve, Alex and Tanya for making this shoot fly. Hop. All that. There’s also a little Bio on me too if you forgot who I was or something (how could you ever forget me).
RAYMI BUNNY BIO…My entire life I’ve wanted to be a famous writer and I feel like I have achieved that for the most part. Writing and sharing are my favourite passions, I was born to storytell. I’ve got the infamous half accomplished but I have my sights on becoming a legend. A word that comes to mind when I think of Playboy Enterprises Inc.
I was in a music video the other night too, it was a late one. Thanks for hooking that up Andrew! In the biz all you have to be is available sometimes. And been around awhile at that. Glad for my music groupie days of yore accruing contacts and friends. It’s what and who you know and if you don’t know what, then pretend!
John & Yoko have hung out at this guy’s place back in the day. Barry (Director, old friend of mine) said not to smile. I took that very seriously.
Mark Loughman. It’s his songs with other big names. They shot 3 videos at once or over the course of their time at The Royal York. I am so pumped for my video cameo and the band that plays the song’s edit in to our gangster storyline. Fifth time being in a music video now. I have more pics from the shoot on my camera I’ll blob when I get some time.
That one piece has been getting a lot of action lately, first PBE then vid-ay-oh. It came from Nearly Naked on Queen, I love Nancy the owner and local lingerie shops, so convenient and independent.
When we bent over to pick up our helmets we bonked heads. Oh dear.
My pizza. (I made this btw if it wasn’t clear). I had some more of it just now. I was crashing. It is just as delish today as it was last night. Cheeseless. Steve gets bloated from cheese so I decided to eat like a vegan too. I know they are super skinny people so why not. You have to restrict in some capacity or other when you drink a bottle of red wine and demolish chocolate bars practically every night. Seriously something’s gotta give I bet I make Dan Aykroyd look like Zoey Deschanel (is known to have ridiculous diet restrictions/allergies. Hates tofu, allergic to everything else, is vegan. LOLOLLLL).
I buy two bags worth of greenery each shopping trip now. Lets go to the farmer’s market soon, where are they please supply a list thank you. Also Brickworks for sure, is it only open weekends? Steve hasn’t been. He has no idea! I always make a time of it.
Also what’s going on Nuit Blanche when is that again? This year I just want to roam and not be tied down to something, I dunno. Someplace warm would be good too like being an installation at the Gladstoner even though I just said I didn’t want to be tied down. Make me an offer I can’t refuse. Make it VIPleasey. I got hired based on just bumping into my friend Rob in my bear suit last year. I rule therefore I am.
I miss Stew.
Stew said that is no way for a ladybear to behave. Stew is Gaymi by the way.
That was fun. I am only wearing one giant earring in this video too. One fell off. Check my wizard hair though!!!
I skulked in the tub yesterday. It was terrible weather out, just terrible. I will probably stay drunk all winter long. I treated myself to lunch in Russia today (a cucumber soaked in vodka from my jar) after eating a slice of my homemade pizza. It’s Saturday. Like days of the week matter to guys like me. Hey, I’m a guy like me!
I can’t facebook pics from phone anymore because I upgraded my blackberry fb app go figure but anyway had I been able to I would have captioned this one “on a looking at pictures of food only diet today”. When we went food shopping at the hipster loblaws last night I was zombie-stupid. Girls are stupid. The world is stupid. I ate the second half of my mac at the Drive-In because I do what I want. Steve wouldn’t have any, there are onions in the mac.
Another present to add to the pile of others for my niece. She will be 14. My bro was like NO THAT’S FOR ME!! Nothing changes ever. Dad said he took her out today and bought her all this stuff. They went to Harvest Table even. I was like oh you have another Lauren and he want oh awww. He’s reading the bio Amy Winehouse’s dad wrote and says she talked to him like I talk to him. Don’t make me post that Raymi Winehouse video of us playing Wrongbar, Duncs. I’ll post this instead.
Dad what is that guy doing behind you? Lol.
Steve-o picked up hair clips off a bud in Yorkville he was just talking about then the guy appeared and he told me twice how much of a good girlfriend I was because I wanted to pay for them, “she’s trying to pay for them behind your back Steve.” Steve pays for them, I get all the credit. Score one Raymi. Btw sometimes when Steve calls me Raymi it’s weird. It’s weird when I call him Steve too, is that weird? He then says Lauren in this serious way, then we laugh and say I love you for the millionth time that day.
Dropped off luggage, picked up bike. My glasses were perfect for my pants you’re welcome.
Needs more hotel.
This fell from the side table or I forgot about it on the bed (doughnut) and it smashed, I picked up the glass with my bare hands lying on the bed while Steve got the rest and we put a towel down. I think you can buy these glasses from your room or if you take one they charge you? Well good luck with smashing one bro. I told them when we checked out like a good guilted-Canadian conscience ought. Then someone was like AND I TOOK A ROBE from behind me. Just kidding, but that would be awesome. Probably happened in a movie. Like where all things happen. Movies > Friends.
Had those stupid chicks not stopped us to chat we would have gone up to the room and seen our credit then eaten downstairs in the bar instead of real sports.
I shouldn’t have left my camera in the room. Still haven’t gone through Steve’s haul of coverage.
Free Pussy! Oh guess what, I am in the New York Times again today. In the Blogrunner from the Headlines around the web. That’s my FOURTH TIME being in The New York Times now. Were you out takin’ a wizz or sumthin’? I am a New York Times Blog source. I requested a NYT from Le Germain and my cosmic psychic powers made that happen I suppose. Also the word MADONNA. Madonna. COUGH COUGH madonna. Madonna. Aruba. I mean Madonna. Lol. Maybe this post will make it too.
See why this angered me?
That was cool though I liked that. It was all Eyes Wide Shut spooky-electrifying. Monks chanting chill and thrill me.
Action figure doll pose. Sorry for the pigeon toe.
Great thinking going down at this perch. Steve got us Stoli to give thanks. Thanks to the Vodka Gods.
Madonna’s tour buses for the dancers and whatnot. She was probably housed somewhere swanky.
