A girl on #BBUK yesterday was wearing this exact same get-up as me! Same shirt same glasses samesies sames.
I am really feeling you on this oil and spices thing.
And cheap bellinis and free apps during happy hour. Deadly. I thought a guy was walking a cat after this sindustry evening well spent, reminded me of a fav bar joke of mine: What is the difference between a dog and a fox? Oh, about four or five drinks. Lulzipan.
Raspberry, peach, mango, peach, raspberry. Great way to start the week.
I can’t help but pose stupidly upstairs when I see the Lennon portrait peace signing back at me. It makes me “get over myself”.
Goodbye this car.
Goodbye this hair, I bought deep brown dye that I’ll get busy with after a run with snoop doggy dog once I finish this snoop bloggy blog.
When I was seventeen I happened upon this exquisite way to pose in photos, looking down and taken from a little bit above.
Maybe I won’t dye my hair yet. We’ll see.
This is me as a crabby person.
Dry rub smoked wings. I don’t think I have to tell you that they were fabulous.
Smoked martini with a scotch wash (scotchy scotch scotch) I don’t like the taste of scotch so I don’t know why I said yes to that little extra, but it did give it a bit more of a kick and thus I didn’t down it as fast a reg dirty (or smoked) martini. I’m part-Kerouac I like ta drink.
Glorious sun.
Nice to meat you. Meat injection time!
Look at that!
This just gave me ten trillion times more motivation for my run now.
Then we went to auntie Rebecca’s for Stella’s first time. Her head and eyeballs were going all around like wild cos she was having a blast and smelling and smiling everywhere. Rebecca‘s cat was a big pussy about it though.
Told ya they cast a shadow.
I think I liked it better before but now we have a legitimate breast brothers bonding thing now so, thumbs up. This piece is on wood you can check it out at her show in July at Cardinal Rule (date TBD).
Curry pad thai.
Gorge sky and then the clouds turned pink can ya give it a break I’m trying to watch tv.
Hey there dudes got a question for ya, does this look like an oven to you?
Well to some cray Austrian artist genius guy it does. Can you tell what it is? If you follow along I will show you. Too bad Bech didn’t come she’s Austrian too.
Tat sent me deets on a foodiexclusive rehearsal/media preview of the TORONTO CARRETILLA INITIATIVE (huh?) some fancy arty thing that’s part of Luminato Festival. I thought it sounded like a unique concept (housing it at Brickworks was a good tip-off), something fun to try, and at the very least a reason to wear my floral apron plus free grub and entertainment. You’ll get a chance to check it out in the Distillery and some other places from the 9th of June to the 17.
There, that was easy! Hmm LA Weekly you don’t say. So basically they clamp a bunch of shopping carts together with cutting boards and mini propane tanks and stoves in a U-assembly-line formation and then get a-cooking. It goes set-up, prep, eat, dismantle then skidaddle. That’s pretty cool, novel, and I love a group participation pitch-in activity. It makes cooking way easier. You too can also sign up to get in line and help out, stick a kid in there why don’t you they are the best little helpers and you don’t have to lift a finger plus cutting garlic stresses me out.
Colleague said there was media royalty there yeah duh obviously. We saw Mr. Mintz but then he was gone before I could chat him up. You might recall this piece on me in the Star he wrote. Great headline, dad we should have it plaqued ha ha.
That was a great meal and we all got tanked, kind of, sort of. Right Rob? I have to re-html that blog post’s photos before I can link to it. My To Do list just bulged at the buckle. Oh intern! Corey wouldn’t allow my cellphone technology to make his food look fugly so I drew funny MS Paint drawings instead to kind of get around that, what an a-hole right? (what me or him lol).
Delicious and scary!
Anyway…
This apron is massive but you can cinch it up teeny weeny. I wore it to Barque Smokehouse afterward because I was not done eating. It’s a total decorative apron I will probably lose my mind if I actually get food on it, which I did, a pocket full of brisket ah gaaad.
Two dishes were up on offer. One sweet and the other savoury, you guessed it. Here I am inspecting the sweet one. Any guesses?
It’s gnocci! With icing sugar on it whaaaaaaat? Plus poppy seeds! Oh get out of town. It was the softest most oowy-gooey disintegrate-on-your-tongue gnocci I’ve ever had, so fresh, like just invented fresh. The sugar was an interesting blend with the poppy seeds, although I definitely pitch for the savoury team I will never turn down food. It’s rude and that’s not the right attitude. I get really offended by picky eaters, sometimes even allergies. How dare your gluten sensitivities hurt that poor baguette’s feelings! There, there, little baguette. I will eat you. Munch munch, all better now as I scowl hard at you haha kidding. (I don’t kid).
Gotta love food artists. Love messing with them cos they take it so seriously, only once my belly is full though, beforehand it’s all manners for days then once your little grilled cheese sandwich (Ruby Watch co. wink wink) is in my hands and in my mouth, gloves are off.
I will beet you senseless! I will beet you at anything I beet! This was the savoury one, the garlic smell was palpable throughout and flavour too and at the bottom of the beet pile was more of that baby soft gnocci mm mmm there goes a skinny day out the window. Good thing I did lots of sit-ups and tricep extensions the night prior. And I went on a psycho run before colleague picked me up.
Verdict: Beets were born to stain white cotton. BORN TA! So I better get this in my mouth quick. Also I was fungry.
And that’s what it looks like all put together.
So friggin’ cool.
I tried to mask my runner’s hair, did I succeed? Sometimes you can do a sloppy braid and adorn yourself in lots of glitz and colour and they might not notice.
Alexa and I discuss my hair. I self-deprecated (as usual), caught myself and said JUST TAKE THE COMPLIMENT and we all agreed. Thank you for helping me better myself Alexa! Lets do lunch sometime.
I really like this picture of us too.
I made him take my picture doing this cos I gave myself a hand washing complex when in fact I do it all the time and the last time I went to Lee’s or Sound Academy was ages ago I probably wash my hands 40 times a day. Ok maybe half that.
Ahhhhhhhh sweet clean endorphins release relief.
They were ahead of schedule so some of the assembly line action was missed and baby didn’t have to get messy but I still wanted the photo opp, always get the photos kids.
But then faking to making it quickly turned in to actually making it oh great. Whenever I am hamming it up I always get busted but then I strike a pose like what they are seeing is supposed to be happening and raymi voodoo hypnotizes them in to my trap.
He’s got me in his sights, I have poppy seed butter in mine.
I wanted to at least “do something” so I grated parm on his gnocci. I even screwed that up. Only just a little
My aim and projectory was slightly off, I don’t think I grated any on to the ground I could barely get a good grate on. Well no, I think I did three good ones in succession. Hi, I’m dumbing it down, have we met? I’m pretty sure I said, “I can’t think of everything!” Lol. I’m always practising my peewee herman tv show dialogue. GOOD MORNING MR. T CEREAL!
I offered to help dismantle then kicked myself because I did not actually want to do it but then I dug the hole deeper in bragging about handy girl skills like Sayed (#lost) building houses for a not for profit charity collective and now I am pissed all over for Rebecca ruining the end of lost for me, I haven’t seen the final two episodes. COOL THANKS DUDE!
I think wearing an apron to food feature gigs could be part of my “thing” also I have the matching platter to this so you could stick me in some bizarre a la eyes wide shut secret society party. If you like that kinda thing I recommend seeing Sleeping Beauty btw. No not that one, this one.
You might recognize that chick from Sucker Punch (another wicked flick). Anyway…
The man himself! Rainer Prohaska.
Cool guy, Can tell he’s deep and thoughtful. We didn’t speak too much (I kind of just babbled) but I felt the aura, the, chocolate, sound of music austrian spirit emanating from him. Ooh I want to go hang out on a mountain in a nice little cottage now I will have to schedule some serious daydreaming Tumblr time in the very near future.
I’m still hungry lets go somewhere, but where?
Will they make fun of me if I wear my apron? Does it look like I care? Mom those are the black pants you gave me they made me look like a server. That was my intention for some reason. A little PR girl here, housewifey there, what-e-ver.
FTS!
Our last joyride in colleague’s car. He sold it and was late collecting me cos he almost got a speeding ticket. That is so colleague worst luck ever with tickets. Gave me more time to work on my hairstyle.
Here is a list of the upcoming menu schedule for the Carretilla Inish in TO. Bake em away toys!
Schedule: TORONTO CARRETILLA INITIATIVE
June 9
12:00 PM, Distillery Historic District
“Austrian Potato Soup”
3:30 PM, Distillery Historic District
“Italian Potato Soup”
6:30 PM, Distillery Historic District
“French Potato Soup”
June 10
12:00 PM, Distillery Historic District
“Simple Potatoes with Salt and Butter”
3:30 PM, Distillery Historic District
“Potato Cheese”
6:30 PM, Distillery Historic District
“Tyroler Gröstl”
June 11
12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square
“French Potato Soup”
June 12
12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square
“Tyroler Gröstl”
5:30 PM, Berczy Park
“Tyroler Gröstl”
June 13
12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square
“Tortilla”
5:30 PM, Fort York
“Tortilla”
June 14
12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square
“Gnocchi”
June 15
12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square
“Gnocchi Leftover”
3:30 PM, Loblaws at Maple Leaf Gardens, 60 Carlton
Hey. I’m trying to think of something to blog. I am avoiding the TO DO pile of somethings to blog. I also have cellphone pics to burn through. I just finished some interview q’s (finally) and finished up a little business emailing (no, not a nap lol) so time to make like a blog and blog. This is from May 2-4. Perfect weather weekend. A really great time. The city was eating me alive to I skipped town for awhile.
I wore the dreamy mint dress.
I matched my nails to it.
I started longboaring again.
And I got a lot of sun.
This is me pulling a Peter Sellers whisper I AM DRUNK SHHHH move on Rebecca.
This was a long frickin’ day too. The High school premiere so early in the morning (Minx’s are nocturnal creatures), shopping our way to eaton centre, drinks on patio then walked all the way home to freshen up for this.
Fatigue hit me once we were on the Caddy patio and then darkness warshed over the dude and it was night night.
I’ll say it again, that outfit was the breast.
Always wash your hands, always take the opportunity to have clean hands in this germy world especially when sick which I was at the time. If you’re too tanked to wash your hands then do not touch anything. Sometimes I am known to say f-k it I am cleaner than absolutely everything in this bathroom so I’m not bothering this time. Usually Sound Academy’s and Lee’s Palace ladies rooms which are kind of trashed always. I will keep you posted on other places in the city I don’t wash my hands when I think of it. If I am killing time then I will wash my hands. WOW HUGE NEWS BROS.
I kind of look like a midget here? Where is my neck?
I may or may not have made my stomach talk to people.
I didn’t have one.
Excellent.
That’s Rebecca’s sexy NYC dress.
Okily dokily changing directions now I met up with mummsy at her gym to check it oot. She won an ambassadorship for a 1-on-1 personal trainer program at Emerge – a Lifestyle & Fitness Training facility in the heart of D/T Oakville (psst it’s where the rich people go). This is Darrin he’s my mom’s trainer (the gym’s founder) and naturally by now they are besties. He’s cray like her and mouthy. Great. I was annoyed immediately by them lol.
But it’s working. Darrin’s go her on a strict diet (the same shit I was telling her years ago but she would not listen) that she sticks to and she works out regularly with him plus walks extra on her own cray cray Tray Tray time. Go mom!
What a poetic parking ticket.
After gym we had tea.
Past success stories.
My posture is aight.
Lois has joined the training program too. I think I might do a little working out here MAYBE. I’d rather be longboarding around town actually, which I woulda been if it wasn’t friggin’ raining all weekend long.
The gym has a sweet terrace balcony. Mom, make Darrin host a cocktail party here with healthy snacks during Jazz fest or something.
He was pissed but did not blow his top.
These are my mom’s photos. I am a lay-zay ass with mine I am too overwhelmed by the amount of content I accumulate so I sit on it, look at it, poke around with it, sprinkle it around tumblr a little. It’s like my brain is clocking out, I think I have overdone this blog-thing so I’m slowly letting the air out of my tires so they don’t burst, slowing down a little. Too much life is the problem. Also the amount that we document.
There it is behind me, above Paradiso. Which my mom pronounces, PARA-DI-SIO and I have long since stopped correcting.
Okay now, to tackle the boat pictures for my niece. Time for a doggy run and to prepare for a fun thing I am doing this afternoon! I get to wear my floral apron finally.
I hosted this with zero preparation or head’s up that I’d have to do it. Oh so natural. For some reason when I heard panel I envisioned tables and microphones for my co-panelists and I like the United Nations but that is not what I got haha. Enjoy for I have over eleven minutes of pure bliss for you. I’ll upload the edge of your seat second half of the video footage results later. Hard maybe on that one folks.
An instance of second place being first place, against Jonathan, who came in dead last. Then once I mastered the art of blowing shit up while racing it was pretty magnificent. The girls played too. Jules liked Street Fighter better.
Oh great a shittier version of the other picture and the same stupid pose too but this time with glasses (I keeps it Full Metal Jacket). Me so cute. Life feels like war sometimes so wearing an army helmet felt natural. My grandfather was in WWII in intelligence. He bombed Nazis. HOLLA! Also, holla at me jew boys heeheh I think that gets me some challah for life. ‘spect.
Ferry wharf obvs.
Scooby Doo.
I asked turtleneck if he was wearing a turtleneck because he’s better than everybody else then we said “it’s pretentious” at the same time then I said I like it. Hanging out with younger dudes and sass mouthin’ ‘em is kind of my bag. This other kid is dressed as Conrad Black allegedly and is un-allegedly doing the international sign for a BJ.
They call me the murderer.
Dreams really do come true.
I have had a thing for JCVD since Universal Soldier. My brother and I used to say MY NAME IS SERGEANT ANDREW SCOTT (bad guy soldier and JCVD’s nemesis) now how much hotter did I just get for saying all of that?
His accent really is somethin’ else like the guy just can’t even say words without adding an ‘h’ sound here, extra syl-Labble there, it’s the frenchy way.
The most ridiculous drinks ever after a couple you just give in. The vortex swallowed us up just like your mother, who also swallows. Pighead persona day yay!
Did you have fun Bechnique? Yes you did. After this we went to Supermarket and danced up a storm and now I am pledging to go dancing one night a week at least cos I love that shit and I am the best at it. I even breakdanced a little bit on the w/e too. On Friday. I impressed an entire crew of break-dancing dudes (just go with it ok this actually happened) and there’s evidence out there somewhere and that dancing lead to Supermarket’s inflated sense of self esteem groovin’ moves and the rest will be history. Yeah right I probably dance like Elaine.
She was shitty pretty™.
Get it right get it wrong i don’t care just get it.
There ya go. I wussed out on adding a black smear of makeup beneath each eye figuring I would regret it if we went elsewhere and based on how we were dancing and being encircled at SM Jules and I agreed that people would not be able to handle the army helmet so we made a pile of our purse jackets crap on the floor and danced around it by the back stairs and decided to not go in to the sweaty shit show back room cave but become our own dance circle hostesses for departing and entering drunken bros and hos. It was a great time right kids?
Remember that Beetle Bailey comic? How old is the youngest person who reads my blog? Do I even want to know that? I know the brands wanna know.
Caught a train back to city. I was not around for the Eaton Center shooting. I notice once the seasons change to spring a lot of cray shit happens in the world. Can’t people just be normal? Hugs not drugs people and if drugs avoid the zombie kinds.
My tank top turns in to stupid a Johhny Depp (sometimes Brad Pitt) hat. I just missed the downpour. It stopped by the time I hit Libville. I had a lot of interesting looks on the weekend because it rained and I did not pack for it properly at all. Bikinis and summer maxi dresses, not one hoodie or a proper jacket so I had to layer all these weird things together and I was unnerved by it. If you don’t got your gear together then your game ain’t gonna be right. I should just stick to a uniform life would be easier. Boringer. Albeit easier. I prefer difficulty. Doesn’t everybody? So stupid.
I had to show Bechnique what my hat looked like she was going to wait for me with roses at the station but then it started to pour. She was going to pick me a weed flower actually. It was going to be romantic. She waited for me at my place instead and gave me a blade of grass that she didn’t actually give or pick and that I did not take okay we get it. I dashed inside and changed for the Street Fighter party.
I need to update my ipod tunes.
Looks like night but is actually a glooming ominous cloud following some lightning. I am scared of lightning.
I liked my hair.
Needs a trim.
I look like Aslan.
I’m going to dye it again soon.
It’s true. Patio season rules.
See the layering? I even wore my rubber boots from wakestock they were in my mom’s trunk nice try Tracey get your own. Also thank you for all the clothes I’ll blog the gym pics next. I thought I looked like Russell Simmons in this over-sized hat like exactly haha.
My mom wore these on the boat on May 2-4 and I wanted my own pair so Lois got me a pair so cozy and vibrant. My mom’s feet popped like cray there is no way I am hanging out with you in those attention winning sandals and not have a pair on my own feet.
Oink oink baby. BBQ back bacon sandwich.
See how teeny I was before I hit the burbs, well as I hit it, then consumed all of it. And those pants hadn’t been broken in yet. I stay between 120-124lbs btw. On ultra skinny day-times I go to 118 and if I am being an asshole or wicked stressed 115. I am not pro-ana at all just sometimes I divulge this shit and girls wanna know so, there you go.
The bra is a little ridiculous I know. Teach picked it out for me one time in Burlington. I’d like to get some smaller ones so I am not lying my face off all the time with these big cans but what does it really matter anyway I don’t think I am any less pretty or more hot with or without a padded chest. I prefer to be flat I just didn’t have time to pack an alternative more modest bra after the Maestro video. I only wear the bra so the world can’t see my nips and these 3F shirts are see-through. My leopard print bra fits better under this shirt I think and I like the print that pokes out. Taking this ginger thing a little seriously much? Peach is a wickedly cosmetic tone, anything in the coral family, it just zaps life in to your appearance.
On our way to Yorkville for the Maestro video shoot.
I love looking at these, they make me happy, the bottles of polish too. I collect things and group them in assimilating colours.
These girls owe me a bottle! The flooding of Union Station was another reason why I stayed oot of town.
Right before our food came. Some people might recognize this bar.
Mmm brunch I’d love some brunch right meow. I will settle for a handful of spicy ketchup ruffles.
It’s never too early for burlesque. A surf rockabilly band competition was afoot it was a really funexpected time.
I had the egg white scramble wrap.
We caught the last act, Esther Deville I think.
Yeah budday!
Good move. Next Sunday there’ll be more burlesque brunch. It felt like being at a party, well, I guess it was but when your intent is just food then turns into a mimosa surf concert and entertainment, that sounds like a party. Plus I finally met Mysterion.
Hi Guy Smiley here on the scene reporting live from 1994 (when Street Fighter came out).
Ain’t no party like a Street Fighter party ‘cept maybe for a Mortal Kombat one. Mebbe.
Okay so like we went to this tewtally killer party last night bro and there were all these people there and we got totally annihilated and played video games on the big screen (street fighter obviously as well as a race car explosions game TUBULAR stuff) and then we street fought ate popcorn and I mc’d the costume party off the cuff and pulled it off completely. I’ll watch the video of it later and see whether it’s suitable or not for public consumption sharesies.
I lost three times in a row to the same guy playing this. But I beat the owner (Jonathan) of the theatre in car racing. Drunk video game driving on a theatre screen is the breast. I believe I peaked with this statement about it today though, “Pew pew explosion pew pew vroom vroom beep honk EXPLOSIONS.”
I was a bit lethal with my costume critiques (it’s what they wanted) but I was also very fair and nice and I even let some guy in the audience in no costume whatsoever win a prize because I am the nicest most generous human being on the planet if not this entire solar system. The roller derby girls liked my schtick too. Schtick? What schtick this is how I am, man.
Seat’s taken. It was very nice being the guest of honour and having dranks brought up to me (and the girls) plus cab fare to and fro! So many sugary drinks oh god it felt like being on a ship cos the floor was slanted in the foyer and then again in the theatre, trying to counter-balance that in mary jane wedges, complete boozy nightmare voyage adventure and the tropical umbrellas added to the allure, no complaints here. Btw I started wearing mary janes again cos I am no longer blond (too much of a Courtney Love combo) no one guessed that Raymi Trivia Q I put out there weeks ago. tsk.
We had a grand time and all who came out got their, whatever they wanted to get out of it, out of it. Many people even came away with personally tailored nicknames by yours truly, turtleneck somewhat seen here too. I liked his pretentious turtleneck.
Julesy Booboodoodoo was on the scene tornado kickin the streets away.
I will be totally fine if we get in to a street fight sometime this summer or you know, a fake one.
I may just have another screening party here sometime in the future. Any f-ing movie I want! Then bring xbox video games to play afterward or if my attention span wanes (it will) halfway through my stupid boring movie turn it off and play toy story 3 on xbox.
The taekwondo guy was not expecting our Julesy I was thinking ooh just you wait while rubbing my hands together anticipatorily.
Anybody with night vision goggles woulda been amused in watching us trying to navigate all our drinks and bodies and stuff into the back left aisle there’s like this uneven wooden riser platform to negotiate I was tapping the air with my foot for a long time three blind mice styles. Adorabz. Those gloves originate from my Gulag burlesque performance btw. I don’t think I ever got them back on in time though! ha.
Militia shit turns me on. I’ve seen a lot of war films.
Thanks again everyone for having us we really enjoyed ourselves and I love being included in shit like this ya I do you know it!
I think there were some crushes going around too lol.
Timing our kick shots was hard. Impossible.
Hotkward. I felt like Tina Fey at certain points on the microphone. More like micro-OWNED.
I cracked that Cyrus made this entire party built around his outfit that he loves haha. His friend is the taekwondo guy too so it makes sense. I learned Cyrus’ entire dirty history within seconds of meeting him pretty funny also he told Ted that “Raymi is like a celebrity and shit so respect man.” Ted won a prize for his costume too you’re welcome. Also you’re welcome for not divulging your juicy secrets on my blob.
Kick fail #235 I mean we can kick but the timing and the camera, not so.
Rebecca liked this one and you can barely notice me over her crotch area. Lookin’ fit damn girl it’s a print.
Most amazing pants ever they kept me contained all w/e long and stretched with me. 3F rules.
I was going for a facts of life kinda thing.
We liked Ted. I made all costumed persons perform a special skill or talent on the stage to help us determine their worthiness. It was funny. No idea what the hell Ted did but he was gonna win anyway. Everyone was like who are you supposed to be (to me). None of your business that’s who. I couldn’t remember anyone other than Chun Li. There were tons of army dudes in the flick so I was like there I am one of those guys okay people there thanks.
But of course.
Shout outs to Sean W for coming out too!
At least I am blinking. While you were blinking is a hotly anticipated sequel flick to While you were sleeping. It’s not a very long movie though.
Thursday saw me making my fourth music video cameo, these are some other shots from that.
Here I am sprinting.
Doing this with the Maestro watching was amazing.
I liked the fox and Rebecca liked the giraffe.
That’s Maestro in the Statue of Liberty tracksuit jacket I wasn’t sure how paparazzi I’d get so I just wanted this sneaky one in case it wouldn’t happen.
Now where were we ya little scamps? Is it Friday already? Well I’ll be. Lah-da-dee la-da-day. And so on. Like this outfit? Me too wish I wore it for the music video yesterday instead of sparkle dress 2000 but I saw the stills and it popped so I made a good bold move idea (for once) after all. I just wish I stashed an extra outfit for IMMEDIATELY after.
We killed it homies. All we had to do was make like we were taking pictures of ourselves like we always do anyway but this time get it right no ugly face that you gotta beg your girl to remove off facebook two days later when you come out of your bender, just one two three pose bam, bam, bam, bam BAM BAM BLAM BAM.
Guess who had more versatile looks of the two, put money down on it even. Just cos they diff don’t mean thay aint’s stupid. Please don’t put my furrowed forehead crease one in thank you.
The Maestro and yours truly. What a guy, so down to earth and nice. We felt really shy and awkward but played it cool but inside heads freeeeeeeeeaking out!! ahahah.
Trish also had a cameo why didn’t you tell me to dress like that? I can dress like that. I DRESS like that. She’s an artist on the same label I think? Anyway she was nicer than hell and came right over to me and Rebecca and blabbity blah fangirl crush and the rest is history.
Don’t even ask me why I wore my hair like that or glasses I don’t want to talk about it. No one else seemed to mind or care though and when we were doing this scene (Bech and I) Maestro said if he could whistle he would, traffic definitely took notice of my shiny ass. I forgot we were in the presence of a major celebrity when people would wave at us from cars and shit I’d wave like they were waving to me well, they weren’t! I wanted to jump into a sewer mega-embarrassing lol.
We are a rap star now Rebecca! Well I already was cos I sang back up on Roger Mooking’s new record AHEM *dusts shoulders off* (no need I is golden) please dear god stop talking like this me.
I used to live in this neighbourhood for a time it was surreal to come right back there again for a project such as this. I felt proud of myself. Baby did good. They made me keep my purse on the whole time haha.
Okay fine it was actually for a pepsi commercial. Jajaja. There’s a sequin dress pepsi commersh out there somewhere I am sure. This is Joe, thanks to Joe I got this gig. And many more in le future too SWEET.
Wearing this outfit even woulda been smart but nuh-ooooooo I had to send a photo of my sparkle dresses. Anyhooters I’ll get over it. This was the Skinny Girl part-ay at the drake we went to on Tuesday night. You did not have to be skinny or a girl to attend but it couldn’t hurt. Guys were there too. You gotta “be somebody” or “in the know” you know? No? Fine. Lol.
These are from the family camera I am very proud of Rebecca for figuring it out on her own and these are the shots she chose it feels like I am mother of a caterpillar turning into a blogerfly. Teardrop. When I was texting her she was telling me to SHUT UP stop. stop. stop cos I was breaking her teeny concentration powers so I am happy and grateful with what I got (through gritting teeth anxiously awaiting some other adorabz ones of moi I am imagining must have been omitted). Love you booboodoodoo and Jules. I think being my friend must be annoying, I doubt it though.
Some pro shots of the night. Good food (I missed out on that and was drinking mine), great drinks, great girls, fun times, free ponytails (missed that too) and nail spa.
Product shot. Got a bottle of this to go alright alright awright. It’s already toast haha.
They said I look like a hipster Harry Potter care bear.
This one’s the wiener though for sure.
Last week (I think?) we did a group vloggity vlog project for a client, well, this one part of it we all come together and ham it up in graffiti alley, fashion district and at dark horse. It was fun and done by eleven, nothing like a hard day’s morning’s work.
Not really the blondetourage anymore is it. Well now we have ways around that. L-R (Lauren to Raymi lol) we have Lauren O’Nizzler, Casie, and me me me me me! I have more of these pics as usual. When the video is edited I’ll be posting more behind the scenes actions from my two days of covering Queen and King st respectively. Raymbo on the Street.
The first day I did ponytails on may 2/4 w/e it just came to me to be more adorabz so I did and so now it’s one of my new things. Could not have done it with my roots and platinum.
I also wore this dress in the vlog video so I guess the photes are kinda relevant.
I have to strop treating my blog like a truck stop though, spreading my content around everywhere on the webz last of all here. Shame shame. For the hardcore lurkers and multi-platform friendly elites feels like they’ve been blogged already before cos it’s old news now. Fine line bloggeroonies.
On May 2-4 I skipped town and it was great. You guys are witnessing a fabulous midlife crisis way ahead of schedule lol. Actually I think it’s a normal phenomenon for late 20’s spilling over in to thirty-ish chicks to live pedal to the metal, ones who made career/school life choice sacrifices I mean but yeah, a woman is in her prime at 30 so it makes sense. Also it’s like one day we wake up look around and go HOLY FUCK MY TWENTIES ARE OVER I better do something about this and that “something” happens to be itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikinis to prove that we are not old and then partying, a means-vehicle of proving. Yeah buddy. Look at Pauly D, he celebrated his 30th birthday on the set of Jersey Shore last season. My clock is tickin’? You betcha tickity tock lets do this party window is a closin’.
So open the goddamn door then haha. I take comfort in the fact that I got a lot of brosephs and chickadee friends a decade plus older than I am and therefore still consider me a wee baby.
Phenomenon? PHENOMENOT. Funny right. I made that one up yesterday. Okay I gotta get back to “work”. No really. Kay bye. Much love.
