As you can see this is how it all began. I was late. Always late. The mental preparation required to adequately wig out and crack under the pressure on top of applying make up just so usually makes one diva at least twenty minutes late. There’s a scene in the Marilyn flick (I’ve watched twice) when Dame Sybil Thorndike (Judi Dench) tells off Sir Laurence Olivier for rattling this poor vulnerable already rattled girl’s nerves over being late to set (granted the more famous you become the more late you can be and she was about 2 hours late and I would never do that) something like there’s more things an actress has to worry about than being on time. That goes through my head when I am layering on my war paint for camera because in my head at the time I am thinking about them all hating on me. I hate being late, it’s a trait of course but, one day when it matters most I will be on time.
They didn’t care though or mind plus we finished up ahead of schedule anyway, I motor-mouthed through the questions and finished before the girls showed up. Show at 5:30 and make me look cool. None of those things happened. Just kidding I always look cool. Which is a topic I waxed poetic on for a tad.
Surane said he studied body language and that interviews taken place across the table from the interview subject and interviewee make things more formal and awkward. The chair to chair thing is disarming and better for secret extraction.
So nice knowing ya Toronto I am moving. Haha.
I love it. So Anchorman. Look what you girls missed. Dumb dumbs.
After my brazillionaire which I had during the talk (I like to keep it Johnny Carson) I had this martini, Apple sidecar? I mix them up. I was a good girl on Saturday. I kind of drink only every other day, diet secret.
Their loud boisterous entrance was funnily timed, like oh look it’s my stupid friends now (whom I adore obvs) and Sundays at Mildred’s Temple between brunch and dinner service are often quiet. “I know things” aka EVERYTHING.
Rebeccablah said she needs this for her place. Yes.
Blink count Jules.
Immaturity forever. I was celelibations central. no just two. I was happy and relieved it was over.
Kay now peep all of rebecca’s different looks.
And.
Oh. I see.
Thank you very much Mildred’s for saving me from cleaning the entire house.
You must be in a hipster band to work at Mildred’s, One guy is in the Russian Futurists seen here. We commiserated over being interview nervous. Another guy is in the Manvils.
We had the charcuterie. Yum.
The girls loved Mildred’s. It is me and teacher’s special place.
Okay cool thanks hi.
I was going to go to Holt yesterday but sat on my ass instead. There is always something in the tickle trunk to put together. I almost sold this dress once.
Such a sense of humour. I love it.
Could have eaten that all over again. The caesar is nice and creamy garlic yum yum delicious. This is not a foodvertorial. Okay I guess it is but it wasn’t meant to be. This is how I’ve always done it. Comb an entire haunt inside and out that I love. Insert it into my story.
Ride me!
Rebecca said this was me. Thank you.
Hiya. How’s it going.
The unisex bathrooms are fun! Especially when a posh elder gent comes in and you’re all cackling away shyly.
No old men were harmed. No they didn’t see this either. It’s only between me, you, and the entire internet plus possibly television too.
Then I went to an 8 year old’s birthday party. Just kidding that’s not me. The dorks took a bunch of pictures of them for what other reason than to just make fun of me again. mmm attention! Lol.
Walk softly. Carry a big stick. Wear your casual shoes and you will be less spastic. Or you can climb a tree if you need to.
What?
French Fires album cover. Yes we are a band. No we do not play.
Hi excuse me I need to fax you a question do you have a minute?
She’s at that hotwkard teenage stage. They grow up so fast.
I am digging my natural frenchie eyebrows. I am excited to be a bit darker, well, longer most of all. Rome was not built in a day.
Kind of cross eyed here.
I want to be in a music video cast as the cougar teacher something. Bucket list.
Rebecca left her jacket in NYC. Are the Yay Cray kids cursed? Jules lost her leather jacket to Salvador Darling. I did too but got it back. Okay back to “other things” of secret natures.
Can you tell these are jeggings? Psyche they are! Fake pockets in the front are frustrating (back ones work at least). They are also cursed because when I wear them I get things spilled on me, jackets stolen lol.
Hair appt this week.
Are we coming or are we going I do not know but I know I pissed everyone off with how long I took getting ready to go.
Ok we are going cos I am putting on deodorant here and Bechnique looks retarded haha I love you best friend toilet paper. Nobody laughs at that joke, we told it to a girl in the Wrong Bar bathroom when we gave her a wad of our TP and she is like yeah right whatever not listening walking away to piss hahaha FINE. I made her a gigantic obnoxious wad of the stuff too!
I am waiting on the photos from the hipster party photographers holy shit already I mean it, you wanna get hired or not? EMAIL ME: raymiATraymitheminx.com or commit social suicide. Just kidding I forget your names even though we are facebook friends, I’ll go look in to that now actually.
Let the bender begin! My last three months of being 28. (excuses for life!) I am what I am and I make no apologies. I told you my two year pre-30 plan is going insane and doing anything I want (whilst diligently on the side plotting and working on my career/the future).
Yikes! So, Twilight. We watched it and it was ridiculous like everyone said it was but we couldn’t see half of what was going on cos we were watching a bootleg of it and all of it is filmed at night and you can’t see any of those details oh well it sufficed as we were semi-conscious on the couch, stir crazy and bored. We went through a bottle of Sprite because Domino’s doesn’t carry gingerale (WTF not?) and dominoes I’m sorry to say that this is what “brunch” degenerated in to. I told you we were frat boys for two weeks and it ruled I will go back to being a princess this week starting now. Bechnqiue you gave me my lipstick back right, you slipped it in my pocket? OMG I just looked and you did! Thank you.
My new coat. I hate it. It is too big on me who the fuck am I Kreayshawn. Definitely buying a new coat now.
Didn’t wear my valentine K out, I knew I would sweat and Salvador Darling would be HOT and if that got stolen I would have lost my mind. No way jose. NO way. Ps. Look who’s on their press brag page? They’ll have more to add to that page from me very soon ;).
THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE.
Bechnique got new shoes in Texas.
Stella loves everyone and everyone loves Stella. She talks now since I have come in to her life. I’ll have her barking words soon enough.
And Lady Garbage is depressed in advance over the tree being taken down, she likes to stare despondently into it.
Thinking emo thoughts. Aw we love you Lady Garbage. I spoil all of them.
Love my ohhh canada bra.
Fits like a dream and is more realistic regarding the size of my chesticles.
Dorks. SNL was on. She came over to break me loose, I was being a recluse and wasting my youth.
My roots. This is why no one recognizes me when I got out like that they are dazzled by how clean I am. I did a mask and my nails and was ready to split.
Oh look there she is now.
MEATBALLS!
Every time I go to Wrong Bar I feel famous. Had no ID, no problem. The night I leave it at home, no kidding right.
This was dope champagne.
Time for a tan again!
Goodbye Christmas, so the fuck long!
Had this exact same shit again last night. I have a tapeworm I bet. Na, shortest day yet just majorly partying and that’s the last of it. Pfft as if.
The best hot sauce ever. Cheese fries. Oooh I’ll eat my leftover salad today before my stomach eats itself from the inside. We were frat boys for two whole weeks.
WICKED. Globs of garlic sauce, tzatziki and hot sauce and we go through cans of gingerale and coke like prostars(lobs).
And now we have a nice collection of these take out things. Girls horde these like crazy. Tupperware shit we inherited from our mothers in the eighties. Fact.
Fabulous coat, girl.
Dorky pre-New Years Eve heading out shots. See how behind I am? Well not really I just cover all bases with various devices capturing the Raymi News. Noose. OOOoooh so daring.
Completely unrelated to this picture, watched figure skating last night and it was lovely. It made me feel sentimental for my nana and papa, and my grandparents why am I turning in to such a giant suck?
Then we watched the Jassi Sidhu killing case/investigation on fifth estate CBC and thanks to the magic of television, these disgusting people who master-minded the murder of an innocent woman for marrying whom she wanted will finally be brought to justice. A mother, father, and uncle. Living freely in Canada all these years after having their own daughter raped and killed, unbelievable. It’s not the colour of their skin, Teacher said, it’s the ideas in their head that are disgusting, it’s not about race or culture, an honour killing? I asked if it was racist to say they were disgusting people, because when we heard that her mother was involved he made the remark, I was just clarifying. I also believe in an eye for an eye and EYE think these people deserve to be tortured, ugh I never write this way about things that scare me, or matter because it’s a small town but who cares, I CARE. It’s about justice and you just cannot kill someone and get away with it and have it just sit on a desk for over a decade. The entire family is implicated in my opinion, living on that farm compound together keeping the secret. Pretending to not know shit and that he’s “in India.” You know what else this family did? Not only did they pay to have their own daughter killed, they paid to have it put on the man she married so that guy spent 4 years in jail (is fully emotionally battered from this experience and will never forget, he remembers everything and he feels like when Jassi died, he should have died when she died. HEART-WRENCHING) and he was completely innocent. They had her raped too. WTF does that have to do with “honour” killing? I guess dehumanizing as is possible and shamed for disobeying her family. Where can I sign up to get in on such a lawless people? It is smiting to feel so helpless in your own culture, like you were born into suffering in to not having a say god forbid you be born a woman. There are photos of the lovely couple in love and in no way shape or form could it be possible for her husband to commit these acts upon his new bride. Repulsion doesn’t begin to cover it. I know that within an entire culture, every person is a snowflake and not all apples are rotten, but I do know that this happens a lot and gets swept under the rug because Canadian government doesn’t want to get involved. It takes the bravery of a man to write a book about this and bring it to a shock jock tv outlet to make the police get involved (and tips from anonymous sources) and this happened in my own country. If this were a white, or black family, boom, instantly dealt with. There was nothing honourable about how that poor girl died. The mother, father and uncle deserve to rot in jail and then in hell. Eternally.
Knew I’d be a sweatbag in this so I left the vest at home.
Gave myself a wee trim. Too many asshole comments about it, now go complain about something else. That striped dress/shirt came with/beneath my black loosey (rip off of chanel) tank, I don’t think they look very good together so I got two shirts out of the equation and while I was making the purchase, spanish carolers were up in my grill. Nothing says Feliz Navidad like a homicide in a Kensington market t-shirt shop. Hope that shirt I bought my bro’s gf’s son fits, it’s a rare photo of Bob Dylan enlarged and screen-printed, and so amazing though he wanted a Bob Marley shirt (they only had ones of him smoking blunts and I doubt that would fly at school) but I said this one will get you more girls and he said he had a girlfriend, I said fine whatever it’s cooler you just don’t know it yet. My dad was blown away by it.
I love lime jello.
Only when I’m sick though (bought this on whim), it is the total cure, these individual ones are not as good cos you can taste the fake sugar and chemicals. I would not give my child this garbage, I’d follow tradition with a lunchable like my mother did lol or five bucks safety pinned to their jacket and a note saying TODAY’S SPECIAL PLEASE. By the time I’m a mommy blobber, mommy blobber’s will be disgruntled by their teenage monster children and despise them then hit their second or triple adolescences and join us at the keg. I wish.
Don’t cover the lens please.
I am hot at being awkward.
And now I look like a mini-mom, MY mom. And Jimminy Cricket. This is at the drake in a hotel room. Teacher has no recollection of this point in time of the night. Looks like someone’s got to cut back on the sauce.
Too bad you forgot this part it was a great time. We ditched you with the boys and went down in to the belly of the sky yard to do our thing. It was like a fairytale a really good time. One kind of dorky guy at one point (no not you)(prob reading)(another dorky guy). was talking to me and I liked talking to him, no flirty or anything he said I was way out of his league and the drunk future cougar me who was in-tow with Lauren O and I says stop talking to him blabbity blah he’s gross. The older women are, the less time they have for dorks, some of them anyway, not my ma and I the more decrepit and Steve Buscemi, the more we love you hahaa. By the time we have a show I will LOOK LIKE Steve Buscemi so hurry the fuck up people.
I think this is when Teacher broke his phone too, dropped it. When a door closes a window opens and now he’s got a new phone yay!
And here a pointless loop conversation takes place as I am unawares he’s gong-showed (thank you Lauren’s boyfriend and every other guy that meets and falls in love with teacher) he came-to at Brock’s party.
There’s my girl. I cannot wait to spill the beans about MTV Creeps. You guys will die. And then I will have to leave town if it blows up in my face. I am making friends with Rashida and she has pleasantly been a great help in preparing me for my episode (January 17) and the fall-out of haters, she said the positive ones are the ones that count. People are telling her she is their idol. They go to her work to get photos with her. I want to find her a good man. Update: She ain’t lookin’ lol.
Casie gave me a sticker of her and lauren for the back of my blackberry and it hasn’t fully disintegrated from hand sweat and partying yet but it’s getting close. RIP my jacket :(.
I look like fraggle rock. Lauren is a cupcake princess. I almost wore my black ohhh canada corset. Can you imagine. Cosmic jealousy turned best friends twins. We have the same name after all but mine is pronounced better lolol.
Coffee break brb with more.
Saw so many stars at the Drake. Also whenever I looked in the mirror too.
Before I trimmed my ends.
Grand Electric.
Bar Vespa. Brb with more. The dog has to walk me now.
Ok I am back. Why would they take my jacket over Rebecca’s? WTF!
And now I’m gone again I put the new pics at the top. It’s Manic Monday I got a meeting to get prepare for.
I want a Jamba Juice tornado tattoo, it’s part of my harajuku princess doll brand and extremely, seriously important. My camera ghost date suggested I just ask for them, ah duh. Temp Facial tattoos are adorabz on little kids (and big kids).
Daddy can we try them all? Hey folks, yesterday I tripped on in to the inaugural Canadian location of Jamba Juice located in the heart of the Annex, and much like a kid in a milkshake store I rode the Jamba tornado like a champ. The sky was my budget limit (that came out right, right?) so I had a flat bread as well (pizza mmm) because when I hear ANYTHING YOU WANT I do not disappoint.
I come from the era of poor taste in design so I appreciate these Willy Wonka extras adorning the walls. Fun is fun is fun.
Jessee spells her name the same way my best gf Jessee (late elem-early high school) spelled her name. I ripped her on it sometimes which is why I was amazed that the legacy carries on. She’s making a Jamba for one of my band mates, I said surprise me, no, them. Think she had fun with it and they were all quite pleased and satisfied and happy.
What is horse teeth about to do here?
Are there any strawberry seeds stuck in my teeth? I had a full fruit one, which are thicker then I had two BOOSTS added, one for immunity (like Survivor and to not get sick) and the other, energy, for band practice. I love the concept of boosts, it makes me feel good about myself because I never take vitamins or do anything lately that is health conscious which is another love, vitality and cleansing, nutrients, treating your temple right. While you’re smoothie or shakin’ it up it doesn’t hurt to throw some magic powder in there.
Can’t wait for summer, I’m going to switch up my running route every so often and head for Jamba Juice and run with a juice home. I find that if I run with a water bottle and switch from hand-to-hand, each arm becomes toned. I bet you guys forgot how much of a work-out maniac I am. You know Venus Williams is aligned with Jamba too? We are looking into a tennis match for Raymeh and her lol it’ll be like a tennis ball machine assault and me jumping around like Mr. Bean all over the place, like paintball, can’t wait Venus! (I also know a very inappropriate joke involving the name Venus, BFF4LIFE).
I am so flattered to be aligned with Venus Williams, I mean, Jamba Juice, I just picture them in the boardroom, strategizing and of all the people in the universe (they already chose planet Venus) they chose moi to lead the Jamba pack.
So I’ll just run over to Bakersfield Cali (I’ve been there!)(I prefer LA) from Liberty Village and… they’re updating the canuck website jambajuice.ca to have all relevant Canadian information, location, news, all that but for the list of smoothies and fruits available, it’s more or less the same to scope jambajuice.com. Considering how many locations are in the states (over 700) we’ll see if we can hook up my American Little Raymis (there’s tons of you).
Ha ha Raymi spotted reading The Grid! Like when stars get busted buying copies of Us weekly with their faces on the covers. Camera ghostman creeped me in the streets!
It was chilly. I am determined to become the bastion of health that I once was I don’t care if it’s Antarctica, any time is a great time for a smoothie. January is the month of new resolve so start in on that health kick asap.
Saw popo everywhere yesterday, the cute one in the lead smiled at me cos I was kind of smirking for the camera but I knew it was probably a long time since he’d last seen a snowflake princess and he liked it.
Great facade, oh and the store’s too.
I kept losing him then getting paranoid and feeling stupid for smiling like a lunatic at nothing, passersby appreciated the dopiness. The Annex is my old neighbourhood, I love it, have lived here twice in my lifetime it’s a great location for a Jamba Juice.
I can tell you infinity stories about this stretch of road. Many blog post settings occurred here, that’s right Little Raymis, lay back and picture it!
Stalk to me baby.
Uh what is this the Edison twins?
Oh right I forgot what we were doing here blobbing is so fun, kay so, pick your size and because this is on the company’s dime cha-ching, larges for all! Check. Next, select your flavor and it’s spelled in American so we all can understand what is going on here. This part was difficult because I was so indecisive. I went vegan in the end (no dairy, you can sub for sorbet) which I try to scrimp on at all costs, cheese/dairy, not always but you know how I like to keep trim. I saw all the bods on celebrity big brother UK last night and was like ok Minx, time to get more serious.
Remember to stretch, keep those joints limber, don’t stiffen up, multi-task while deciding over 60+ dranks oh my. This is what I will look like come summer except in a Jamba Juice coloured unitard (with cape?). Or turbo-babe super tight spandex running gear, maybe a bikini top. With Stella. And sweating profusely oh man a juice will be so refreshing I’ll suck it back in under a minute.
Bum Bum Lauren! I don’t think I have one cool family nickname, does anybody?
2 secs for me to jump in the shot. We’re pretty bush league.
I don’t see anything old here, sorry, nothing but hot taught in their prime fresh Chrismas chicks. I bet I am in better shape than whoever left that comment.
Heehehh you can see that I am not wearing pasties here.
Clem burst in to the back and said RAYMES GET ME MORE SPRINKLES. I created a monster, I threw sparkles on everyone, constantly, dumping them down sweaters, coats, scarves, shirts, while embracing, leaving behind piles of the shit it was hilarious and pissed off a lot of people. I had words with the cleaner at the end of the night, tipped him a twenty whilst basically saying now talk to the hand I’ve had enough tonight brah. I paid the girls out and took no cut, didn’t charge for their costumes either, a very Minxy Christmas to you Elfettes thanks for everythang! I am wearing Allison’s braclet in this picture she has a new (doing very well) jewelry business now awesome. Gave away a thong too and fishnets, thank you Ohhh Canada!
Behind the scenes panic room.
One day, I am fat, the next (today apparently) I am too old, naw son, I ain’t too old for shit, maybe you are. The sooner you are to slowing down the closer you are to dying. Hating on someone who is living their dream will not bring you any closer to yours.
Have you ever wanted to tap dance to punk rock with one of those old timey film darlings?
Pastel’s new fan. He came with 5 look-alikes all towering over me and asks Teacher how he puts up with or handles my burlesque. Lots of drinking.
Pastel raisin’ hell.
Quite the tickle trunk back there, Paddy had all her shit in my area and was never around for me to say hey move your crap so I kept having to do that which wasn’t fun. Your stuff HAS to be organized, number for number, otherwise it’s a frenzy of search and destroy until find.
Did that bow ever come off? I was in a bit of a vortex at points.
Bechnique, you should have put a costume on.
Sprinkle fairy! Clem referring to sparkles as sprinkles made me have a giggle fit for five minutes. I don’t know why but I just prefer retarded people in life. I am so glad he came in santa suit, gives you permish to be a jerk all night long and get away with it.
This guy’s friends threw his scarf on the ground and like a good little Elfette I picked it up and twirled it around for him and he was very happy, it washed away his going to scream at friends moment. We keep it Jersey Shore and dance where and whenever the hell we please. Oh my god I miss Jersey Shore in Italy I can’t believe I am saying that.
No elves left behind.
Good score off Red Zeppelin that red thing thanks girl! Very retro Miss Claus.
That’s Red unwrapping herself. I was very impressed by her performances. Yes her name has changed, she’s been getting weirdos ever since this burlesque thing started uh oh, how exciting!
Would you tell this girl she’s too old to dance? She’s a pro and smokin’ hot, we are the same age. A gaggle of my boys were like, Raymi, WHAT IS HER NAME!? It was a really good time Sunday night. Leaving me loser comments about your opinions and feeling sorry for me is hysterical for one and all in the real world who were there. You say so much about yourself when you hate on girls for taking their clothes off for a show in real life and then share it with you on their blog that has been number one since the year 2000 like I am supposed to feel like an idiot now? Oh no I have been exposed thanks to your detective skills and your opinion has REALLY MADE ME THINK ABOUT MY LIFE. I don’t care if you think I can’t dance. This isn’t the so I think I can dance show, it’s the I know I look smokin’ in teeny g-strings and love Christmas music lets make a cabaret and great material out of it show. Everything I do turns to gold and after everything I do someone feels like a grinch at the reflection of the art I made then blogged and like clockwork, chimes in. I’m sorry you couldn’t get 3 people to show up at your turn at the pole.
Rhonda and her blasted husband George we had them over at the end of this with Brosz7 and it was fun all that etc but should have been in bed. They’re all the way in from Ireland so that requires a good gong show. I’ve been pretty good this holiday season so far I think and deserved a little letting loose. There aren’t many breaks in RaymiLand.
Merry Christmas and go f*ck yourself would be this xmas card caption.
And this one too haha. Elfettes have sparkly claws, insert claus pun.
And now we get loose. Tonight I gotta cut loose, Foot loose.
Kick off your Sunday shoes. Please, Louise, pull me off a my knees.
Jack, get back, c’mon before we crack. Lose your blues everybody cut footloose!
And now we are talking shop about the incident while Amy is in my Raymi la la land kevin bacon vortex which was actually probably the spice girls or something hahaa. Meanwhile, Paul on the left there is totally stoked Kim Jong Il died and owns my painting of him (from 2006!) and he was with us the night we met the kid who threw the thing through the window, I think Clem was too it was a very special thing he did for us lol.
The canes were excellent.
Should I show up to Teacher’s family’s Christmas dinner like this? So, we’re all reading my blog now I guess, hi all meet the REAL ME. Your hot tub better be on lol. I will probably show up dressed like a Ski Bunny.
People just collapse right in to me I am so loveable I don’t know what you are all crying for, I’m more enjoyable than your own best friends!
Amy is awesome. We met and fell in love at the LCBO in LibVille, she was sampling and we were drunk, it was a Saturday bender, summer I think, I was dressed like Malibu Hello Kitty and who the fuck even knows what we talked about.
End of the night, me and Sarah are always yammering about girl stuff basically like, I like you, NO it is I who LIKES YOU! She posted this photo of us on FB and someone said… “holy crap i think my friend’s band wrote a song about her”.
Raymous the famous!
Um where were you two dopes during dance recruitment?
The after dance costume party is when I sneak out stuff from my tickle trunk and put it on drunk hot girls and then get pictures for my blog.
Hey we’re the Chippettes and again I’d like to point out how hot and young looking I am just in case the trolls missed it.
I found something.
Something way better than sprinkles.
How do these get here? Staff after hours ploughing? Hey babe can I keep those I want to hang them up here to reminisce and so I can remember that I had sex here last night.
Excuse me I have to interrupt your ever fascinating irish drunken tale in order to dangle this skanky thong on your face you don’t mind do you?
She didn’t know and it was too late to stop her, luckily crotch didn’t touch lips. Well not in this photo anyway.
TBH it looked brand new.
#bovineproblems
Hot mess Christmas choo choo train.
Kept busting in on their dance circle in loud coloured outfits and loud coloured mouthing off, it was a gas, then we split two cabs back to the gingerbread house and continued getting polluted and that’s why I slept all day yesterday. I don’t power drink like I used to. That’s basically how Winehouse bit the dust eh. I say you should always drink a little less the older you get.
Red had a date in attendance this night who turns out knew me from something to do with the Globe and Mail days I forget but I am sure this date’s activity solidified things for that dude and Red Zeppelin haha. “So like my burlesque troupe is having a show tonight (and they are totally fucking insane sexy shit shows) do you wanna come?”
Ok I am adding the rest of colleague’s and Tom’s and Little Raymi (erica’s) now. These were all Mystery camera for the most part, did you have a nice lunch?
Brb I have to damage control shit with Mrs. Claus. It was a May Pang kinda thing the Elfettes, you know, but now she’s a bit cranky. Google John Lennon/lost weekend if you don’t know what I am talking about.
Ok fucksticks lets do this again. Help me decide PLEASE.
Poster 1.
Poster 2.
Your reward is this this:
I am not even going to watch this. Yes we are blasticated at the Old Mill. Yes this is my mom and godmother and I. Not sorry. Double Birthday Scorpio whammy.
and now I have to figure out which shot I haven’t blogged yet. I shall do that now.
Rehearsal, remember (no judging), this is as much teaser as you’ll get, so lots of dumb talking and brainstorming. These vids ar teaching aides. You’re welcome for sharing and welcome to the creative process. I am PSYCHED for this. I am giggling in the beginning of this uncontrollably cos in the last take I tornado twirl ninja karate chopped the hell out of Bunny. We DIED laughing.
Brb with pixxx. xohoho.
Ps. meanwhile my new fav Valentine K shirt arrived by way of personal hot girl messenger Charise #ballin’ #flossin’. This chick and I got history, elite history, which trumps all gimme-gimme social media bratty jealous expectant competitiveness hand outs, fyi. Charise is my homeboy, and I know I got some hot shots of her on Mystery Cam.
This shirt is cashmere. get used to it cos you’ll be seein’ it lots lol.
Now that I am an adult (child) I am trying to re-wire myself as an eating breakfast (in the afternoon) person and lately I have been riding the brunch train like a good little socialite so thought I’d hit up my BOOM kin, my bredren, that be, and have brunch-proper. They got WIFI now so no more Raymi Whinehouse (but i need to BLOG) complaints. That is a whiner pun not a drunk pun, for once.
Ladies, say it with me now GRILLED TOMATOES in lieu of frites but make sure someone else is nearby who will give you a handful of theirs.
No wait, you can ask for two. Better idea. I am a big fan of the insanely specific and complicated order. …and a side of 3 peas please.
Do you like this do you like this? Yeah that’s what’s going on! Girls eatin’ up in there were like DAYUM at my platforms, ‘spect!
I came from Fraggle Rock to dine with you!
And write on my blob.
Look at how much I enjoy my occupation!
The next time someone compares me to Courtney Love I am going to say that I more so relate to Reese Witherspoon or Gwyneth Paltrow and when they say, “Really?” I’ll say BAHAHHA NO. See my Linda Hamilton pipes? Kelly Ripa Raymi.
Ok thank you colleague, good to know.
Wifi hook-up, firstish thing’s first.
Boom frites are irresistible. I had 4 or 5. They dress them in this metal bowl with rosemary and sea salt and other spices.
And, did you know you can get a 13% (HST/Tax) Raymi discount WHEN YOU PAY AT THE TIL and say I am on Raymi’s D(iscount) List to the cashier. No prob Little Raymis.
Some of the servers hate me I can tell so have my back please thank you hahaha. They think I am a diva. Well, Tony did call me a jewish princess yesterday and sent me a hilarious photo email apologizing for not being there.
I call this the Skinny Minx and it hit the spot mighty fine and I gave a piece of bacon away. I order off menu there. #swag #baller #VIPLEASE. #stalktomebaby Ok I’ll stop now. #meow.
Since yesterday, I have torn off that cut part of the apple leaf Joey gave me this years ago. It makes me look professional, grown-up and someone to be taken seriously.
Heehee EXTREME TIMES! You must experience for yourself to BELIEVE! Get one of those car dealership crazy circus billowing things out front too. What a spokesmodel, right?
Fresh from playschool.
See the Wifi egg? Cute.
This could be a photoshop meme, in a red sports car, Pearl Harbour, massage parlour, etc.
Ok we get it now? Boom now with WIFI! WHY fight it? Have you seen the Menu? It’s full of puns, expansive, cheeky and great, I love it. We sit around naming new dishes, wait, didn’t I name spanish funguy (what colleague ate?) Wow I have early on-set Alzheimers.
Test lighting shot. I want studio lighting, next time no arguments. FLASH ME.
I can wear gladiator wedges with black tights because the toga-ness of the dress unifies the two, get it? Also, I am Raymi the Minx. Word. You may hear that sound byte on MTV with an F-bomb in for good measure. The show airs after Jersey Shore. The private life is offish overskies Lebowski. Ps. I’ve been on MTV before.
Coincidentally they have a screen-grab of joey and I and I saw the same wall of photos just a few days ago in that infamous office. They say it takes ten years to be an overnight success. In my case, eleven.
My makeup is a bit, bleh. I put primer all over my face. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT FOR YOUR INFORMATION. I was born a guy so things like makeup skills I have picked up along the way ie. probably doing it wrong. I want a facial. The G-rated kind (you guys disgust me).
One piece of toast only I said over twitter before I arrived haha. It came cut in half and I said I SAID ONE! and the guy with the name I always forget goes, It’s cut in half. HAhahaa uhhhhhhhh.
Get those eggs I directed.
Eggs everywhere. Very cute. Very my mom.
Triple chin.
I love showcase fridges. It makes me feel like being in a mini-diorama of a, diner?
Colleague is hair jealous.
I could also got for some teeth whitening. What colour is that, beige? The colour of garlic? When it is blue/purplish tinted that means it is local so you should buy it.
For you, Little Raymis, the world.
Looks like I am eating an orange. I am not eating an orange that is the yolk exploding. Will this finally make Marco Pierre White contact me?
Poached eggs are the healthiest eggs you can order cos they boil them. No grill oil, grease or fat. Skinny Raymi tip. If you follow all the stupid things I say you will look like the girl you see in this picture someday. I am an expert life coach.
You have to get toast, because you have to sop that up. Also if you have insomnia, I read that toast at night can help, carbs are brain food. I try to defy toast though and I have proven myself and conquered it. When I did a carbless diet, the first two weeks I had a splitting headache in-between being totally stupid, slow on the uptake and possibly crabby. Your hangovers get worse too because you switch to whiskey from beer and have no base for it anyway and whiskey, everyone knows is much harder than beer. It works but it was hell.
Doing this to my ankle is tempting fate much? Like my dress? Get it from American Apparel yourself and lets go out partying. To kickstart that you can get a FREE (NO CATCH!) $10 Gift Certificate for American Apparel via Fabfind. I got mine, and Little Raymis keep telling me (and thanking) of their coupon collection so awesome for that! Kylie helped me decide to rip off her idea entirely and get these hot tights. I want them in pearl.
Is this poster too much for Boom? I asked Al. Apparently not, according to him. Ha.
What kind of car is this? Mazda Miata, ok good like I thought so, I sent this picture to my Uncle cos he has/had one lol. He’ll be like uh, thanks?
Tomorrow is the weekend, big brunch day, and there will be line-ups down the block so get in early or late. Try to use my name to line-skip. They have booze too if you are desperate or like to keeps it Bukowski. I’ll pick up the tax for you don’t forget and their breakfast special is CHEEP omg I am turning into a boomer, boomers make puns like crazy (right dad?). Love Raymeh. Thanks for brunch Tony! Muah!
Or call the Boomobile for a lift (just joking). Tony and I are in a Playboy race fyi, I want to be a centrefold and he wants his logo to be as iconic as the bunny ears. We’re workin’ on it baby lol!
I have to master that necklace, it always flips backward. Darn.
Went through a serious photo time-warp today. Ok catching up on my stories now, ANTM and Survivor. And we’re eating that feta coiled thing, we saved it since two weeks ago. Caved tonight. Also had McDee’s. Oh for shame.
LOVE YOU! No I don’t. Well kind of sort of.
So many sirens in Parkdale tonight what’s crackin’?
We had to get milk. I dressed like it was a runway competition aka like Aladdin. We’ll be back here tomorrow for more B roll footage and scene shots. Exciting.
Jump suit!
LOL. Doot doot doo what am I a chimney sweep? YES!
It’s hard taking pictures with your left and the touch screen. I have always had secret tattoo agendas to have just a tiny part peeping out, on Blythe it’s her cute barbie legs. Now this wrist, a tail. I can put it over my face like those STUPID moustache tattoos lol. Just kidding I can haz not be a hater.
Stella gets Queen/Dufferin nervous so I thought I’d sort her nerves out by getting her all riled up at the dog run and turns out the dog walking freaks were there and their big bully dogs it was a hilarious time.
Cool order, flickr.
We saw them before at the park and Stella wanted to play so I walked us near pretending to be following Stella, which, I was. But they seemed too official and it was harshing my mellow so we bounced, “Mummy has to work.”
It’s nice to get out for a bit in the morning I love it. They were all teaming up on the labradoodle, cos he’s the “constant” of the pack and they all want to fight for pack dominance. Dog world is like in the wilds. I liked seeing the curly one get attacked, he liked the attention anyway. My shoes got muddy and I got to pick up Stella’s crap using a purple bag with mini white hearts dotted all over it cos the other dog freak needed my bag for his gargantuan dog crap yeah thanks pal! Lol. I almost got taken out by the running stampede herd 30 times cos I was in the tiny through-high-traffic way. I feel like a fraud with all these dog folk and inwardly panic that they will find me out about being a dog newb plus Stella doesn’t help me out at all in any shape or form when she gets spooked and rips me down the street like the Apocalypse is after her. Bye guys see ya later!
Not bad eh.
There’s some real artists out there.
Lady Garbage was licking My Friend. It was adorably retarded and I missed capturing the action. They’re so modest.
Rick put these all together by hand. He showed me once.
I have an Ikea idea lets get a new fucking mirror!
I am going to Sarah Connor my tricep it’s going to be disgusting.
THIS IS WHAT MEIN BRAIN LOOK LIKE O_o! AGH! lolll
Can you imagine getting punched in the face by me now! The last thing you see before darkness is the slinky minx tail, pow. That’ll look good in work out videos.
Courtney is a hot mess right now, Teacher and I had a fight. I needed a breather so we went out as trainwrecks last night and I brought Courtney to Jupiter. We also went to the Thompson as well, which is a whole other planet unto itself lol. Saw Odie, Stephen was holding us up so we missed him, “I want to introduce you to Lanny! Order drinks on me.” like fifty texts sorry missed you Courtney and I looked like lesbian slobs. Everyone was staring it was hysterical. We started out at the Caddy and it was all downhill from there.
Google this word and THEE SHALL FIND ME.
Serious Unicorn brains in a jar.
All spilled out OMG no. I got a million other pics of these with flash from another hang out there.
Speaking of trainwrecks what do you think about Courtney’s (lol not my Courtney, LOVE, Courtney) latest thing on stage? Man she hates Grohl but I think what she meant about food off Frances’ table she meant her own, right? And sorry maybe the one redeeming thing about you once was Kurt so lay off the poor sod holding up the photo of him.
That’ll show ya to get in ma grill all damn day #dogownerhumour I’ll take you to the dog run and have all these dinosaur sized dogs chase the hell out of you then terrify you under the Dufferin bridge aww she’s all curled up in a sunbeam on the couch now.
Ok one more can’t get enough.
We were going to throw this out. May come in handy.
And this candle is from the night we drank Jack Daniels, that green one is from the Pinot Noir and so on.
Bright colours bring brightness in to your life.
Next up, Harth Fest part II mess!
Ha ha what a party slut. I WAS WORKING! It. That’s for sure.
Dude, is that a cod piece?
What happens at HarthFest Stays at Harth Fest. Kind of.
