It's been fucking crazy since I got here. I've either been partying, sleeping, or working on art. I can't remember the actual days that I did things anymore. I went to a party at Peggy's building on Thursday night. Howie, my drunken hook up boy, was there. We actually had a slight conversation though, which was rare. He didn't remember that I lived ( Read more... )

It's been a rough few days. Having to leave hurt. Mainly because I know I'm leaving my mom alone for the first time. She and my father haven't been on good terms in months. And other than the Europe trip, it's the first time she's really without someone. I miss my grandma ( Read more... )

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I am very angry and unhappy right now. For the weirdest fucking reason. I just had a dream that I had a fight with someone, and it makes me mad because I know that in reality, we would've fought about the same thing, the fight would've gone the same way, and I would've been angry at him. It just seemed too real and I hate him. I feel so selfish, ( Read more... )

I did something terribly silly that other night. I put out a personals ad on craigslist, with the intention of being absolutely honest and demanding of what I want, and not letting the guys see my picture, at least until they got to know me ( Read more... )

Somehow I managed to upset myself. I feel like I'm on the verge of crying and I feel so fucking silly ( Read more... )

Am I never not exhausted? My body is on a wake up schedule of 7am now; it's miserable. I was up early on Friday, and then Frank called and said they had an emergency shoot and were going to be downtown until Friday, so I had to call Dave and cancel the recording session. I felt terrible because I knew he was planning on driving down from Maine ( Read more... )

New pictures are up on the site. These are from the Apples and Oranges clothing shoot 3 weeks ago. Not too bad for being super sweaty and absolutely exhausted after getting 1 1/2 hours of sleep. Some just look silly. Especially the ones with the hat. I hate the hat. And don't make fun of the running pictures either ( Read more... )

My stomach has been upset. Maybe I'm dying ( Read more... )

I forgot to add this other quirky event. I got a couple calls, but I had no idea who it was, so, as usual, I didn't answer. A voicemail was left after the second call, saying they had the wrong number. 2 more calls I didn't know. Then 2 more voicemails. Some guy, Octavio, said we'd met a couple weeks ago and I'd told him to send me his music. (I ( Read more... )