for the past two weeks ive spent every nite in either a car, a park, or a barn. typically, i smoke with andy until 4am, at which point we go to dennys and smoke cigarettes until 7ish, and then go home and lie in bed for hours. its such a wonderful existance. probably because i know it cant last long.
last week i went to see my friends band at bernies and i ended up getting liquored up by one of my dads high school friends and then molested by a drunken lesbian.
and i dont mean hit on, or approached by; i mean licking my neck, rubbing my ass, hands shoved up the shirt... it would have been hot if the advances were welcomed, but quite frankly she was creeping me the fuck out.
that nite ended with annie, andy, and i sleeping in the loft of a friends barn. it was soooo cold, so the three of us cuddled to warm ourselves up..... oh yes
we were also stopped and questioned by 2 officers of the law for doing absolutely nothing. granted, we were high, but i can control myself in these situations. however, andy has authority-figure-phobia, and thus went into a sweaty, studdering panic. this instigated a sobriety-test fiasco which took up 30 minutes of my time and accomplished nothing.
no arrests were made. the remainder of the morning was spent at dennys with numerous cups of coffee and half a pack of camel filters.
here i am, updating this with mundane shit and not replying to your much-appreciated comments. i dont know why i do this.
im such a bitch.
oh, on that note, i must make an announcement:
EMILY, I GOT YOUR VOICEMAIL!!!
IT IS A LONG AND SILLY STORY AS TO WHY I LOST YOUR PHONE NUMBER, AND IF I WENT INTO DETAILS AS TO WHY I DIDNT EVEN EMAIL YOU OR ANYTHING, I THINK I WOULD STILL PROBABLY SOUND LIKE A BITCH, SO IM JUST GOING TO SKIP IT.
BASICALLY, THE MESSAGE IS "PLEASE STILL LOVE ME? I AM SORRY."
oh, and your voice is so goddamn cute!
next time im in chicago ( which should be soon, within the next couple months? ) we will have our date. im still counting on it.
i finally have the design to finish my chestpiece! holy shit i am excited. its gonna look sweet. my next skin project, however, is a tribute to my kittens. ill show it to you all soon, its fucking adorable.
new, stable, and possibly long-term job prospects are in the works right now, which makes me happy. but what makes me happier is that i have two weddings to shoot, one in october, and one next spring.
ive found i have less and less reason to sulk these days, and i like it.
i look at this picture and i think;
dear god, i am hot.
and
fuck you, you trendy piece of shit.
he does good work, doesnt he? visit him. often.
ive somehow developed a fetish for boy-on-boy kissing. HOLY SWEET GODDAMN
its so hot.
last week i went to see my friends band at bernies and i ended up getting liquored up by one of my dads high school friends and then molested by a drunken lesbian.
and i dont mean hit on, or approached by; i mean licking my neck, rubbing my ass, hands shoved up the shirt... it would have been hot if the advances were welcomed, but quite frankly she was creeping me the fuck out.
that nite ended with annie, andy, and i sleeping in the loft of a friends barn. it was soooo cold, so the three of us cuddled to warm ourselves up..... oh yes
we were also stopped and questioned by 2 officers of the law for doing absolutely nothing. granted, we were high, but i can control myself in these situations. however, andy has authority-figure-phobia, and thus went into a sweaty, studdering panic. this instigated a sobriety-test fiasco which took up 30 minutes of my time and accomplished nothing.
no arrests were made. the remainder of the morning was spent at dennys with numerous cups of coffee and half a pack of camel filters.
here i am, updating this with mundane shit and not replying to your much-appreciated comments. i dont know why i do this.
im such a bitch.
oh, on that note, i must make an announcement:
EMILY, I GOT YOUR VOICEMAIL!!!
IT IS A LONG AND SILLY STORY AS TO WHY I LOST YOUR PHONE NUMBER, AND IF I WENT INTO DETAILS AS TO WHY I DIDNT EVEN EMAIL YOU OR ANYTHING, I THINK I WOULD STILL PROBABLY SOUND LIKE A BITCH, SO IM JUST GOING TO SKIP IT.
BASICALLY, THE MESSAGE IS "PLEASE STILL LOVE ME? I AM SORRY."
oh, and your voice is so goddamn cute!
next time im in chicago ( which should be soon, within the next couple months? ) we will have our date. im still counting on it.
i finally have the design to finish my chestpiece! holy shit i am excited. its gonna look sweet. my next skin project, however, is a tribute to my kittens. ill show it to you all soon, its fucking adorable.
new, stable, and possibly long-term job prospects are in the works right now, which makes me happy. but what makes me happier is that i have two weddings to shoot, one in october, and one next spring.
ive found i have less and less reason to sulk these days, and i like it.
i look at this picture and i think;
dear god, i am hot.
and
fuck you, you trendy piece of shit.
he does good work, doesnt he? visit him. often.
ive somehow developed a fetish for boy-on-boy kissing. HOLY SWEET GODDAMN
its so hot.
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oh, and we share a fantasy. so there.
anyhow, that sounds like so much fun. you're so beautiful, i need to put you on my favorites....thanks for the comment while i was away, by the way....