Heya all you rock stars and goddesses what's up? I've been my usual busybusy self lately, unfortunately, but so it goes. Lately I have been covering a lot of wrestling tournaments, so you know what that means: endless pictures of anorexic young males in photographs that either 1) shows a lot of ass, 2) shows a lot of pee pees, or 3) looks like someone has their hand up the other's butt. Viva la high school sports! 
I have a box of light blond hair dye sitting around, and a head full of hideously grown out highlights and red (now pink) -lights. Dare I go totally blond? What if it turns out orange? waaahhhh, why am I such a wimp?
New weekend activity: plaster casting topless girls and boys. That's right, my show is in a month, so every Sunday (usually my only day off if I'm lucky) is spent working on that. Pooh, I never get to relax, much less have fun. And now that my "sweetness" turned out to be a total lush, I am single again and working my ass off. How on God's green earth do I wind up single so much? Do I pick the wrong ones all the time, or am I a scary bitch? It really makes a girl wonder...
.....if I imagine hard enough, do you think a bottle of wine and a fat spliff will magically appear on my table? You know you're too busy when you don't even have time to find intoxicants....
....although I did have time to go to a warehouse party last Saturday, old school raver style. Do you want to know what was being stored in that warehouse? Cases upon cases of prescription drugs! How funny is that? I am really really shocked that I didn't see anyone sniffing and licking the packages. Where's the motivation, people?? Anyways, I haven't seen that many fat pants, pacifiers, and cat in the hat hats since the 90s. (boy do I sound old!) It was pretty cool, there was an art room where you could paint and draw and play with legoes, and a multi media presentation room by a guy dresses as a giant moth with a huge engorged penis with a laser coming out of the tip, and four rooms of music, three of which were jungle. It was a good party, don't get me wrong, people came from a five state area to attend, but it wasn't that crowded and those raver days are clearly gone. I wonder where the next great parties will be?
Okay, I'm going to stop being such a whiner and blond myself up. Toodles, everyone, and rock on with your bad selves
I have a box of light blond hair dye sitting around, and a head full of hideously grown out highlights and red (now pink) -lights. Dare I go totally blond? What if it turns out orange? waaahhhh, why am I such a wimp?
New weekend activity: plaster casting topless girls and boys. That's right, my show is in a month, so every Sunday (usually my only day off if I'm lucky) is spent working on that. Pooh, I never get to relax, much less have fun. And now that my "sweetness" turned out to be a total lush, I am single again and working my ass off. How on God's green earth do I wind up single so much? Do I pick the wrong ones all the time, or am I a scary bitch? It really makes a girl wonder...
.....if I imagine hard enough, do you think a bottle of wine and a fat spliff will magically appear on my table? You know you're too busy when you don't even have time to find intoxicants....
....although I did have time to go to a warehouse party last Saturday, old school raver style. Do you want to know what was being stored in that warehouse? Cases upon cases of prescription drugs! How funny is that? I am really really shocked that I didn't see anyone sniffing and licking the packages. Where's the motivation, people?? Anyways, I haven't seen that many fat pants, pacifiers, and cat in the hat hats since the 90s. (boy do I sound old!) It was pretty cool, there was an art room where you could paint and draw and play with legoes, and a multi media presentation room by a guy dresses as a giant moth with a huge engorged penis with a laser coming out of the tip, and four rooms of music, three of which were jungle. It was a good party, don't get me wrong, people came from a five state area to attend, but it wasn't that crowded and those raver days are clearly gone. I wonder where the next great parties will be?
Okay, I'm going to stop being such a whiner and blond myself up. Toodles, everyone, and rock on with your bad selves
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im going to shot you an e-mail w/ my # in it so you can call and let me know...
call me and let me know....