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So I went to the beach yesterday to snap some photos. Here's what happened:

"Dudebro! I sooo saw you eat it on that last set! I was like, 'Whoaaa...'":


A little blurry, but pretty:


"Arrrrr!":


And:


I wanted to get there at sunset, but traffic didn't allow for it. Instead I had to deal with crappy, stupid twilight. Boooo.



Holy shit...I have nothing to write about. Uhhh...um...once I get the ball rolling, I'll be off on another tangent in no time. I...just...have to...think.

I changed a diaper yesterday! (*slow news day*)

The baby was crying like there was no tomorrow, and she smelled somethin' fierce. I put her on the changing mat, and as soon as I got those feetie-pajamas off, she was smiling and giggling. And once she was nakie, she was downright ecstatic!

Lo and behold, she was clean. So, I just let her lay there for a while, and I made fart-noises on her tummy. She smiled that beautiful, toothless grin that makes my heart melt.

Anyhoo, I lifted her butt up so I could slide the PJs back under her when, go figure, she began to pee. All down her back, all over my hand. Niiiice.

So, I changed her, dressed her, and she started crying again.

Fuck, if I had to be clothed all the time, I'd be pissed too.



Boys and girls, you should support this project!!! It's called "Pin-Ups For Troops." A couple in Utah is compiling photos of modern-day pin-ups for their book, which is a fantastic attempt at reviving the pin-up's place in the hearts of our armed forces!

The proceeds will go towards purchasing goods for our troops overseas.

I'll be in it, but I don't much care for the photo they'll be using. I like it, it's just the feeling of, "I can do better than that..."



I did another shoot with cosfrog on Tuesday! It was lots of fun, just as it was last time. I was a goof-off, just as it always has been. Go ahead and ask him. I'm retarded.

Here's one of the wonderful photos the oh-so-talented man took of me:


I look like a grown-up, for Christ's sake!!!

Amazing...the photography, that is. The subject is so-so.

Oh, and because I'm a vain sack of shit, I also need to mention that cosfrog has opened up shop on his site. You can get a calender, a mug, or a mousepad featuring Yours Truly. Yippy.

Soon you'll be able to purchase prints. Sweet.



Dear SirPsychoSexy,

I'm sorry I ruined Awesomesauce Day. I had a lot going on all at once, and I couldn't hang. Mehhh...

I'll make it up to you.

Love,
Me



"Hm, I'm thirsty...I think I'll grab a so----AH! KITTY!!!!"




Testicles.



I cannot wait for "Brokeback Mountain" to come out. Fo' serious, though. It's going to be fan-fucking-tastic. Fanny-fucking-tastic is more like it...ha...I'm such a fag-hag with a bad sense of humor.

Dude, I shit you not, I was walking through Walgreen's the other day, and I happened upon a box of chocolates. The brand name: Fanny Farmer. OMFGSBCLJC!!! (Oh-My-Fucking-God-Shit-Bitch-Cunt-Licking-Jesus-Christ)

But really...It was chocolate with the brand name "Fanny Farmer". Wow.



Okay. It's about 8:00am, and I haven't slept yet. That's why I'm so loopy, and I'm not making any sense. I apologize. More or less to myself, because once I wake up at 3:00pm and re-read, I'm going to wanna punch myself in the ovaries. Right in the baby-maker.

If you live in the San Diego area, and you're not yet aware of the gathering that is to take place tonight, it's at Fiesta Island and 8:00pm. You should be there. You will know which pit it is because there will be a loud obnoxious woman (i.e., me) dancing to no music.

Once again, I apologize.



I have fantastic boobs.