Hi I hope that you all had a happy Halloween!
I am happy to say that I finally got an internet hookup for my laptop. Post will be popping up on a regular basis now.
So much has happened that I need to fill you in on.
WARNING There is going to be ton of pictures in this one. I will try to use spoilers, so those who are interested can get the details.
Last Saturday I went to a Halloween work party.
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I dressed up as Strawberry Shortcake. My hair was the right color so why not? I think the tattoos throw it off though. It was fun, and I probably had a little too much to drink. I ended up leaving my lights on in my car all night (drunk move) and needed a friend to jump it. I also saw the most disturbing projectile vomit coming form Britney Spears, that to this day still gives me the hebbie-jebbies.
A slightly intoxicated Strawberry Shortcake.
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Here is me and a few of my very intoxicated coworkers.
Some zombies that I wouldn't mind getting eaten by.
On Halloween I carved pumpkins, which is a lot more intensive labor than I had imagined.
Dressed up my roommates dog.
Got all dressed up, and passed out candy.
Then went out bar hopping with my roommates.
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Here is one of my roommates, Chris, the drunken Russian.
Matt who thinks he is too cool to dress up.
And when I got home my stoop looked like this...
I have been busy modeling as always. I went to a shoot yesterday. The photographer wouldn't shut up, he just kept talking and talking. I got some great images. When I have more time I will post.
I seem to have horrible luck when it comes to cars. A while back I was on a late night trip to the donut shop to get my midnight chocolate fix. On my way home some big SUV crosses over the double yellow lines, right in fount of me. I didn't even have enough time to stop, and hit her. This was not at all my fault, for she broke the fucking law, and caused the accident.
I got all here information, gave it to my insurance company, only to find out that all of the info was fake. WTF? Now I have to pay a deductible, and my insurance will probably go up thanks to her. I am a good driver too. I don't speed, I use my blinkers, and don't have any road rage. It's other stupid ass holes on the road that make me pay. 
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I was so upset when I got home, I started to cry. I only had the car for about a month and a half. I loved it. It was MY car. I got to pick it out. My old hand-me-down car was totaled in another accident. This one is so nice; it even has red and black leather upholstery.
Thinking of it now, I probably should have tried to call the cops. My cell phone was dead, and I was in the heart of downtown Oakland at 1am. Oakland cops are the worst, and probably wouldn't have even shown up.
I think I need to go and feed some starving people, and kiss babies to get my karma back in order.
On the brighter side of cars, I got a call form a lawyer, who said that I can get money for being injured in the accident that destroyed my old car. Here is what the damage looked like.
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While I was waiting at a red light off the freeway, I was just contemplating the universe, and thinking of what I needed to get from Walmart. I was startled by the sound of breaking glass and smashing metal behind me. I looked in the rear view mirror to see a car on it's side flying towards me. That image will forever be burned in the back of my mind. I remember wondering in that split second weather any one was killed and what I should do to help. That thought was quickly replaced with thoughts for my own safety, for the car came smashing into my rear end.
Realizing I wasn't injured, it was safe to get out. Dazed I climbed out of my car surprised to be alive. I wandered over to the car that had just hit me, still on it's side. A woman was trapped inside, moaning in horrifying pain. Crawling out covered in his own blood was the driver, Jason. Enough mandatory first aid classes had thought me not to touch them, for it could cause further injuries. I walked along to the next car, which seemed to have been clipped from behind on the drivers' side. While clutching her neck, the woman inside was crying and could barley speek English. I told her to stay still, and try not to move.
No drug made by man can match the high you get from a near death experience, if you so wish to call it that. The best part of this whole ordeal: NEW CAR!!!
Well now I have to go to work, which fucking blows.
See ya all later!
xoxo
Dice
thank you !