Last week the boy had The Crude. I tried very very hard to not get The Crude. I have no time to be sick. None. Maybe a minute or two next week sometime but certainly not this week. So no kissin' on him at all. I started taking Airborne and vitamin C and being all kinds of health conscience...
Bah.
So here I am suck in sicko limbo land. I'm not quite sick. But certainly not well either. And I'm going on day 5 of not-crude. If I had gotten the fucking crude I'd be better now.
Yesterday, my not-crude and I spend the day with a new model at the costume shop picking out fun outfits (yes, my dream day) and today we are supposed to shoot. Goldielocks and the Three Bears. Naughty pin up sailor. Mrs Robinson. Can-can girl. Yes. It would be another of my dream days. But my not-crude is not-letting me get ready.
I decided I would man up and ignore the fact that I feel like I should be in bed - mostly because when I am in bed I feel like I should be up getting ready for the shoot. I decided to get up and put some henna on my hair and move furniture while my hair marinates and I once again become the red I was born with (in my dreams.)
This plan sounded genius at the time. It exhibits the time management skills I sometimes think I have. The ones I really need. Two birds! One Stone!
The reality of it is that now my bathroom looks like a mud monster was brutally slayed in it. I look like I have a mud pie on my head. No furniture has been moved. And many naked ladies have been looked at - cause when you have not-crude, what is better then looking at naked ladies!?
So I am now, further then ever from my goal of arranging a set for Goldilocks and as a bonus, covered in mud.
I really need to feel better because tomorrow morning I am having luncheon with Senator Hilary Clinton. Well, me and about 500 other people. I will probably be the only sex working pornographer though. Actually, this being San Francisco. Maybe I shouldn't say that.
And Saturday I'm modeling for Lauren McCubbin's new project.
And Sunday I'm recording a segment for FetishFlame.com.
Monday. Monday I can be sick. But only until 4pm.
I leave you with a picture I shot a while ago. May I present; Miss Mimi Von Terror.
Bah.
So here I am suck in sicko limbo land. I'm not quite sick. But certainly not well either. And I'm going on day 5 of not-crude. If I had gotten the fucking crude I'd be better now.
Yesterday, my not-crude and I spend the day with a new model at the costume shop picking out fun outfits (yes, my dream day) and today we are supposed to shoot. Goldielocks and the Three Bears. Naughty pin up sailor. Mrs Robinson. Can-can girl. Yes. It would be another of my dream days. But my not-crude is not-letting me get ready.
I decided I would man up and ignore the fact that I feel like I should be in bed - mostly because when I am in bed I feel like I should be up getting ready for the shoot. I decided to get up and put some henna on my hair and move furniture while my hair marinates and I once again become the red I was born with (in my dreams.)
This plan sounded genius at the time. It exhibits the time management skills I sometimes think I have. The ones I really need. Two birds! One Stone!
The reality of it is that now my bathroom looks like a mud monster was brutally slayed in it. I look like I have a mud pie on my head. No furniture has been moved. And many naked ladies have been looked at - cause when you have not-crude, what is better then looking at naked ladies!?
So I am now, further then ever from my goal of arranging a set for Goldilocks and as a bonus, covered in mud.
I really need to feel better because tomorrow morning I am having luncheon with Senator Hilary Clinton. Well, me and about 500 other people. I will probably be the only sex working pornographer though. Actually, this being San Francisco. Maybe I shouldn't say that.
And Saturday I'm modeling for Lauren McCubbin's new project.
And Sunday I'm recording a segment for FetishFlame.com.
Monday. Monday I can be sick. But only until 4pm.
I leave you with a picture I shot a while ago. May I present; Miss Mimi Von Terror.
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(i love that i'm the lab tech right now but i'm sitting in the equipment room with a macbook looking at sg...except that now the two most annoying boys in the photo department will not stop talking at me. i say boys but they are both in their thirties. i'm going to stab myself in the eye, they havn't even noticed that i'm typing and not looking at them)
i hope this amuses you somewhat...also, i found the most fantastic yogurt at trader joes...this is their website...Spega