peaseblossom

I...
Hm.
I don't know what to say.
I applied to be a Suicide Girl.
"I am sorry, we can not use you for the site at this time. Thank you for applying, and we will keep your information on file."
Well, fuck.

I'd love to be a Suicide Girl. I wonder if I'd actually be comfortable stripping in front of a camera. I'd definitely need to be really comfortable with my photographer.
Damnit, Lissa said she'd take nudie pics of me, and then she apparently left town. I have no idea where she is, and I don't have a photographer now that I'm actually old enough to...
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John told me I'd have to get used to being hit on.
But I wasn't expecting what happened last night.
I got hit on. Over the phone. By a guy in Michigan. Who was doing a phone survey - or, was supposed to be doing one, at least. He kept getting sidetracked from the survey questions and asking me personal questions. VERY personal, in some...
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God, I love music. I've got a pretty weird playlist, though: Def Leppard, Mindless Sel Indulgence, Less Than Jake, VAST, Garbage...

I really should practice my bass today, and practice singing with it. It'd rock if I could write something today. I haven't had band practice in a long time. It's been weeks since we got together, and even then, we were all so sick/tired/out...
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THANK YOU JOHN!
THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!

So, I'm finally a SG member. Hopefully, I'll be a model soon, too. That would be nifty.