Wow. There's practically nothing that I have to say right now.
I'm going to ask Ioana to shoot my SB set when I finally buy that Canon. Nerve-wracking, yes; scary, definitely; but in the end, I think she's got a brilliant eye for modelling photography.
And I've got the strangest little thing to ask her about, too...
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I was at her cottage yesterday, sitting in the small area that could, in some urban high-rise, be considered a front porch. Her boss's daughter was threatening to take several knifes and run them through my hands, my knees, my eyes, my feet, and more. Then she'd stick a giant beaver in the hole she would make in my throat.
When she ran inside to change and Ioana stood in the doorway, putting her earrings on, I realized: a domestic life, a quiet life, would be nice. But, that just doesn't feel like the life I'm supposed to lead.
I wonder to myself why Ioana spends so much time talking about motherhood around me. The signals she sends out nowadays are so strange.
So I guess that first line I wrote was pure bullshit, eh?
I'm going to ask Ioana to shoot my SB set when I finally buy that Canon. Nerve-wracking, yes; scary, definitely; but in the end, I think she's got a brilliant eye for modelling photography.
And I've got the strangest little thing to ask her about, too...
~
I was at her cottage yesterday, sitting in the small area that could, in some urban high-rise, be considered a front porch. Her boss's daughter was threatening to take several knifes and run them through my hands, my knees, my eyes, my feet, and more. Then she'd stick a giant beaver in the hole she would make in my throat.
When she ran inside to change and Ioana stood in the doorway, putting her earrings on, I realized: a domestic life, a quiet life, would be nice. But, that just doesn't feel like the life I'm supposed to lead.
I wonder to myself why Ioana spends so much time talking about motherhood around me. The signals she sends out nowadays are so strange.
So I guess that first line I wrote was pure bullshit, eh?