After hosing Jess off in the yard from the cake shoot... hung up to dry...
Bob Forrest came into our laundromat. Does he fluff and fold? What was he doing there?
90 Degree LA Nights
More roommate polaroid situation / Starr took this the other night when it was like a BILLION degrees in the apartment. He has some rad photos of his girl. Makes me hyped to have my film cameras in use again.
TWO WEEKS - COUNTDOWN IS ON - SEE YOU SOON BAY AREA - MISS MY LOVES!
You may have noticed the marked lack of articles on this site lately. Or, you haven't due to common occurences among my readers: 1) You're only here for the boobs, 2) You stopped reading long ago, or 3) Both.
However, with writing as one of my main strengths and sources of catharsis, I am informing you that while I have continued to write, much of it is devoted to my current Master's studies. This term, the bulk of my writing focuses on innovation and creativity as mechanisms for market-economy success, growth and effective leadership/management.
I may or may not post the PDFs at the end of the term once final grades are posted; as of now I am pleased to announce that so far I am still 96.4% NOT an idiot. The other 3.6% is under debate.
It is also notable that a smaller physical percentage of my brain must be responsible for a larger percentage of productive work, as my Brain function/energy is roughly divided as follows: 24.9% thinking about shoes & handbags, 24.9% thinking about music and art, 50% thinking about sex and 0.2% Productive Academic or Intellectual Endeavors. The percentage breakdown of Kinetic action may vary slightly.
Fellow Model Cherry Dollface, Me, and photog Miss Missy gather for a photoshoot in Hollywierd and a RUAP reunion, bringin back 2003!
Kat, Cherry & Me @ Troubadour for Longway/Briggs
Trev wore underwear just for the special occasion
Trev in the crowd
Band dressing room couch - strange things amiss
Cherry + Trev = My fave couple! Their first official date was at a Briggs show... Aw. Jerks.
I'M CVUSHING YOR HEDD
Today was rough: we woke up without hangovers, had El Pollo Loco for breakfast, read gossip mags, watched 5-10minutes each of about 50 Tivo'd episodes of trashy reality TV, fell asleep, woke up, Trevor returned home from work, we all went to get derricious pizza, had red velvet froyo, and then I came home. Life keeps getting better, 48 hours at a time...
Can't wait to see everyone @ the show in SF... counting down the days!
Shot with the infamous Marco Patino down in Montebello last weekend. He's become one of my greatest friends to work with! I can't even believe it's been six years since he first shot me for Lowrider... it's been good times collaborating ever since. This time it happened to involve having blue hair. Whatever, I'm into it! Check some samples on my other site if ya want... Like you need more pictures of my stupid face. Also... Cosmetics by my gal's company Sugarpill- check them out for the boldest, brightest eye pigments and loose non-metal glitters for dramatic looks without the eye or contact lens irritation and danger from metal. ("View image" for full size)
Proud owner of this new piece by one of my tattooers, Jeffery Page at True in Hollywood. Hit up @JeffreyPage on twitter for limited Giclee prints.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
1. Did you know there are only 3 ingredients in those small, concentrated industrial/institutional fragrance cans that go in the automated dispensers? The first two ingredients are Acetone, and Liquified Petroleum Gas. Maybe this among the bazillion reasons why the entire world has cancer - we "freshen" our industrial and institutional buildings with compressed gasses that require ID#'s to be used in manufacture. We walk around breathing that shit super concentrated in 15-minute timed bursts, on top of all the other shit floating around in the world. SAVE ME.
PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR WALLET IN EL SEGUNDO. Cracked x Cupcakess satisfying all your rum needs
2. When a guy and girl hook up for purely physical purposes, it's not that all chicks just go "psycho" and can't handle the NSA format. It's the DUDES that always get into the I Love You bullshit. No, you don't! Both parties are gonna get laid, that is the nature of the arrangement, so there's no need to drag all that shit into it... I cannot for the life of me understand why someone would say they love you if they don't, either by circumstance or intent... If you'd never said that it would have never gotten weird. Maybe the "I Love You" offenders are the ones with issues who are too chicken shit to admit their deep need for love and companionship, hence they continue to flush their life down the toilet with meaningless physical interactions and use "I Love You" to avoid the fact that they CHOOSE to operate in ways that perpetually lack truly satisfying experiences and healthy validation.
BREAKFAST IN LONG BEACH
3. I'm still navigating the gravitational pull of dysfunction
4. KING OF NEW YORK. Wish I could keep you happy, wish I could keep you young - you're a better man than that, time will show you... Or kill you. Stop wasting your life.
SONGBIRD - Big old jet airliner, don't carry me too far away...
5. Over time you can kill me, But I'll resurrect so... NANANANANANA You're never gonna thrill me, but you can kiss my ass so NANANANANA!!!!!!!!!
You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. ~Dr. Seuss
Tuesday, 20 April 2010 21:24
I havent been able to blog in so long that I wake up with this acute anxiety that I may not be alive. Some people think blogging is really stupid, and it might be. If I didn't post it here you can bet I'd have a pocket full of paper scraps with diagrams and words and experiences, so I don't forget my life. I've been so busy living it that I've not even had the chance to document it. I spent so much of my childhood being denied the validation of things being real and experiences being true that yes, some things I do have to write down.
Just to remember that they happened, and I enjoyed it.
Anyway last weekend I worked the Pike in Long Beach before the 2010 Grand Prix. This is the lovely Steph, my LA hair saint. Sorry Mickey, my hair is partly blonde, not green, you must be mistaken due to the GREEN bar lighting against a BLUE and white PBR wall. It's OK, I might have been confused also. It happens.
I found another pic from the Hayes Valley shoot with Ben Kasman back in Winter / Spring 2009. That was the last time I was fully blonde, but not the last time I was fully wasted. I'm sorry:
I kind of look like a Spanish soap actress on a lot of pills in this pic. I'm OK with that. I've been told I look Puerto Rican, too. And a great number of other things. It's too late at night for math. Work it out.
Then last Sunday I spent the day at Magic Mountain with my roommates Starr & Liz. It was an awesome end to an otherwise stressful and sorrow-laden week. Yes, we rode front row x2 on each ride, per ride. That's a lot more math. Basically, we skipped all the lines and spent 8 of 10 hours upside down and backwards. Love it.
Yesterday saw the passing of one of the greatest MCs of all time, if not THE best: Guru. Ironically it was one of the only days in the last 5-6 years that I have not listened to GangStarr. You cant fake your every-day agenda just because someone died. The music is in your soul or it is not. Live with that. You don't have to lie to kick it.
In addition to my job, I have been laden with Graduate School and the Sailor Jerry 2010 season. My Financial Reporting class is going as I would have imagined, it is pretty straight forward but good to know the technicalities of certain things. I cannot wait for my next class in June, which is something along the lines of Organizational Behavior.
