yea.. check this shit out: http://www.wherifywireless.com/prod_watches.htm I am writing again. The sun is out after having been gone for what seems like weeks…. I am hooking a few pictures up. there is a certain energy in them as yet unmatched. more about that later.
I am an ass, with no time but here are some pretty things to look at if you are interested: click that shit will be updated to all new images on tuesday night bye bye bon bobos I miss certain people a little too much. *cries*
so yea. no idea what to say. to do. you say your distance has turned you into the aggressor. the defiant. the stretching out to touch the sea kind of boy. a friend of mine said to me today: “i’ve forgotten what you look like. i only remember that you’re tall, painted, and spit flames”….
well well well. I guess I am going on a little tour of sorts. Across the country through the highways and biways of the backwoods. Will be leaving soon after fashion week. Me, three photographers, a mini van, a truck, and thousands of miles in between the destination points. Those being chicago, detroit, dallas, LA,…
I asked my agent/manager the person who keeps me up at night how I would know if it was the person. The one to choose, not necessarily the one I should choose. He said, you’ll know. You will know. How strange it is today. I hung out in the city with homo Jeremy. Chilled. Strange…
I realized a few moments ago what a perceived absence can do to a lonely two hearts. Not speaking to you, too tired to deal with late night phone calls and early morning wake-me-ups. I haven’t forgotten. Not at all. Like I don’t think, miss, hit, spin back. I am dizzy from this flailing wave…
Shit, dog. How busy can a little girl get in the course of a week and some? Somehow this modeling thing has kind of taken over some shit for a bit, and expanded upon itself to the point of no soon return. I have a manager, or rather someone who thinks they can plaster my…
The avatar was from a shoot in philly. These are from newark.
I have these things, dreams, connected by moments, memories. Each one a story compounded one on top of the other. I was working last night, prancing around behind the bar, same shit, and the trigger hit. Strangely, much like my dreams most of the time, the trigger is something I could not tell you. My…
So. I have tried to pull out all the stops. Figure a way out to get to the barbecue in Toronto tomorrow. The issues? My car and it’s broken windshield wiper situation. And then there’s the whole release from my license suspension. Here they suspend your license for unpaid parking tickets. I know this has…
