beedy beedy funky spunk, touch my ass, I’ll shoot your junk.
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 image all over the place. How he proposes to do this is beyond me. However, I do have some amazing shoots booked over the coming weeks, and have a few video offers as well coming down the pipes. Meeting with this guy in nyc on Friday to discuss the video thing. My manager is in L.A. Wants to scoop me in that general direction but the tradeoff seems not quite worth the effort.
The heat this summer, though welcome, has sent my head into a tailspin. I have rediscovered my love of train travel, hooking on, head peaked over the edge, window. I had some interesting dreams that day I went to Newark and Philly. While the train sputtered past Harrison, I thought of all the train cars abandoned on grass in front of me and what essences of people had been left. Then I thought I sensed the death, which didn’t really spit up and hit me in the chin, but remained like a steamy residue on the window panes as we rode by.
I need to keep on top of my realizations and stories and such. I had some people tell me some fucked up things over the course of the week. Little slips of paper memory stuck to the sides of my brain, wet.
Anyhow, I am in the process of getting my passport. Starting the process today, in fact. Maybe I will get somewhere soon.
rockout little bunnies.
