and more…

Published March 18th, 2005 in 2000-2011 | 2 Comments ยป

Anyways…words are knuckled on the side of my brain, waiting to drip down in explosion out of my mouth. I got asked to runway model this fashion show in town next Friday, at a bar no less, and I am having issues deciding what to do. The bar fashion show is usually pretty stupid, makeup and hair in a freezing room for 3 hours for about 5 minutes of walking fame. Then people do what they do, and usually I sit stunted at the lack of general communication available in the room. Yes, they have advertising, yes my pictures are going to be in a slideshow on the wall as the “Lloyd Goldman girl”, but do I care? I mean sure, with all this ego trumping I have suffered lately, it would be nice to be a little superstar for a night. That same night is the MW/Kaiser Chiefs show. It’s a big deal for the boy for me to be there, given that they have the middle slot, and are no longer the opening act. And I dig a little rock n roll. But they will be playing quite a bit in the coming months to lay out their record, releasing in August. And I think maybe I should try it one more time, maybe get some more modeling work out of it, but I don’t know. Rock shows are fun, good music and all. I have never seen the Kaiser Chiefs, but I don’t know the music anyways. I am musically inept, paralyzed by years of just not giving a shit about the radio. Somehow during this time all of my underground progressive emo rock became pop, and I really think I missed the boat.

Who knows? I gotta decide soon, but I want the decision made for me.

Category: 2000-2011

2 Responses to “and more…”

  1. seandiablo says:

    good god, you finally decided to stop mooching smokes off people?

    that’s probably the most shocking, awe-inspiring news i have heard all day!
    (it is only 10 AM!)

    i will hold you to this, even when you ask for a drag.

    keep your grubby hands off my smokey treats.

    next step: make your OWN decisions ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • deanna says:

      hahaha

      Nope, no more bumming. It didn’t even really bother me to just quit, just decide to stop. I don’t think I was addicted to anything more than the comfort of being able to fill my lungs with black smog in an effort to calm my nerves.

      I still haven’t made a decision, but I must quite soon.

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