The "Filet" set was shot in my apartment by Steve Prue (tmronin). I have been a strict vegetarian for 15 fucking years, so I had to drink whiskey and take Vicodin to be able to do the shoot. There were a few times when I would touch the cold, Pam-covered meat and start gagging. But all in all, it was a TON of fun, and we listened to death metal to make me feel extra demonic while handling so much meat, which altogether ended up costing $80!
A friend of mine ate it all
He hasn't seen these pictures.....
A friend of mine ate it all
I am down south, and it's terribly hot, even at midnight. I opened the windows in my room, but now it's terribly noisy with frogs, crickets, and coyotes. No cars, no noise/light polution. A mosquito just flew into my ear....



...Oh, it's all really lovely and shit....but I think that living here again would drive me crazy. I'd much prefer to live in noisy NYC, traffic and people at all hours on the street.
I aim on gaining about 10 lbs while I am here (4 days! I don't know if I can do it...). I have become too thin, which I didn't think was possible, but it's to the point that organs are catching on my ribs or something like that. Anyway, the food here is so much better than anywhere else in the U.S. (at least to me...everything is deep-fried and covered in cheese), so it's a good place to do it.
Submitted a new set, shot by Steve Prue..........we'll see what happens


...Oh, it's all really lovely and shit....but I think that living here again would drive me crazy. I'd much prefer to live in noisy NYC, traffic and people at all hours on the street.
I aim on gaining about 10 lbs while I am here (4 days! I don't know if I can do it...). I have become too thin, which I didn't think was possible, but it's to the point that organs are catching on my ribs or something like that. Anyway, the food here is so much better than anywhere else in the U.S. (at least to me...everything is deep-fried and covered in cheese), so it's a good place to do it.
Submitted a new set, shot by Steve Prue..........we'll see what happens
I am selling things in the SG Sales Group to help with moving/travel costs (thanks to everyone for your sweet messages, I have found a place to stay in CT for the next two months, then will go to NYC from there, hopefully!), I will probably be adding a TON more soon. Alot of things have already sold, so just PM me to check 

Also, I have just listed a few items from my set, submit your best offer (looking to the sugar daddies...). The mesh panties came from Paris and I have had them for a while. The bra and corset are from Victoria's Secret. The thigh-high stockings are from Sock Man on St. Mark's. Thanks! PM ME your offer, damn you!



Just found an old college friend (actually, the first person I met at The Art Institute) on youtube.com...
If he hadn't approached me on my first day of school, it would've been a totally different four years of school, in a negative way.
I remember having pee contests on city streets, overtaking a gas station and getting on the intercom advertising "free sex to anyone who spends $20 on gas", and having a party that was so out of control that the police helicopter came. We threw bottles at it until it left. Dancing until I would black out...hiding from more police in dumpsters. Pouring wood sealant on my body. Man, art school was THE BEST!
Buy my shit, and I promise my undying love!
Hooray!
Was up until 5am, normally when I am alone and unable to sleep, I just take either a) Nyquil, b) klonopin, c) ambien, or d) drink excessively. Last night, I chose to watch this show...for almost 3 hours:
My brain is pretty screwy today. Enjoy!
Also, I have just listed a few items from my set, submit your best offer (looking to the sugar daddies...). The mesh panties came from Paris and I have had them for a while. The bra and corset are from Victoria's Secret. The thigh-high stockings are from Sock Man on St. Mark's. Thanks! PM ME your offer, damn you!



Just found an old college friend (actually, the first person I met at The Art Institute) on youtube.com...
If he hadn't approached me on my first day of school, it would've been a totally different four years of school, in a negative way.
I remember having pee contests on city streets, overtaking a gas station and getting on the intercom advertising "free sex to anyone who spends $20 on gas", and having a party that was so out of control that the police helicopter came. We threw bottles at it until it left. Dancing until I would black out...hiding from more police in dumpsters. Pouring wood sealant on my body. Man, art school was THE BEST!
Buy my shit, and I promise my undying love!
Hooray!
Was up until 5am, normally when I am alone and unable to sleep, I just take either a) Nyquil, b) klonopin, c) ambien, or d) drink excessively. Last night, I chose to watch this show...for almost 3 hours:
My brain is pretty screwy today. Enjoy!
Anyone in NYC....I am about to be homeless, need a job and a roommate! Help!
Check out some highlights from my C.V....if you know someone in the arts, or you yourself are involved with the arts, please let me know.

My future studio apartment!
I have interviews with galleries this month, but I need to move out sooner than later
-Fahrenheit Gallery, "Scientific Americans", performance art and music ensemble, Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-Music featured on KCUR (an NPR affiliate) in Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-H&R Block Art Space Exhibit, "Purge, Purify, Perfect", 16mm film, Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-MPress Gallery, Solo Exhibition, Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-Featured artist for "The Flaming Fire Illustrated Bible", 2004
-Louisiana Children's Museum, exhibit facilitator, New Orleans, LA (May-July 2004)
-Ogden Museum of Southern Art, docent, New Orleans, LA (March-June 2004)
-Tennessee State Museum, independent archivist and editor, Nashville, TN (March 2005-June 2005)

...suck you off for a cigarette...just kidding! Not really....ummm.
July 2005.....left my fancy job (yet again) for marriage....moved here and have been serving coffee with a brief stint as a librarian. I have two bachelor's degrees...art history, and photography from one of the top three art schools in the world. My IQ was tested at 133 on the WISC-IV.
...but I would be ok bartending again
At this point, I just need to get out of CT. I can cook extremely fattening authentic southern food....I am small, quiet, and I smell nice. Yay! Please adopt me?
Check out some highlights from my C.V....if you know someone in the arts, or you yourself are involved with the arts, please let me know.

My future studio apartment!
I have interviews with galleries this month, but I need to move out sooner than later
-Fahrenheit Gallery, "Scientific Americans", performance art and music ensemble, Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-Music featured on KCUR (an NPR affiliate) in Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-H&R Block Art Space Exhibit, "Purge, Purify, Perfect", 16mm film, Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-MPress Gallery, Solo Exhibition, Kansas City, Missouri, 2003
-Featured artist for "The Flaming Fire Illustrated Bible", 2004
-Louisiana Children's Museum, exhibit facilitator, New Orleans, LA (May-July 2004)
-Ogden Museum of Southern Art, docent, New Orleans, LA (March-June 2004)
-Tennessee State Museum, independent archivist and editor, Nashville, TN (March 2005-June 2005)

...suck you off for a cigarette...just kidding! Not really....ummm.
July 2005.....left my fancy job (yet again) for marriage....moved here and have been serving coffee with a brief stint as a librarian. I have two bachelor's degrees...art history, and photography from one of the top three art schools in the world. My IQ was tested at 133 on the WISC-IV.
...but I would be ok bartending again
Someone please read me a bedtime story and bring me a warm glass of milk.
Crappy video expressing how I would like to feel at 5am...sleepy...
.....pills should be kicking in...right about.....NOW!
I promise my next entry will be...enlightening
Crappy video expressing how I would like to feel at 5am...sleepy...
.....pills should be kicking in...right about.....NOW!
I promise my next entry will be...enlightening
Smoking pot is VERY bad for teh Bebe. Smoking pot when Bebe is on a diet, has nothing good to watch, and everyone she knows is asleep is even worse. Thank god for lots of old episodes of South Park, Law and Order, and Nyquil.

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*edit, next day....on my kitchen counter.....empty string cheese packets, shredded cheese sprinkled everywhere, empty beer bottles (I hate beer, but must've had some), empty carton of OJ, open bottle of vodka, empty fire sauce packets, and an empty pack of cigarettes.
Last weekend, I stayed with my bff in NYC.
She works at a club, and inherently, she deals with a lot of assholes. But she is the biggest asshole of all.

A guy came in and asked to check his coat. She said something to the extent of:
"Of course you can check your coat, in fact, if the building were to catch fire, I would guard your coat with MY LIFE."
Thinking that she was being a smartass, the guy made some sort of retort, to which she replied,
"No, sir. I am completely serious. You see, checking coats is all I know.I never went to school, and this is all I have. I love my job, I am dedicated. Please, let me check your coat. It would make me so happy. You can count on me, sir. Maybe one day, I will get a good job, and see the world. Maybe I will then be able to pay my bills,
and maybe...learn to read as well. I am just a simple southern girl, trapped in the big city."
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This is how I imagine people up here see my friend and I...pretty close to the truth, actually.
Apparently, he came back later feeling really bad, and said that he knew some people in the NYC Sanitation Dept., and that he could get her a job. Pretending to be overwhelmed by his kindness, she said, "Oh, you are so kind to me. If only I could get a job as good as to work for the Sanitation Dept., my dreams would come true. You have really made my night. Thank you."

Here is the e-mail that he sent soon after,
(the subject line was "I hope you can read this"):
> Hey there m******. It was nice meeting you last night. I can't
> wait to
> hear you play the piano! One time, I heard a record of unchained
> melody
> at my aunts house and I think that's definitly a classic. Do you
> know
> it? Jk. For real though. I want to hear you play. And I mentoned
> your
> name to someone at work. They are going to keep your email in case
> they
> need ya for something. Well. Have a good day!
> N***
Here is her brilliant reply:
"Ah reckun Ah kin read an' all. Ah jes' plumb fergot which uh dem dere
buttons to push to turn thisyer dangblasted com-puter on wit'. Yessuh,
Ah does enjoy me sum unchaint melody, dat be one of da fahnest songs
writ fer de pianny dere, don' even pertind it don' git ye lahk right
dere in duh heartstrangs lahk. I kin recollect mah maw dere sangin' it
bah mah crib dere when Ah wus jes' a lil' babe, all a-boo-hooin from de
colic 'n all. Dat song wuz de onliest thang dat would git de sandman to
come and put de sleep on mah poor lil' fevered haid. Whar ye work, all
big city lahk fancy, is ye? I ain't but an ol' broke down coat check.
But oncet, I had dis a-here dream of a-pickin' and a-totin' de white
folks' trash, an' maybe it sounds lahk some kinda high-falutin' puttin'
on airs an' all, but Ah really do thank Ah could do dat kinda work, if'n
I git me some larnin, yessuh."
He never replied. Ahhh, sooo great.
Off to eat more quesadillas and watch my favorite infomercial, "The Knife Show"!
Tonight's special....hooray!



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*edit, next day....on my kitchen counter.....empty string cheese packets, shredded cheese sprinkled everywhere, empty beer bottles (I hate beer, but must've had some), empty carton of OJ, open bottle of vodka, empty fire sauce packets, and an empty pack of cigarettes.
Last weekend, I stayed with my bff in NYC.
She works at a club, and inherently, she deals with a lot of assholes. But she is the biggest asshole of all.

A guy came in and asked to check his coat. She said something to the extent of:
"Of course you can check your coat, in fact, if the building were to catch fire, I would guard your coat with MY LIFE."
Thinking that she was being a smartass, the guy made some sort of retort, to which she replied,
"No, sir. I am completely serious. You see, checking coats is all I know.I never went to school, and this is all I have. I love my job, I am dedicated. Please, let me check your coat. It would make me so happy. You can count on me, sir. Maybe one day, I will get a good job, and see the world. Maybe I will then be able to pay my bills,
and maybe...learn to read as well. I am just a simple southern girl, trapped in the big city."
This is how I imagine people up here see my friend and I...pretty close to the truth, actually.
Apparently, he came back later feeling really bad, and said that he knew some people in the NYC Sanitation Dept., and that he could get her a job. Pretending to be overwhelmed by his kindness, she said, "Oh, you are so kind to me. If only I could get a job as good as to work for the Sanitation Dept., my dreams would come true. You have really made my night. Thank you."

Here is the e-mail that he sent soon after,
(the subject line was "I hope you can read this"):
> Hey there m******. It was nice meeting you last night. I can't
> wait to
> hear you play the piano! One time, I heard a record of unchained
> melody
> at my aunts house and I think that's definitly a classic. Do you
> know
> it? Jk. For real though. I want to hear you play. And I mentoned
> your
> name to someone at work. They are going to keep your email in case
> they
> need ya for something. Well. Have a good day!
> N***
Here is her brilliant reply:
"Ah reckun Ah kin read an' all. Ah jes' plumb fergot which uh dem dere
buttons to push to turn thisyer dangblasted com-puter on wit'. Yessuh,
Ah does enjoy me sum unchaint melody, dat be one of da fahnest songs
writ fer de pianny dere, don' even pertind it don' git ye lahk right
dere in duh heartstrangs lahk. I kin recollect mah maw dere sangin' it
bah mah crib dere when Ah wus jes' a lil' babe, all a-boo-hooin from de
colic 'n all. Dat song wuz de onliest thang dat would git de sandman to
come and put de sleep on mah poor lil' fevered haid. Whar ye work, all
big city lahk fancy, is ye? I ain't but an ol' broke down coat check.
But oncet, I had dis a-here dream of a-pickin' and a-totin' de white
folks' trash, an' maybe it sounds lahk some kinda high-falutin' puttin'
on airs an' all, but Ah really do thank Ah could do dat kinda work, if'n
I git me some larnin, yessuh."
He never replied. Ahhh, sooo great.
Off to eat more quesadillas and watch my favorite infomercial, "The Knife Show"!
Tonight's special....hooray!

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