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Suicide Girls is like my myspace, facebook, and twitter combines. I'm realizing I post blogs every day. Aren't I the productive type. Well I'm a little better from my sickness, which is good because I have 1,000 word essay due Tuesday, I must study for an Astronomy exam that I know nothing about that's coming soon, I have an interview for an internship I need to get ready for (which includes getting pieces of my writing together), I need to figure out my schedule because I have a photoshoot (non-nude, just helping out some random girl) next weekend along with a Gay Straight Alliance bonfire. I'm not that busy, really.
Here are some videos I cant stop listening to:
and me naked
Here are some videos I cant stop listening to:
and me naked
Pictures of my sick face, without makeup. This is me playing with the contrast of my editor
I hope everyone has a good day/night. Show my member review set some love
I hope everyone has a good day/night. Show my member review set some love
Hi everyone! Some topics for today: naked girls, vegans, and my friends band.
Today is a wonderful breezy day in my neighborhood, took a walk around downtown and played at the park like a kid again. My electricity is finally fucking fixed!
Chatting with Gypsy about doing a multi soon, maybe a couple months, super excited! Finally some girl on girl action for Exning in a photoshoot haha.
Although I'm very happy to be doing a shoot, I'm also still planning another shoot for the future tributing to The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'm not quite sure when I should do it, considering my last photoshoot only has below 300 comments and not sure if it will ever be bought. We'll see, go show it some love
I've been curious also, to my fellow vegan friends: Is it bad for a vegan to say...buy something from Taco Bell (or McDonalds or anywhere for that matter) that includes meat, take off the meat, and then eat it? Does it defy the whole purpose of taking the 'big corporations down that kill poor animals' or is it just for health reasons? I was just wondering, I'm not a vegan myself, im allergic to too many things to NOT live without meat, but felt a little saddened when my vegan friend contributed to buying food from a place that won't make the difference the vegan community wants. Maybe I'm misinformed about the whole culture, but I would like some insight, which is why I'm asking everyone in SGLAND!
Unfortunately this week I missed my buddies from The Union Line play because of my school priorities. They are an amazing band, with great attitudes that are super fun to hang out with. To me, they are a mix of Strokes and Cold War Kids with a more folky sound. Check them out at www.myspace.com/theunionline
If they are in your area while touring, give them a place to sleep! Last time I hung out with them it was a hit or miss to find a place to sleep or get money to eat. But damn, they know how to have fun
Today is a wonderful breezy day in my neighborhood, took a walk around downtown and played at the park like a kid again. My electricity is finally fucking fixed!
Chatting with Gypsy about doing a multi soon, maybe a couple months, super excited! Finally some girl on girl action for Exning in a photoshoot haha.
Although I'm very happy to be doing a shoot, I'm also still planning another shoot for the future tributing to The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'm not quite sure when I should do it, considering my last photoshoot only has below 300 comments and not sure if it will ever be bought. We'll see, go show it some love
I've been curious also, to my fellow vegan friends: Is it bad for a vegan to say...buy something from Taco Bell (or McDonalds or anywhere for that matter) that includes meat, take off the meat, and then eat it? Does it defy the whole purpose of taking the 'big corporations down that kill poor animals' or is it just for health reasons? I was just wondering, I'm not a vegan myself, im allergic to too many things to NOT live without meat, but felt a little saddened when my vegan friend contributed to buying food from a place that won't make the difference the vegan community wants. Maybe I'm misinformed about the whole culture, but I would like some insight, which is why I'm asking everyone in SGLAND!
Unfortunately this week I missed my buddies from The Union Line play because of my school priorities. They are an amazing band, with great attitudes that are super fun to hang out with. To me, they are a mix of Strokes and Cold War Kids with a more folky sound. Check them out at www.myspace.com/theunionline
If they are in your area while touring, give them a place to sleep! Last time I hung out with them it was a hit or miss to find a place to sleep or get money to eat. But damn, they know how to have fun
Thank you all for all the birthday wishes! I'm waiting for this weekend to party up, become broke by buying alcohol. Last night I came home to a balloon infested studio and had a couple mojitos that I legall bought from Bevmo. It feels so good to get carded or be able to pick your own alcohol
I'll make sure I take lots of photos for my birthday to show you
My electricity is going to shit. Only the tv and laptop can turn on, and I'm not sure my fridge is turned on. The electricity box keeps going insane and turning on and off the switch no longer works. You must use pressure, duck tape, and magic in order for the microwave or blow dryer to work. This apartment has treated me well, but it is, unfortunately, too damn old. So, next month I will be looking for a new place, hopefully still in the downtown area. There are many for rent signs, and I'm damn sure I can find some studio here for less than what I pay (850, yikes i know)
(this is a street located in Imperial Valley, CA. My hometown. There's also Keystone street)
I'll make sure I take lots of photos for my birthday to show you
My electricity is going to shit. Only the tv and laptop can turn on, and I'm not sure my fridge is turned on. The electricity box keeps going insane and turning on and off the switch no longer works. You must use pressure, duck tape, and magic in order for the microwave or blow dryer to work. This apartment has treated me well, but it is, unfortunately, too damn old. So, next month I will be looking for a new place, hopefully still in the downtown area. There are many for rent signs, and I'm damn sure I can find some studio here for less than what I pay (850, yikes i know)
(this is a street located in Imperial Valley, CA. My hometown. There's also Keystone street)
TOMMOROWS MY MOTHER FUCKING 21ST BIRTHDAY!
show me love on my balloon set its my birthday gift to all
show me love on my balloon set
its my birthday gift to allPicture Time!
(that is where i grew up.)
(my boyfriend and i on a 9 hour drive back home)
(being noble at my apartment)
(left: my exboyfriend named Mitch, right: my current boyfriend named Mitch. no joke)
(this drinking game lasted about 30 seconds)
(a drawing im currently working on)
(my room)
(that is where i grew up.)
(my boyfriend and i on a 9 hour drive back home)
(being noble at my apartment)
(left: my exboyfriend named Mitch, right: my current boyfriend named Mitch. no joke)
(this drinking game lasted about 30 seconds)
(a drawing im currently working on)
(my room)
Is this how they explained to us what being 15 felt like? You cant remember what page number it explained how to get out of a thinly coated life of cleaning detergent, condoms, sweat, and acid vomit. You are surrounded with voices that dont speak, eyes that cant see through the rooms without windows. Your friends havent promised you anything, and life continues to be filled with hits of a shared speedball.
You dont need to remember what life feels like when someone finally passes you the gift of death. With every long breath, the taste of batteries, shattered glass, and melted plastic consumes your lungs. You exhale like you are just being born, the satisfaction of this cloud of smoke. This is the satisfaction you are living for.
You wake up to the sad, normal sound of a garage door being opened from the woman who wasted 12 hours of labor to bring you into the world. When time seems to go so fast, its the realization that you are always daydreaming and bored, no matter what. A note is still planted on your door from the morning: call doctor, eat a good lunch, love mom.
As the door slams, there is the mutter of, I still need to get that fixed. Every sound is magnified 20 times louder with a microphone in your ear, the sound of a rumble with no pitch. That feeling that makes you decide if you feel like living comes once again. You try to keep your vision straight, explaining the homework you finished as you simultaneously scratch the inside of your brain. If only there was a time that you looked into her eyes and wondered what went wrong, what had changed, but there was the only vibration-or numbness. This is the vibration of your brain trying to wake you up, trying to give you the feeling your forgot you had missed along the road. You know, that road you passed up prom for with a bag of crystallized dance fever instead. People have their regrets about high school, others would just like to remember something they regret.
But the only part that really bothers you arent the cries from your mother you once learned how to love or the paintbrushes that are still crusted over from an easel last used when you could smile. Its not how every inch of skin crawls underneath you or the sweat that unexpectedly drips when youre thinking out loud. Its the urge. That feeling when your chest hits the floor as you listen to the baby cry and the family screaming to your dealer that they just, cant, do this anymore. Its that feeling that your life is stopping because everyone else cant live it for you.
Theres always those parts you forget to remember, but they always seem to come back. The most mundane things like a handshake you remember your sophomore year or that song your friends use to be obsessed with become a remarkable memory because thats all you have. The memories are either made up in your head or remembered on accident.
You dont need to remember what life feels like when someone finally passes you the gift of death. With every long breath, the taste of batteries, shattered glass, and melted plastic consumes your lungs. You exhale like you are just being born, the satisfaction of this cloud of smoke. This is the satisfaction you are living for.
You wake up to the sad, normal sound of a garage door being opened from the woman who wasted 12 hours of labor to bring you into the world. When time seems to go so fast, its the realization that you are always daydreaming and bored, no matter what. A note is still planted on your door from the morning: call doctor, eat a good lunch, love mom.
As the door slams, there is the mutter of, I still need to get that fixed. Every sound is magnified 20 times louder with a microphone in your ear, the sound of a rumble with no pitch. That feeling that makes you decide if you feel like living comes once again. You try to keep your vision straight, explaining the homework you finished as you simultaneously scratch the inside of your brain. If only there was a time that you looked into her eyes and wondered what went wrong, what had changed, but there was the only vibration-or numbness. This is the vibration of your brain trying to wake you up, trying to give you the feeling your forgot you had missed along the road. You know, that road you passed up prom for with a bag of crystallized dance fever instead. People have their regrets about high school, others would just like to remember something they regret.
But the only part that really bothers you arent the cries from your mother you once learned how to love or the paintbrushes that are still crusted over from an easel last used when you could smile. Its not how every inch of skin crawls underneath you or the sweat that unexpectedly drips when youre thinking out loud. Its the urge. That feeling when your chest hits the floor as you listen to the baby cry and the family screaming to your dealer that they just, cant, do this anymore. Its that feeling that your life is stopping because everyone else cant live it for you.
Theres always those parts you forget to remember, but they always seem to come back. The most mundane things like a handshake you remember your sophomore year or that song your friends use to be obsessed with become a remarkable memory because thats all you have. The memories are either made up in your head or remembered on accident.
