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Things that happened this week: (no not in the news-- in my life.)
I went food shopping and there was this baby that couldn't have been over 6 mnths old left alone in her stroller in one of the aisles. People are so fucking complacent and stupid that they just kept passing her by, cooing about how cute she was, while I'm asking everyone around if they know who's baby this is. Funniest part is that people are looking at me like I'm insane. WTF? So some woman on line tells me, "Oh yeah, the mother just left her there and went down one of the aisles." Oh, okay then. That explains everything.
Now I'm loking for the "parent" if the baby, ready to tear her ovaries out of her asshole so she cannot continue to burden the world her unsuitable parenting. Some stupid, blank faced moron comes traipsing down the aisle with this dumb smile on her face, like it's cute that I'm standing there, watching HER child.
You have no idea how close I came to getting thrown out of Stop n Shop.
Wait though--it doesn't stop there! I'm finally calming down a bit and am waiting on the line at the deli counter.
A man passes by with is 3-4 yr. old son, who is enertaining himself with a PLASTIC BAG. Holy shitballs.
Hey kids? You know what's fun? Put this baggie over your head and you'll find out! Where the hell do I live?
Okay, so that's about all of the assholery I can tolerate for a week. Now for me to make you laugh, hopefully.
Here are some pictures from my New Years Eve party two years ago. My friend Dan fell asleep. Bad idea.
There was a hot dog, anal lube, yogurt and other assorted items involved in his epic torture. He didn't wake up during this, oddly. Please look and behold my twisted sense of humor:
This is how it started. Who knew how far we'd go?
Let's add some items to see if he wakes up:
Okay, not waking up. Oh shit, I think I'm drunk. Let's take it out on Dan!
Yeah, it get's worse:
That's a hot dog and yogurt.
Holy shit, That Fabrizia is whacked. How is he asleep?!
I am so mature.
At this point we assume Dan is a ragdoll who exists soley for our amusement. Or that he has died.
In this pic, my friend Kat is screaming at me, "The hot dog is bending! Stop pushing it down so hard! You're going to a very dark place! Stop!"
But she's laughing her as off so I continue to put a yogurt an lube covered frank in the crack of my friend's bum:
That concludes what happened when I drank too much on New Years 2007. Dan woke up the next day and asked me what that white stuff was and why he had lube next to him. Hahaha.
I went food shopping and there was this baby that couldn't have been over 6 mnths old left alone in her stroller in one of the aisles. People are so fucking complacent and stupid that they just kept passing her by, cooing about how cute she was, while I'm asking everyone around if they know who's baby this is. Funniest part is that people are looking at me like I'm insane. WTF? So some woman on line tells me, "Oh yeah, the mother just left her there and went down one of the aisles." Oh, okay then. That explains everything.
Now I'm loking for the "parent" if the baby, ready to tear her ovaries out of her asshole so she cannot continue to burden the world her unsuitable parenting. Some stupid, blank faced moron comes traipsing down the aisle with this dumb smile on her face, like it's cute that I'm standing there, watching HER child.
You have no idea how close I came to getting thrown out of Stop n Shop.
Wait though--it doesn't stop there! I'm finally calming down a bit and am waiting on the line at the deli counter.
A man passes by with is 3-4 yr. old son, who is enertaining himself with a PLASTIC BAG. Holy shitballs.
Hey kids? You know what's fun? Put this baggie over your head and you'll find out! Where the hell do I live?
Okay, so that's about all of the assholery I can tolerate for a week. Now for me to make you laugh, hopefully.
Here are some pictures from my New Years Eve party two years ago. My friend Dan fell asleep. Bad idea.
There was a hot dog, anal lube, yogurt and other assorted items involved in his epic torture. He didn't wake up during this, oddly. Please look and behold my twisted sense of humor:
This is how it started. Who knew how far we'd go?
Let's add some items to see if he wakes up:
Okay, not waking up. Oh shit, I think I'm drunk. Let's take it out on Dan!
Yeah, it get's worse:
That's a hot dog and yogurt.
Holy shit, That Fabrizia is whacked. How is he asleep?!
I am so mature.
At this point we assume Dan is a ragdoll who exists soley for our amusement. Or that he has died.
In this pic, my friend Kat is screaming at me, "The hot dog is bending! Stop pushing it down so hard! You're going to a very dark place! Stop!"
But she's laughing her as off so I continue to put a yogurt an lube covered frank in the crack of my friend's bum:
That concludes what happened when I drank too much on New Years 2007. Dan woke up the next day and asked me what that white stuff was and why he had lube next to him. Hahaha.
I want new tattoos. Like, several of them. I've actually compiled a list of everything I want to do and figured out that there will be more money invested in my tattoos than I even have to my name, or will anytime soon!
Sigh. I think my next one will be my forearms or my chest. I'm really debating the chest piece though. Maybe I should wait until I'm sure. The piece on my arm really needs to get finished soon. I haven't had the time to make an appointment and just get it done. Perhaps I'll do it next week.
I got the funniest "job" offer from a supposed modeling agency in my e-mail the other day.... be prepared to laugh until you shit. I cut out the link to the site and the lady's name who sent it to me for safeguarding reasons. I get so many bogus job offers. See below:
"....There is NO playing with poop! No humiliation!! No sex with others! Only voyeuristic clips about what you and me are doing on the toilet daily.
There are thousands of guys out there who get excited when they see a girl poop or pee (this fetish is called softscat or EFRO). They never get the possibility to see that in real life, so thatÂ’s why this website was founded.
Big Brother in the bathroom:
It is very easy to earn between 250 euros and 1000 euros ($320-$1270) for 15 minutes film. You will earn much more if the quality of the clip is very good: nice location, teasing and playing with the camera, etc.. You can record yourself in private without contact with others or a producers. Click on the link below and watch the clip which shows you how easy it is:
Stop flushing money through the toilet! And start today. The money will be on your bankaccount within 24 hours "
Wow, no playing with poop? This sounds like an opportunity! How could I pass up the offer to film myself taking a heaving shit for all to see? The best part is the money goes STRAIGHT TO MY BANK ACCOUNT! How convenient!
So many of you have left me really nice messages and comments about my set, Reprieve
If I haven't said thank you to you personally than I want ya to know I am thankful for all of your support!
Thanks guys!
Sigh. I think my next one will be my forearms or my chest. I'm really debating the chest piece though. Maybe I should wait until I'm sure. The piece on my arm really needs to get finished soon. I haven't had the time to make an appointment and just get it done. Perhaps I'll do it next week.
I got the funniest "job" offer from a supposed modeling agency in my e-mail the other day.... be prepared to laugh until you shit. I cut out the link to the site and the lady's name who sent it to me for safeguarding reasons. I get so many bogus job offers. See below:
"....There is NO playing with poop! No humiliation!! No sex with others! Only voyeuristic clips about what you and me are doing on the toilet daily.
There are thousands of guys out there who get excited when they see a girl poop or pee (this fetish is called softscat or EFRO). They never get the possibility to see that in real life, so thatÂ’s why this website was founded.
Big Brother in the bathroom:
It is very easy to earn between 250 euros and 1000 euros ($320-$1270) for 15 minutes film. You will earn much more if the quality of the clip is very good: nice location, teasing and playing with the camera, etc.. You can record yourself in private without contact with others or a producers. Click on the link below and watch the clip which shows you how easy it is:
Stop flushing money through the toilet! And start today. The money will be on your bankaccount within 24 hours "
Wow, no playing with poop? This sounds like an opportunity! How could I pass up the offer to film myself taking a heaving shit for all to see? The best part is the money goes STRAIGHT TO MY BANK ACCOUNT! How convenient!
So many of you have left me really nice messages and comments about my set, Reprieve
If I haven't said thank you to you personally than I want ya to know I am thankful for all of your support!
Thanks guys!
Hi everyone,
I bought this incredible cool book last night:
I really love the pinup style and look as you may have guessed by my first set I did last year.
I also wish that there was more of this on SG currently. What do you guys think? I don't knowwhy this isn't so, I just want to see more of it. I would like to shoot another set this of style too.
Example, this is from an old set but I adore it.
Bettina
I just love all things glamour and vintage. Here's a pic that isn't part of any of my sets but I looove.
Brooklyn shot it the same day as my first set got done. My hair has almost an entire can of spray in it.
I went to see The Orphan last night after going to Barnes and Nobles. The movie is siiick. I loved it!
Oh, and I can't get my eye makeup off. Well, in truth, I haven't exactly tried yet. I did magenta and red shadow and it really stayed on. Kind of scary how well, actually. Yeah, I'm a hot mess right now guys. Oh, did I mention that I love all things glamour? Ha. So much for that.
I cut some bangs recently. No, I don't have a REAL camera so don't make fun!
Have a good rest of the weekend guys. Going to do nothing but relax now!
I bought this incredible cool book last night:
I really love the pinup style and look as you may have guessed by my first set I did last year.
I also wish that there was more of this on SG currently. What do you guys think? I don't knowwhy this isn't so, I just want to see more of it. I would like to shoot another set this of style too.
Example, this is from an old set but I adore it.
Bettina
I just love all things glamour and vintage. Here's a pic that isn't part of any of my sets but I looove.
Brooklyn shot it the same day as my first set got done. My hair has almost an entire can of spray in it.
I went to see The Orphan last night after going to Barnes and Nobles. The movie is siiick. I loved it!
Oh, and I can't get my eye makeup off. Well, in truth, I haven't exactly tried yet. I did magenta and red shadow and it really stayed on. Kind of scary how well, actually. Yeah, I'm a hot mess right now guys. Oh, did I mention that I love all things glamour? Ha. So much for that.
I cut some bangs recently. No, I don't have a REAL camera so don't make fun!
Have a good rest of the weekend guys. Going to do nothing but relax now!
What's up people? Happy hump day. Oh.. wait.. that was yesterday. Who cares, it's still a workday, right?
Work is really getting to me. There's just a lot of negativity there and honestly, it's a job-not a career. I always wanted to work in a creative field and not a corporate type job but alas, I am part of the latter for now.
We had to watch this ultra-gay 1980's safety video today. I was laughing throughout the whole thing. Mom jeans, porn mustaches and big hair complete with horrid acting throughout. (I'm in management and am supposed to set an example, but come on!) I'm not planning on being there forever. This is just a stepping stone towards something bigger and better. I am at a point where I can barely stand anymore of this shit though. Augh!!!
I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who left me such sweet comments on my new set,
It really means a lot to me, especially those of you who took the time out to really leave something thoughtful.
I really hope that this one makes me pink! I would do cartwheels across my living room. I don't even care about the money that much, oddly. For me it's about being part of something that, when I found out about it, was one of the coolest ideas/movements I'd ever heard of-- and still is. Although the concept of "alternative" has become more mainstream than it was some years ago, the attititude and mentality are still the same to me.
Now i sound old--back in my day, we didn't have Hot Topic. We bought our clothes at the Salvation Army, sewed our own stuff, made shirts out of duct tape, (I swear), pierced our own noses and made FANZINES. Remember those?! It seems like there is no counter culture anymore, almost. However to me, it's not about the clothes and all of that shit anyhow.
I have to wear a fucking suit to work but I'm still the same damned person.
Check out:
Reprieve
Work is really getting to me. There's just a lot of negativity there and honestly, it's a job-not a career. I always wanted to work in a creative field and not a corporate type job but alas, I am part of the latter for now.
We had to watch this ultra-gay 1980's safety video today. I was laughing throughout the whole thing. Mom jeans, porn mustaches and big hair complete with horrid acting throughout. (I'm in management and am supposed to set an example, but come on!) I'm not planning on being there forever. This is just a stepping stone towards something bigger and better. I am at a point where I can barely stand anymore of this shit though. Augh!!!
I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who left me such sweet comments on my new set,
It really means a lot to me, especially those of you who took the time out to really leave something thoughtful.
I really hope that this one makes me pink! I would do cartwheels across my living room. I don't even care about the money that much, oddly. For me it's about being part of something that, when I found out about it, was one of the coolest ideas/movements I'd ever heard of-- and still is. Although the concept of "alternative" has become more mainstream than it was some years ago, the attititude and mentality are still the same to me.
Now i sound old--back in my day, we didn't have Hot Topic. We bought our clothes at the Salvation Army, sewed our own stuff, made shirts out of duct tape, (I swear), pierced our own noses and made FANZINES. Remember those?! It seems like there is no counter culture anymore, almost. However to me, it's not about the clothes and all of that shit anyhow.
I have to wear a fucking suit to work but I'm still the same damned person.
Check out:
Reprieve
Sometimes I feel like I'm years behind where I need to be in order to feel accomplished.
I basically lost my life due to the abuse I suffered at another's hands between the ages of 17-22. After I took back my life, I needed lots of time to sort things out and figure out who I was, where I was going and figure out how to get back up on the horse. Things did not get easier. In fact they got pretty bad again, but I don't want to get too far into that.
Now, years later, I am confident in who I am and what I want, but don't ever feel like I have enough time to do the things I want to. I feel like I am at a real disadvantage because, well, I'm late! I did exceptionally well in school. I could have and should have done things differently. But there is absolutely nothing to be gained from dwelling on what could have been. The best thing one can do in such a situation is learn from the past, use that knowledge to one's advantage and move forward. Overcome, dust yourself off and press on.
I feel like I've been pressing on forever, since I was a child. My life has been hard but I do not use it as an excuse. I am very hard on myself. I'm learning to be forgiving of my own mistakes and how to avoid repeating them again. I have come very far but have a ways to go before I feel satisfied. I'm learning that age is irrelevant in terms of one's sense of accomplishment and ability to relish in that. Time seems to be my enemy but I'm reconciling with it. I'm a perfectionist but am learning that the "to do" list never ends for anyone. We will all die eventually with more "things to do". Live in the present without losing focus on the future, and learn from the past without living in it. That is the key to peace. It's fucking hard to do. I'm getting there.
I basically lost my life due to the abuse I suffered at another's hands between the ages of 17-22. After I took back my life, I needed lots of time to sort things out and figure out who I was, where I was going and figure out how to get back up on the horse. Things did not get easier. In fact they got pretty bad again, but I don't want to get too far into that.
Now, years later, I am confident in who I am and what I want, but don't ever feel like I have enough time to do the things I want to. I feel like I am at a real disadvantage because, well, I'm late! I did exceptionally well in school. I could have and should have done things differently. But there is absolutely nothing to be gained from dwelling on what could have been. The best thing one can do in such a situation is learn from the past, use that knowledge to one's advantage and move forward. Overcome, dust yourself off and press on.
I feel like I've been pressing on forever, since I was a child. My life has been hard but I do not use it as an excuse. I am very hard on myself. I'm learning to be forgiving of my own mistakes and how to avoid repeating them again. I have come very far but have a ways to go before I feel satisfied. I'm learning that age is irrelevant in terms of one's sense of accomplishment and ability to relish in that. Time seems to be my enemy but I'm reconciling with it. I'm a perfectionist but am learning that the "to do" list never ends for anyone. We will all die eventually with more "things to do". Live in the present without losing focus on the future, and learn from the past without living in it. That is the key to peace. It's fucking hard to do. I'm getting there.
It's pouring, windy and I think I just heard hail!
The weather is crazy today. It was beautiful this morning so I went for a jog through the neighborhood.
Went to a wedding/party this weekend. There's been a lot of weddings this summer, and it's leaving me broke!
I feel like I can't get things done today even though I accomplished quite a bit. (Too much coffee perhaps?)
My days off are usually more insane than my workdays. Today, I emersed myself in painting and art, but managed to spill acrylic paint (the pallete fell over) all over my rug. Now the carpet looks like rainbow puke. My boyfriend got me this hilarious (yet informative!) Bob Ross DVD that teaches painting techniques, so that's what I did this afternoon. I have learned two things: Bob Ross is completely INSANE and that acrylic and oil painting are not the same. Oh, and that I need a new rug. Later I moved on to working on some other art stuff that I will post new piccys of as soon as I'm done.
I spent some time trying to figure out rennovations for my iguana's cage. Have I introduced her to you yet? She is 7 yrs old and is about 4 feet long. Her cage is 6 feet high and 4 wide. Her vet says she is one of the healthiest iguanas he's ever seen which makes me very happy and proud!
I think she could be the next SG. She really needs a better photographer and to work on her facial expressions though! I told her not to submit pics with food inj them but she won't listen! Such attitude.
Here's Iggy:
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The weather is crazy today. It was beautiful this morning so I went for a jog through the neighborhood.
Went to a wedding/party this weekend. There's been a lot of weddings this summer, and it's leaving me broke!
I feel like I can't get things done today even though I accomplished quite a bit. (Too much coffee perhaps?)
My days off are usually more insane than my workdays. Today, I emersed myself in painting and art, but managed to spill acrylic paint (the pallete fell over) all over my rug. Now the carpet looks like rainbow puke. My boyfriend got me this hilarious (yet informative!) Bob Ross DVD that teaches painting techniques, so that's what I did this afternoon. I have learned two things: Bob Ross is completely INSANE and that acrylic and oil painting are not the same. Oh, and that I need a new rug. Later I moved on to working on some other art stuff that I will post new piccys of as soon as I'm done.
I spent some time trying to figure out rennovations for my iguana's cage. Have I introduced her to you yet? She is 7 yrs old and is about 4 feet long. Her cage is 6 feet high and 4 wide. Her vet says she is one of the healthiest iguanas he's ever seen which makes me very happy and proud!
I think she could be the next SG. She really needs a better photographer and to work on her facial expressions though! I told her not to submit pics with food inj them but she won't listen! Such attitude.
Here's Iggy:
