I suppose I should update.
I just ate a ton of halloween candy and I think I'm going to pop and my head hurts.
My allergies have been going crazy for the last few days.
The end.

Mailed out prints and paintings today.
Shooting video and a few pictures in a couple days when all my sickness finally goes away completely.
Don't know if you could tell in the hair pictures but I still feel like crap.
I may not even force myself to go to work this weekend so that I can recoup for real for a couple of days.

Ug, suck.

Keep an eye out for your paintings and prints. Let me know when you get them.

Pictures of my head.





My girl getting down my pants.



The bank found my check so tomorrow I'm paying my phone bill. Yippie and hurray.

I blame this haircut on tankgirl.

shesh......

I cut all of my hair off, really really short.
Pictures to come

The bank "Lost" my paycheck. So I guess I won't be sending out the prints until they find it. Which is hopefully tomorrow since they also turned my phone off. Bastards. What the hell! Story of my life.

I'm tired. I got woke up to early today.
and the bank sucks
and the phone company sucks

Grrr..'

Frustrated.

My adorable girl is laying on the couch asleep. She works all day long so she crashes pretty early. I, on the other hand, and sitting here staring at my computer. I was playing online scrabble but that got boring after having my ass handed to me for about an hour straight. Those people must play all day long everyday! It's crazy! Did you know that ADZ is a word and it's a tool for cutting? Well, now I do. I suppose I'm expanding my vocublary or something, right?

Right.

I finally got the prints in today so I can mail them out to everyone on Monday You will be seeing them soon. Videos are scheduled for Wednesday evening, Thursday day. Paintings are being mailed out on Monday as well; provided I have the cash to actually send them.

Otherwise. The new house is great. I'm going to have to take pictures of me all over it. My bills are cheeper than before but I still have no money because I had to beg steal and borrow so I could move up here in the first place.

I think I have somehow sprained my ring finger from typing too much. Is that possible? I'm a go getter when I'm blogging. I can sometimes do it for hours. My livejournal is proof of that. I think I'll make some hot coaco and watch one of the ten DVDs that I own that I've seen a hundred times. Or a movie on my laptop. That might work. I get bored easily.

My sickness is still sticking with me. I can't seem to shake it. If drink anymore tea and soup I'm gonna turn into a piss machine. Seriously!

Well, besides owning everyone money and stuff, and being a little sick still: life is better than previously expected it would be.

As always I have prints for sale
And custom artwork upon request
Or you can visit my webpages and snoop around.

Training Cristina
Real Roommates

You can also visit me socially at:

Lillith Vain's Myspace page
My LiveJournal *note you must be on my friends list to see most entries
Collar Me Page
Deviant Art
Our Chart
Model Mayhem

Ehh Gats, I'm sure there is more but I don't remember them.

I live in hernando county, which is right next to hernando beach.... where there is no beach.

Who gets to name places? I wanna smack the idiot up side his head.

I'm still sickly miserable and I'm losing my voice day by day.

The plague has brought me down and I spent the whole day on the couch.
I suck at life right now.
Ug

Always About Her

Because of the way she looks when she thinks I'm not looking, or the way that she gets up just a little before she needs to and makes me coffee in the mornings, or the smile I find on her face when she comes in and sees me paintings- she says she likes to watch me paint.

I need her with a desperation bordering on insanity. I need her warm arms around my waist and the soft skin of her face pressed against my breast. I can't sleep without the touch of her, the smell of her.

She struts-yet stumbles- in pants a little too big, around the house, her wife-beater hugging her bra-less chest and curving out lines that make me want to grab my camera and chase her down, take pictures of just those parts of her, her lines.

Those are the parts that my hands try to memorize, that my dreams see like valleys and mountains of desire. I want to paint her, her wide shoulders and strong arms, her thin waist and small firm breasts, the curve of her hip as it dips down and out creating the perfect span of her ass, the downward sip of her well muscled legs and the connection of her feet to the floor.

To me; all perfection.

And she sings little songs to the box of fake sugar in her hands, maybe for her amusement maybe for mine. Then I think, maybe I will write for her a song. Pull out my old dusty guitar and plunk away until I've made something, something I will never show her because it would never be good enough to explain the wonder I believe she is.

Hot, soft, sweet, wet, hard, kind, smart....

All that is her is my artistic perfection.