So this is just a little update for some of you....
1. I have 2 sets that I am playing around with. Not really in love with them, but then again I will nit-pick every little detail.
2. Once I'm done nit-picking the 2 sets I will upload them for your review (MR)... or maybe just upload them for you viewing pleasure.
3. I have a Job interview friday, so wish me luck! I could really use some cash right about now.
4. I feel like I need to start writting a book about my life becuase it freaking funny as hell. For example my mother desided to eat icecream with a spoon and knife. I shit you not... she was cutting the pint icecream into quarters (still in the container) and then scooping it out. All because it said that there were 4 servings in a pint and she was on a diet.... Reality states that she could have measured out the serving sizes, it says on the container that one serving size was a cup. But this is my life.
This is a tiny taste of the two sets:
1. I have 2 sets that I am playing around with. Not really in love with them, but then again I will nit-pick every little detail.
2. Once I'm done nit-picking the 2 sets I will upload them for your review (MR)... or maybe just upload them for you viewing pleasure.
3. I have a Job interview friday, so wish me luck! I could really use some cash right about now.
4. I feel like I need to start writting a book about my life becuase it freaking funny as hell. For example my mother desided to eat icecream with a spoon and knife. I shit you not... she was cutting the pint icecream into quarters (still in the container) and then scooping it out. All because it said that there were 4 servings in a pint and she was on a diet.... Reality states that she could have measured out the serving sizes, it says on the container that one serving size was a cup. But this is my life.
This is a tiny taste of the two sets:
What a weekend. Out of all the weekends my friends and I could have gone camping, last weekend was by far the worst. For all the people that live in the New York area, you know why.... for everyone else let me explain a little.
Here in the New York area, it has been raining every other day. Finally after studing the weather channel for about a month, my friends and I desided that there was a high chance it would not rain. Yet with our luck (and the fact that none of use work as a weather man) it rain. And this was no normal rain, it poured with thunder and lighting.
I was very lucky that my tent did not leak during the storm, but a few of my friends were awaken to an indoor swimming pool in thier tents. A few of us were lucky to have the chance to sleep on a water bed. (By this i mean that the area outside the tent turned in to a lake and when you rolled over in the tent it sounded and felt like you were sleeping on a water bed.)
My Cordona desided that he was going to sleep in his truck. I belive he might have been the smartest out of all of us. But he left the window of his truck cracked and thus awake to a wet drivers seat.
Other then the rain everything was great. The camp food the night before tasted awesome! (Thanks Cookie for cooking) and of couse the entertainmet was excellent (thanks mother nature!) But because everythingwas wet the morning after the storm we were unable to get a fire started and had to leave early for Egg McMuffin sandwiches. But no camping trip is ever completed with out Egg McMuffin sandwiches.
Here in the New York area, it has been raining every other day. Finally after studing the weather channel for about a month, my friends and I desided that there was a high chance it would not rain. Yet with our luck (and the fact that none of use work as a weather man) it rain. And this was no normal rain, it poured with thunder and lighting.
I was very lucky that my tent did not leak during the storm, but a few of my friends were awaken to an indoor swimming pool in thier tents. A few of us were lucky to have the chance to sleep on a water bed. (By this i mean that the area outside the tent turned in to a lake and when you rolled over in the tent it sounded and felt like you were sleeping on a water bed.)
My Cordona desided that he was going to sleep in his truck. I belive he might have been the smartest out of all of us. But he left the window of his truck cracked and thus awake to a wet drivers seat.
Other then the rain everything was great. The camp food the night before tasted awesome! (Thanks Cookie for cooking) and of couse the entertainmet was excellent (thanks mother nature!) But because everythingwas wet the morning after the storm we were unable to get a fire started and had to leave early for Egg McMuffin sandwiches. But no camping trip is ever completed with out Egg McMuffin sandwiches.
So I went Mountain Biking this weekened.... totally FUCKED myself up!.
The day started out overcast with a chance of rain later in the afternoon, well Mr. Weather Man was worng... again! But well get back to that later. We hit the trails early and started off on what we thought were the beginner trails. Obviously we need map reading 101, because we were not on the beginner trails but the intermedate trails. No biggie. I can handle any challage.... I was sooooo wrong.
The trails were great, well marked and seem like they were taken care of. But like I said earlier, we need to learn how to read a map because we were following the wrong signs. Yet I still did well. road some great hills, through some awesome puddles, and through some tough brush; and even through my legs got cut up, I was still having fun.
AND THEN IT RAINED!!!!! It was not just a little rain, it poured!
Now the worst part about riding in the rain, is that rocks tend to get slippery. I started noticing this when I took a turn and slid. So I started easeing up around turns, as to avoid sliding off trhe trail and busting my ass. This was working farily well, untill my breaks became soaked. At this time I learned that wet rubber on metal does not work.... and thus started dragging my feet to slow down.
Now remember I mentioned earlier that I FUCKED myself up, here's were it happened.....
We started going down this hilly and rocky trail. We go up one rocky hill, then down it. Trough a huge puddle and then up another hill. We start going down this big rocky hill. I'm holding down the breaks (that are not working) and drag my feet. I suddenly start losing control and deside to vear off into a brush area to help slow down. Suddenly I fly off the bike, bust my head and dislocate my shoulder.
HOLY FUCK!!! Am I in pain!
Im still not sure what totaly happened or how I popped my shoulder back into place, but some how I still road out of the trail. The bike was full of mud, my shoulder was killing me, and there was beer in the frig waiting for me. A few days later I went to the doctor, who thankfully gave me some pain killers. So know I'm starting to be able to fuction again, but still have problem hooking the back clasp of my bra. Thank GOD, for front hooks.
Oh yeah and I got bit the fuck up. Both legs and arms are filled with bug bits. Not to metion the back of my neck and even my face. (How the hell did they bit my eye brow!?!) So I doped up on pain killers an playing connect the bug bits. SO MUCH FUN!!!!
The day started out overcast with a chance of rain later in the afternoon, well Mr. Weather Man was worng... again! But well get back to that later. We hit the trails early and started off on what we thought were the beginner trails. Obviously we need map reading 101, because we were not on the beginner trails but the intermedate trails. No biggie. I can handle any challage.... I was sooooo wrong.
The trails were great, well marked and seem like they were taken care of. But like I said earlier, we need to learn how to read a map because we were following the wrong signs. Yet I still did well. road some great hills, through some awesome puddles, and through some tough brush; and even through my legs got cut up, I was still having fun.
AND THEN IT RAINED!!!!! It was not just a little rain, it poured!
Now the worst part about riding in the rain, is that rocks tend to get slippery. I started noticing this when I took a turn and slid. So I started easeing up around turns, as to avoid sliding off trhe trail and busting my ass. This was working farily well, untill my breaks became soaked. At this time I learned that wet rubber on metal does not work.... and thus started dragging my feet to slow down.
Now remember I mentioned earlier that I FUCKED myself up, here's were it happened.....
We started going down this hilly and rocky trail. We go up one rocky hill, then down it. Trough a huge puddle and then up another hill. We start going down this big rocky hill. I'm holding down the breaks (that are not working) and drag my feet. I suddenly start losing control and deside to vear off into a brush area to help slow down. Suddenly I fly off the bike, bust my head and dislocate my shoulder.
HOLY FUCK!!! Am I in pain!
Im still not sure what totaly happened or how I popped my shoulder back into place, but some how I still road out of the trail. The bike was full of mud, my shoulder was killing me, and there was beer in the frig waiting for me. A few days later I went to the doctor, who thankfully gave me some pain killers. So know I'm starting to be able to fuction again, but still have problem hooking the back clasp of my bra. Thank GOD, for front hooks.
Oh yeah and I got bit the fuck up. Both legs and arms are filled with bug bits. Not to metion the back of my neck and even my face. (How the hell did they bit my eye brow!?!) So I doped up on pain killers an playing connect the bug bits. SO MUCH FUN!!!!
I cant believe it did this...
So I have been unemployed since February of this year. Everywhere I apply to, they tell me that I need my Design Cert or I need more education. And every time I tell them that I will be taking the test for my Design Cert in the spring of 2010, and that I am in the process of starting my masters. (All of which I need money to do, so please hire me so I can pay to get this crap taken care of!)
But the bank account is starting to get low and I need to start working again. So I took a step in the direction I did not want to take... I applied to some retail jobs. Yep I went to the mall and asked around for applications. Filled them out and handed them in. I sooo wanted to get out of the retail sector. I have been designing retail stores for three years and have been working in retail for the past 10. I'm tired of it! I want to do something new. I dont want to sell crap that people don't want, but I have to bring home some cash. I think I feel bad about this because I applied for everything. From manager to casher. At one place I even applied for overnight stockroom.
Yet when I look at everything, it's kind of funny. Retail to me is like the adult film industry to others, it keeps dragging you back in weather you like it or not. Also the money is there, and depending what you do it can be great. I just hope that this is one of those times that you do what you have to do to get by. A time when later on no one will question or look down upon you for doing it. And hopefully no one asks in the future interview..."So I see here that you went form being an Interior Designer to being a cashier, Why?" Or if they do they understand why and have so compassion.
Any sorry to bitch, I just need to vent.
Also if you ahve some time there are a TON of lovly ladies that you need to check out in Member Review, and if you haven't check out my first set, Good Morning Coffee, while you are there.
Lastly, If you live in the Ne York Area, come out Sept. 13 to Central Park and join me as well as others for the annual Susan G. Komen's "Race for the Cure". We'll be deck out in pink for the race.
So I have been unemployed since February of this year. Everywhere I apply to, they tell me that I need my Design Cert or I need more education. And every time I tell them that I will be taking the test for my Design Cert in the spring of 2010, and that I am in the process of starting my masters. (All of which I need money to do, so please hire me so I can pay to get this crap taken care of!)
But the bank account is starting to get low and I need to start working again. So I took a step in the direction I did not want to take... I applied to some retail jobs. Yep I went to the mall and asked around for applications. Filled them out and handed them in. I sooo wanted to get out of the retail sector. I have been designing retail stores for three years and have been working in retail for the past 10. I'm tired of it! I want to do something new. I dont want to sell crap that people don't want, but I have to bring home some cash. I think I feel bad about this because I applied for everything. From manager to casher. At one place I even applied for overnight stockroom.
Yet when I look at everything, it's kind of funny. Retail to me is like the adult film industry to others, it keeps dragging you back in weather you like it or not. Also the money is there, and depending what you do it can be great. I just hope that this is one of those times that you do what you have to do to get by. A time when later on no one will question or look down upon you for doing it. And hopefully no one asks in the future interview..."So I see here that you went form being an Interior Designer to being a cashier, Why?" Or if they do they understand why and have so compassion.
Any sorry to bitch, I just need to vent.
Also if you ahve some time there are a TON of lovly ladies that you need to check out in Member Review, and if you haven't check out my first set, Good Morning Coffee, while you are there.
Lastly, If you live in the Ne York Area, come out Sept. 13 to Central Park and join me as well as others for the annual Susan G. Komen's "Race for the Cure". We'll be deck out in pink for the race.
I first want to thank every one for their support and comments pertaining to my set in MR "Good Morning Coffee". Your suggestions and critiques have been noted and will be applied to the next set. I want to again thank every one for their support, because it is not easy being naked.
Second I would like to invite everyone to come out and join me and 25,000 other New Yorkers - including over 1,600 breast cancer survivors for the annual 2009 Susan G. Komen New York City Race for the Cure on September 13. It is once again, a 5K (3.1 mile) run in Central Park. I know it is kind of early, but registration is open now, so reserve your spot. I hope that this year will be as much fun as last year. As usual I plan not to compete, but to laugh, by putting a group of individuals together decked out in pink. Theres nothing like a group of people (men and women) dressing in pink skirts, wigs, boas, and outrageous makeup. If you are interested in joining this crazy group please let me know.
Second I would like to invite everyone to come out and join me and 25,000 other New Yorkers - including over 1,600 breast cancer survivors for the annual 2009 Susan G. Komen New York City Race for the Cure on September 13. It is once again, a 5K (3.1 mile) run in Central Park. I know it is kind of early, but registration is open now, so reserve your spot. I hope that this year will be as much fun as last year. As usual I plan not to compete, but to laugh, by putting a group of individuals together decked out in pink. Theres nothing like a group of people (men and women) dressing in pink skirts, wigs, boas, and outrageous makeup. If you are interested in joining this crazy group please let me know.
Well today is the day that my first set goes live. I'm a little bit scared and nervous but totally excited. So without hesitation I present to you....
Wensday - "Good Morning Coffee"
Wensday - "Good Morning Coffee"
Fuck, another day. She wakes up and rolls out of bed. She knows if she doesn't the day is wasted and she'll feel worst. She walks down the halwa like the dead, dragging her feet and graspping the wall for a handrail thats not there. "Damm all we have is instant again." Turns the kettle on and starts making coffee. She knows she needs to eat someting but just grabs a banana. It's a mediocre Monday. Watches news. An hour goes by. She stands up and walks to the bedroom. It's time to run. She puts on her running shorts and sports bra on. Socks go on. She puts on her running shoes and laces them up tight. She heads out for a 6 mile run. As the she opens the entry door, she knows this run will be a battle. Inside she wishes she was back in bed under the warm covers. She steps off. Grudgeng every step, wanting to trun around and give up. Step. Step. Step. Step. 2 miles down. Step. Step. Step. "I can't turn around now." Step. Step. 4 miles down, almost done. Turns up the music. "God this shit sucks, need to make a new mix." She can see the end coming. Faster she runs. Step. Step Step. Faster she runs, as if she is the wind STEP. STEP. STEP. 52:42 mins it took. She knows this is for her dream, her goal, but today it just felt like a waste. She goes back inside and showers off, hopeing that the water will was the feeling of hopelessness away. It doesn't. Back to bed she goes, under the warm covers. Today is still a waste.
Have a happy Easter! Remember we celebrat the resurrection of our lord through chocolate, a large bunny that we sit on his lap and take pictures with, and searching for colorful eggs. That's what Easter is all about!
By the way...
These my Peeps, YO! I roll 10+ boxes deep, so don't mess with me and my Peeps.
By the way...
These my Peeps, YO! I roll 10+ boxes deep, so don't mess with me and my Peeps.
Well Good Morning Thursday! (AKA possible doom day.) I have been thinking about going back to school to obtain my masters, for years now. Since the economy sucks and unfortunately I became a victim of it, I have decided to look at this moment not as a lost but as a blessing. So today I am attending a Graduates Open house, to see what is needed to peruse another degree. I am aware that tuition will be high, but I am hoping that all I need to do is to take a test and submit a portfolio. Yet the likelihood of that is small. Im sure I will have to retake a Calculus course or two and frankly I suck at math. I guess Im more worried that I may not have the ability to complete this, that I may be dumb or something. Yet I have been doing the job for 3 years now with out some little piece of paper that cost me $20,000+. Personally they should just give me that little piece of paper. But you have to do what you have to do, in order to peruse you dreams and ideas. Beside I had a BLAST in college when obtaining my undergrad, so hopeful I will have a blast again. Even better now Im 25
. no more using the fake id.
Wish me luck!
Wish me luck!
I want to first say hello to everyone!
Second, I joined Suicide Girls to help show people what beauty can be; as the recent book states its beauty redefined. It does not matter weather you are the girl next door (as seen in playboy) or the heavily tattooed and pierced females (as seen here on Suicide Girls). We are the super skinny girls and the heavyset females. We have big boobs, no boobs, big butts, no butts and we are proud of who we are. I hope that I, as well as everyone on this site, can help show society that we are beautiful. Im sure that you know or have seen someone who has been given shit for their body and or body modifications, and frankly thats bullshit. We wear our beliefs, out passions, or pride, and our art upon ourselves to show everyone who we are and how we feel. So please take your clothing off and show everyone what your proud of!
Lastly I want to thank everyone for giving me this opportunity.
Second, I joined Suicide Girls to help show people what beauty can be; as the recent book states its beauty redefined. It does not matter weather you are the girl next door (as seen in playboy) or the heavily tattooed and pierced females (as seen here on Suicide Girls). We are the super skinny girls and the heavyset females. We have big boobs, no boobs, big butts, no butts and we are proud of who we are. I hope that I, as well as everyone on this site, can help show society that we are beautiful. Im sure that you know or have seen someone who has been given shit for their body and or body modifications, and frankly thats bullshit. We wear our beliefs, out passions, or pride, and our art upon ourselves to show everyone who we are and how we feel. So please take your clothing off and show everyone what your proud of!
Lastly I want to thank everyone for giving me this opportunity.
