Everyone's asleep, I'm bored, I want more pictures.

I think I'll go play World of Warcraft.

TTFN!

I'm homesick.

But so in love.



He's my one and only, and I couldn't ask for anything more.

So, what the f? Not one person likes me anymore?

I've applied to model on other sites, and I haven't gotten one fucking respence? Like a month ago I applied. And then again. What is going on?

And no one here likes me anymore either? I'm really sad when I come here and I don't have even ONE comment, not a single friend request, and zero messages everyday

I got so drunk Saturday night.

Mikey was driving me to his house and gave me the liner of the glove box to puke in. It had holes in the bottom. I vomited in it, and it started dripping on me and the floor. I told Mike to roll down the window. He tried to stop me, but I had that bucket out the window as we were going 60 mph.

There was puke all down the side of the van. Poor baby.

Then I sat on the bathroom floor, with my head in the toilet, for two hours. Didn't puke, dry heaved lots. Went to Mikey's bedroom, he laid me down on the couch. I started puking again, and cring. At this point Dan hears and asks if Mikey put the hadcuffs around my anckles again (yeah, it freaked me out, and I cried when he cuffed my anckles, so what?). Mike told him I was just really drunk and had been puking/dry heaving for about two hours. When I got up in the morning, I stepped in the bucket I was vomiting in the night before. I had puke all in my hair and on my coat.

So gross. I had fun though. Yelled at Brian, poor Brian. I feel pretty bad about that. I love Brian.

I'm going to miss my guys so much. I love them all. I'm cring thinking about leaving them. I've gotten so close with all of Mikey's friends, I'm going to miss Clinton most. Oh, my Clinton.


Drinking for a few hours.....lol, you can see the can in my hand, down here in the right corner.


My awesome shirt; Save a plant, eat a vegan.


Pretty wasted.

Hey!

Moving to Wyoming next weekend. Wow!!

New ink.



Pretty, huh? I dig it lots and lots.

I'm moving in July.


My babe, he's so cute.



The Blues Brothers and me.

So, that last blog was all about how my sister needs to move out.

Well, Mikey just asked me if I want to move to Wyoming. I don't know. Maybe. His mom and step-dad live out there. Nancy (his mama) says the college-Sheridan- is big into renewable energy and agriculture. Just what I'm looking for.

I think it would be worth a try. I know we'll both miss our friends like mad. We love them all, and we will never have friends like we had growing up. But, we can't make it around here. Its too hard to get anything saved up, and education/career oppurtunities in Michigan (Northern Michigan, at that) are lacking.

I told Mikey I could probably be ready to get out of here about the middle of June.

I don't know. I've moved away before, and I loved it. Mike said we would probably live with his mom and stepdad until we get on our feet. That would be interesting. I like his mom and Scott seems nice as well. I don't know how well they would take to me. I'm pretty sure I'm not the type any mama wants their favorite baby boy with. I think I could pull us through though. I make a lot more money then him, and I can save. We'll just see what happens.

Hey hey hey!!!!

I feel like I'm a teenager living with my mom. I came into the apartment (MY apartment) last night after bowling with five friends. It was about 12:30AM. My sister, who I let move in like two years ago-so she could save up some money and get on her feet, was only supposed to be living with me for a few months- was sleeping. We head to the bathroom because Josh wants to gauge his ears out a little bit more. I closed the door and all that, I'm tring to keep everyone from making too much noise.

My sister walks in the bathroom about 15 minutes after we've been there, I ask her, "You need to pee?" She says, "No." and gives me a dirty look.

It was fun, but she never does anything anymore, always has her boyfriend over (and I hate that fucking bastard, he uses her-part of the reason she doesn't have any money and is working two jobs- cheats on her, and treats her like shit). Complains that I threw her chips out, but helps herself to Mike's Oreos, Mac and Cheese, cerial, salad, smoothie I made for Mike because he got his tooth pulled. I go buy Jack Daniels, Absolute, good wine and alcohal....she drinks so much of it, and buys pucker, which she gets mad about if I drink some. Doesn't like Mike because he finished off the Mudslide (and there was a lot, but it wasn't hers, she didn't buy it. Only got mad because she wantted it to herself).

I can't stand living with her anymore. We used to be like best friends, but now she doesn't do a damn thing and critisizes every fucking thing I do. She gets mad if I do anything, and I can't have ANYONE over beause she throws fit. Its like I'm 15 and living with my parents, but no, my parents weren't anywhere as bad as she is.

I just want to punch her in the face sometimes. I want her to move out. Her boyfriend makes more money then I do, and she should have some money saved up after over two fucking years now. They need to buy a fucking house and get out of my hair. She doesn't like living with me, and I don't like living with her. Its MY apartment, I don't think I should be the one to move out. She doesn't even like it there, she's sleeping on a fucking futon in the living room. She doesn't like my friends, and doesn't want me to have friends over, ever. I love having people over, I would have friends over every weekend if she wasn't there, and let people say up past 10PM........but she's sleeping in the living room......what can I do? I can't stand this. It just pisses me off so much.

I just sent Scott, the SG Photographer in South Carolina, a message about shooting a set.

Hope he wants to and is able to if he wants to. I didn't give much notice, but I'm super stoked, I really really want to get some pics up here and be an SG.......I think my expectations are bit too high......lol, so many beautiful girls aren't SGs, and I think I can just shoot a set and *poof* I am.

Haha! Right. I wish it could work out like that. I think just getting a set shoot would be a huge thrill, and to be a Sucide Girls would absolutly put me over the top.

but anyway, we had a lot of fun this weekend.


His ass looks so good in Jessica's jeans.


Yeah! I tap that, all mine!


I bleached my own hair Don't tell.


Got new earrings. 00 yeah, rock on, and they are so so pretty.


Further away, I look like a goof.