blueeyedmuse

i love blogs. i have a hard time censoring myself on them, but i don't think i'll have to much on this one.

i hate chatting with people i don't know on yahoo. i hate hate hate internet speak. i just had this guy ask me "wat u do". what the fuck. i wanted to type, absolutely hate the fact that i am chatting with a fucking moron who cannot spell. okay, little angry burst over with, i think the fact that i do not spell the word cool, as koooo, and refuse to engage in anysort of sexual conversation with him is boring him.

i should be doing my photo shoot hopefully in a few weeks. i'm waiting for the photographer. i have good feelings about her and i'm sure i'll be comftorble naked and provocative in front of her. . i want to be a suicide girl, i could be recognized as a pinup girl. that'd be great.