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Hello lovely Ladies and Gentlemen,
To put it in the simplest terms I can; Life has been one crazy ride since I last filled you in.
Here is a pic of me sporting my sweet new SG gear.




I go to my shop ready to work, and my roommate, who tattoos there, laid the fucked up news on me that I was getting the boot and my ex was staying. That was when I decided it was a good time to pierce my nipple. The rush of adrenalin and pain helped ease my anger, just a little.


I was so proud; I hit my marks and got the jewelry in no problem. You haven't experienced fun till you've tried that!

That night I went to, what was no longer my home. Feeling depressed, took a shower and just went to be, without putting clothes on of picking up after myself. When I feel down, I don't feel like doing anything. Is it like that at all for anyone else?

At some ungodly hour in the middle of the night I hear a pounding on my window. It's HIM! And he brought a bottle of vodka and his ex-girlfriend along! What a pathetic cry for attention. So I, still in the nude, went back to sleep. Some hours went by, and the pounding eventually stopped when my roommate let him and his party inside.

My roommate was pissed, my ex was pissed, I didn't give a fuck, and went back to sleep.
After causing a noise complaint, the fucktards left, leaving behind a huge mess and shit covered dog tracks all over the room. I had a warm awakening from my roommate pounding on my door demanding I clean the shit up, or would never be allowed back again. What a fucking ass hole. Imagine all the shit that just got put on my shoulder and now I have him yapping at me and making demands. I'll tell you, I felt like a million fucking dollars.

I packed up all my things and my dog the next day, clueless as to what I was to do next. And to top it all off I was lucky enough to have the first rain of the season came down on all my stuff that night.
I was so aggravated that I took all of my ex's clean clothes, laid them out on his bed, and pored beer all over them. Then I doused his brand new PS2 and TV with another can. I used his pillow to clean up the shit tracks in the living room, and took the rings he gave me, so I could pawn them. I don't regret or have remorse for it one bit. He still calls me every other day, demanding that I give them back, but he is just dreaming if he thinks he is going to see it again.

I got tattooed last Monday, putting more in in my almost finished sleeve.



I have been doing shoot after shoot. Here is a sample of what I have been doing lately.
I had to drop my classes, because I can't commute. I have been couch surfing, which is a lot more fun than I ever anticipated. I like the feeling of not know, no structure, and knowing that every day will bring me something different. What do I have to look forward to? I don't know, and I like it that way.













I love modeling. I have met so many different people. From photographers, makeup artist, other models, or just the fans of my work, it makes me so happy.