Oh you!
Oh you silly pretentious people, how I adore the contrast between our priorities.
Apparently I'm crazy. Not crazy like "Damn, that Industrielle she's crazy fun!". Its more like "bat shit, lock up your sons, hide the matches, this bitch is 'bout to blow" kind of crazy. Why? I'm nuts because a BMW and a fancy house in the burbs are not the center of my ambition.
The backstory:
Vegas+showbiz+egos+money=my little world. Lame.
I left my show last year to persue youth, freedom, and all the debauchery and adventure associated with it.
Seriously, have you ever met someone a few years further along in life who advised you to throw away your youth on the persuit of a few bucks? My soul was aging prematurely to meet the criteria of the lifestyle I was living. In essence, I was 22 and felt 35. So I left. I had some adventures, drank some beer, and let my soul catch up with my brain. It was the best thing I've done for myself in years.
The problem:
My little world is largely comprised of pretentious, anorexic, narcissistic, materialisitic performers. Image is everything. My go go dancing, showgirling, club promoting, bandanna sporting self has become unacceptable to them. Its gotten to the point where I'm a constant topic of gossip. I'm often spoken about in the manner one would normally reserve for their unfortunate friend who developed a liking for crack and a penchant towards trading pussy for cash. Seriously, I got a voicemail the other day saying, "I heard through the grapevine that you're not doing so well, if you need help, please call. I'll be thinking about you."
Wh-wh-what the fuck? Seriously, my biggest problem right now is that I can't afford to eat at 5 star restauraunts. Rent is paid, kittens are fed, and middle fingers are extended rigidly to the naysayers.
To my silly friends: Fuck yer Ferrari, it makes your dick look little.
On another note, very happy things are happening in career world. Negotiations are underway, contracts are being drafted and Industrielle has reasons to scoff at the naysayers bitching. Once signatures grace dotted lines announcements and celebrations shall prevail.
Hugs to all of you nutters.
Oh you silly pretentious people, how I adore the contrast between our priorities.
Apparently I'm crazy. Not crazy like "Damn, that Industrielle she's crazy fun!". Its more like "bat shit, lock up your sons, hide the matches, this bitch is 'bout to blow" kind of crazy. Why? I'm nuts because a BMW and a fancy house in the burbs are not the center of my ambition.
The backstory:
Vegas+showbiz+egos+money=my little world. Lame.
I left my show last year to persue youth, freedom, and all the debauchery and adventure associated with it.
Seriously, have you ever met someone a few years further along in life who advised you to throw away your youth on the persuit of a few bucks? My soul was aging prematurely to meet the criteria of the lifestyle I was living. In essence, I was 22 and felt 35. So I left. I had some adventures, drank some beer, and let my soul catch up with my brain. It was the best thing I've done for myself in years.
The problem:
My little world is largely comprised of pretentious, anorexic, narcissistic, materialisitic performers. Image is everything. My go go dancing, showgirling, club promoting, bandanna sporting self has become unacceptable to them. Its gotten to the point where I'm a constant topic of gossip. I'm often spoken about in the manner one would normally reserve for their unfortunate friend who developed a liking for crack and a penchant towards trading pussy for cash. Seriously, I got a voicemail the other day saying, "I heard through the grapevine that you're not doing so well, if you need help, please call. I'll be thinking about you."
Wh-wh-what the fuck? Seriously, my biggest problem right now is that I can't afford to eat at 5 star restauraunts. Rent is paid, kittens are fed, and middle fingers are extended rigidly to the naysayers.
To my silly friends: Fuck yer Ferrari, it makes your dick look little.
On another note, very happy things are happening in career world. Negotiations are underway, contracts are being drafted and Industrielle has reasons to scoff at the naysayers bitching.
Once signatures grace dotted lines announcements and celebrations shall prevail.
Hugs to all of you nutters.
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sillyzebra:
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! im soooo happy for you !!!!!!!!!....
sillyzebra:
if i come before ..on a weekend .... will u still have time while ur training to hang out at all ????