So, let me take you there.
Where? I'm not really sure.
I recently decided to sit back and watch my life unfold. Apparently all while listening to Led Zeppelin and pretending I don't have a care in the world. Or rather, wishing I was back to not having a care in the world? That may be more like it.
In the not so distant past I decided to turn 28. It was an experience to say the least, and one I quite easily forgot. I can certainly say I feel "older" now. More "settled" and less..well, less how I once was in my life. I have a hard time relating to a lot of people and generally love hiding away and being anti-social. My bullshit meter is on overdrive and I can't handle mediocre small talk. I'm such a shithead.
It's not even that enjoyable, and I quite frankly am struggling with finding my own time and getting away from the bullshit.
Tomorrow I plan on running away for a few hours. Buying a few nips and sitting on the beach. All by myself. Fuck you life, I've got shit to do.
A couple of weekends ago I went to NYC. For the first time in what feels like an eternity. I did touristy things I haven't done. Ever really. The Museum of Sex is so underwhelming, don't do it.
I drank several beers at the MoMA, and had to get a picture in front of a Jackson Pollock. I mean, who doesn't love an abusive alcoholic self destructive man? I sure the fuck do.
I also decided to start modeling again. The biggest of which my first set on Zivity was published. So, if you happen to be on there, be sure to check it out.
My new motto in life is "Tits Out." This applies to all situations and I'm striving to have a more "tits out" approach to everything. I need to lay the fuck back and get the fuck over stressful situations.
There was once a point in my life where I lived out of a suitcase and enjoyed bouncing from one city to the next. I miss that. My skin itches and yearns for it. Maybe one day I'll snap and find the road again.
Well, I want to give you every inch of my love.
Or at least part of it?
Keep shit real. I can't promise I'll post more.
I'd say hugs and kisses but I really hate physical affection. So cheers, hookers.
xoxo
Lexie
