pistolita

I know that I probably agreed to personally thank everyone who has graced my set with some sweet comment... but there is absolutely just not enough time. Well there's time.. but the weekend is only so long, and that's the only time I would have to do it.

Anyway.. enough with the excuses. I really really really appreciate EVERYONE's comments. It makes me feel like warm chocolate pudding deep inside.. mmm. Hopefully with all your love and support I'll be shooting more sets, and getting them to you like hotcakes. I plan to shoot one in May at the Tattoo Convention in Columbus OH. Any of you who are located in the area should come out. It's the weekend of the 12th - 14th. Should be lots of hella hot Suicide Girls.

On to what's been going on lately.. well not a whole lot. I've gone back to sewing my bustiers. Even though I"m not sure why, because no one buys them. But then again, not a lot of people have $300 lying around to blow on a bustier. I've been offered a job by myspace.. actually.. wierdly enough... as a band scout... sort of. My job would be to go to shows, check out the bands, get in for free, and write a report once a week on what music I'm listening too, whats hot in Portland, who's who and what's what. Sounds fun eh? I'm pretty stoaked.

My boyfriend watched The Fellowship of the Ring last night for the first time.. and since he has been really excited about it. He kept putting it off.. for a really long time, and last night I was sewing, and he came downstairs and started watching it, and naturally got REALLY into it. DUH. Knew he would.. all a long. But you can only lead a horse to water you know. ANYWAY.

Part two of this story is... my boyfriend is really adorable. He's a small guy.. about my size.. but weighs more, thank god. Everyone gives him shit for being small, which he really hates, so I"m trying to avoid saying that. He's one of the fucking fittest dudes ever. No body fat on this guy what so ever. ANYWAY... he has very elven characteristics. Like... somewhere along his lineage, his family was Wood Elves. If you met him, you'd know. So after watching the movie last night, the first thing he says to me this morning when I roll over to him was.... "you want to make wood elf babies with me?" I almost died. It was so fucking cute.

I have the best boyfriend in the world. Think of the most amazing, perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for... no really, just imagine one up. You'd want him to be handsome, smart, able to carry on a conversation, goofy, makes you laugh, good cook, has a good job, stable, eats well, exercises, handsome , spontaneous, no drama, compliments you, cuddles, gets along with your friends, treats you like a lady, never yells at you, AND.. he admits when he's wrong. Yes ladies.. I'm sorry.. I've found the perfect man. And I'm not giving him up. Sorry.

And what I hate.. is when I post stuff like this.. on my myspace, or on here.. and get e-mails or comments like... yeah, he may be awesome, but i've got a big dick... or something stupid. So don't, say that here. Thanks.

OH! I do have an update actually. My good friend and I went out to a show.. because the guitar tech had been talking to me lately, and invited me to the show.. put our names on the list and everything. Get to the show.. the guys are DOUCHE BAGS. They were soooooooooooooooo mean. The band? You ask?? I'll tell you... We Were Scientists...... ASSHOLES. If they ever roll into your town.. egg their fucking van.. They kept asking Boni and I questions like.. "do you listen to anything that's NOT in Alternative Press?" or... "Do you actually have a REAL job?" or.... "Did you see that fucking hot girl. Fuck man, I want to --insert lame verb here-- her --insert lame noun here --" These fuckers had us built up in their minds as girls they could invite to a show, FUCK and treat like shit, and expect us to think their band is awesome. They kept calling us Warped Tour girls, and groupies. WAH. Sorry fuckers. You just got yourself in a big ol' mess with Miss Pistolita. We walked out on them. Didn't stay to watch their lame ass indie mustache band. FUCK WE ARE SCIENTISTS.

What was really funny... because I'm a nerd... when we left them, they were trying to figuring out a 20% tip... and the douche bag to my right asked..."whats 20 percent of --insert price here." I added it up in my head, and looked at him and said.. "What, you can't do simple fucking math? You're not Scientists.. you're more like Lab Assistants."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.. Did anyone laugh at that? Boni and I felt righteous, and left shortly after that.


My lesson learned? If an Indie band has moustaches... they most likely suck.


AGAIN>> I LOVE YOU ALL!! THANKS FOR BEING FANTASTIC!

bang bang,
<3 Pistolita

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