Well the model friend of my flatmates' is alright. She's pretty, very tidily kept. You can see she probably spends all the time women do, plus another 50%, on herself, as soon as you see her. What's scary is how thin she is. Her stomach is just not there at all. I mean, I've only seen her clothes kind of hanging where her stomach should be so far. You can tell she's a model. She's so thin.
She was telling me about the highs and lows of being a model; the bitchy other models; spending day after day running to auditions and stuff... Doing shoots for catalogues; doing fashion shows in Paris and stuff. It seems like an alright life. She's basically a catalogue model who does between five and ten fashion shows a year, and the catalogue stuff fills out her time between big shows. You think models, you think constant fashion shows and parties. Maybe that's the real life of a model, a kind of hired gun for fashion catalogues, with the big stuff being the occasional gig and not the lifestyle...
So what am I doing up this late? Not partying - that's tomorrow night (If I'm not nackered). I want to get the new radio pricing system in place for Monday so I can get a big cash boost. First I need to mod the database layer, rewrite some of my credit card handling code (v. risky... That HAS to work. Can you imagine my company billing someone then giving them... Nothing?) and putting the new version of the site with the new offers on it live. I'm way too whacked to do that all tonight so I'm just going to get the basic database up, then do the rest in bits tomorrow.
Tomorrow lunchtime / afternoon I'll be in Leicester square scoping out the night busses. I want to hit the clubs hard tomorrow night, and I'd love to be able to get home at the end.
How about my friend situation huh? I have these two really fit girls as friends. Guess I'm not a billy no mates anymore... Ah heck, I'm too tired. Listen if you're reasonably fit and horny, check me on MSN. Otherwise I'll be sleeping in a bit
She was telling me about the highs and lows of being a model; the bitchy other models; spending day after day running to auditions and stuff... Doing shoots for catalogues; doing fashion shows in Paris and stuff. It seems like an alright life. She's basically a catalogue model who does between five and ten fashion shows a year, and the catalogue stuff fills out her time between big shows. You think models, you think constant fashion shows and parties. Maybe that's the real life of a model, a kind of hired gun for fashion catalogues, with the big stuff being the occasional gig and not the lifestyle...
So what am I doing up this late? Not partying - that's tomorrow night (If I'm not nackered). I want to get the new radio pricing system in place for Monday so I can get a big cash boost. First I need to mod the database layer, rewrite some of my credit card handling code (v. risky... That HAS to work. Can you imagine my company billing someone then giving them... Nothing?) and putting the new version of the site with the new offers on it live. I'm way too whacked to do that all tonight so I'm just going to get the basic database up, then do the rest in bits tomorrow.
Tomorrow lunchtime / afternoon I'll be in Leicester square scoping out the night busses. I want to hit the clubs hard tomorrow night, and I'd love to be able to get home at the end.
How about my friend situation huh? I have these two really fit girls as friends. Guess I'm not a billy no mates anymore... Ah heck, I'm too tired. Listen if you're reasonably fit and horny, check me on MSN. Otherwise I'll be sleeping in a bit