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There are some beautiful icons on my friends page. Hot damn.
The last entry I made was posted a day after the two year anniversary of this journal. And it was one paragraph about my computer problems. Two years and I bet most people on my list think I've just started. And really I have, this journal has been like a two year initiation process. I haven't had many scandals, I haven't dated anyone but someone I dated very publicly anyway, and I never cheated on him. We were pretty sickeningly in love actually. Here is a picture of him and my daughter, I think it's cute. No I haven't done much but somehow two years has flown by and all I can show for it is a lot of fashion talk. CFDA, Conde Naste, super Vogue issues, the Age issues, and a cheap sex tape thrown in. I am your boring one-minded model. And I am most definitely your snooze fest skip by livejournal.
I'm a hippie but I prefer the term earth mama. I have a house in upstate New York. I gave birth to my daughter there with a midwife. I got up to 210 lbs when I was pregnant and decided to get back in shape when Estee Lauder offered me a job. They gave me a job when I was fat. So I stick by them to this day. I speak Japanese, Spanish, and a little bit of French. I love my work but I love taking breaks even more. I want to grow old and age with dignity. Age is beauty. I paint. I play guitar. I don't do either very well, but I do all right for me. For 2 years straight when an interviewer would ask me what music I was listening to at the moment, my only answer was, "Incubus." I'm a devoted girlfriend. My five year old daughter is my best friend. As much as I love fashion, I feel like an outsider in the fashion industry. An outsider even though I'm your most typical looking woman on earth. I'm not funny but I love to laugh. I don't interview well. I surf. I think every model, active or not, should have a stunning set of 100 or more icons. Every site on the internet says I'm 2 years younger than I actually am. I still wonder if my agency planted the fake year in there. I drink green tea frapuccinos. I watch America's Next Top Model in reruns. I am not a celebrity. But I am pop enough for must be pop.
The last entry I made was posted a day after the two year anniversary of this journal. And it was one paragraph about my computer problems. Two years and I bet most people on my list think I've just started. And really I have, this journal has been like a two year initiation process. I haven't had many scandals, I haven't dated anyone but someone I dated very publicly anyway, and I never cheated on him. We were pretty sickeningly in love actually. Here is a picture of him and my daughter, I think it's cute. No I haven't done much but somehow two years has flown by and all I can show for it is a lot of fashion talk. CFDA, Conde Naste, super Vogue issues, the Age issues, and a cheap sex tape thrown in. I am your boring one-minded model. And I am most definitely your snooze fest skip by livejournal.
I'm a hippie but I prefer the term earth mama. I have a house in upstate New York. I gave birth to my daughter there with a midwife. I got up to 210 lbs when I was pregnant and decided to get back in shape when Estee Lauder offered me a job. They gave me a job when I was fat. So I stick by them to this day. I speak Japanese, Spanish, and a little bit of French. I love my work but I love taking breaks even more. I want to grow old and age with dignity. Age is beauty. I paint. I play guitar. I don't do either very well, but I do all right for me. For 2 years straight when an interviewer would ask me what music I was listening to at the moment, my only answer was, "Incubus." I'm a devoted girlfriend. My five year old daughter is my best friend. As much as I love fashion, I feel like an outsider in the fashion industry. An outsider even though I'm your most typical looking woman on earth. I'm not funny but I love to laugh. I don't interview well. I surf. I think every model, active or not, should have a stunning set of 100 or more icons. Every site on the internet says I'm 2 years younger than I actually am. I still wonder if my agency planted the fake year in there. I drink green tea frapuccinos. I watch America's Next Top Model in reruns. I am not a celebrity. But I am pop enough for must be pop.