this update is relatively boring
He showed me his house for the first time ever. He meaning him. I feel compelled to say he lives in a very big house, a very big house in the country, haha I'm sorry? I'm sure that's been beaten, ran over, and stomped on so many times it should be dead. It's always slightly trivial when writing anything relating to him because I'm never sure what to do say, or what to put where, but I never seem to misplace anything. Then again I'm sort of a perfectionist and like things to be to a certain... quality. So, he took me there and I could tell it meant something to him, as well as it did to me. For the most part he's always gone to my house and have always been relatively laid back about it. We've known each other for almost a year - a year starting next month - and there are still things about him that remain a mystery to me. I suppose that's what we'll always be, just a mysterious something lingering in the air and that is what keeps it interesting. And we're still on that whole "hey, let's be cautious" kick, but it is all good, and I want to visit the place where he lives again. One day I will write something deep and profound about him that everyone can see. I think I've said that before, and I must have pulled through. I want to take him to New York and see what it looks like with him there. Cryptically, I do want to finish.
This year I'm participating in the 7th on Sale fundraiser, oh holy hell, have I sold my soul to the devil? That sounds like a song lyric. It's a global online sale that occurs every November. It runs from November 10 - today! - to December 7. What you do is you go on eBay, buy something from Dolce & Gabbana, Kenneth Cole Productions, Polo Ralph Lauren, etc etc. A big part of the sales goes to those suffering with AIDS and HIV. And this is my first time doing one of these things. The last time someone tried to ask me, I supposedly hung up. Supposedly, I add. It must have been a bad day, or they caught me in supermodel mode. Go read the lastest American Vogue, it is all there in print. I think? All I've bidding on are overtly extravagant Christmas gifts for people. So everyone here will be getting something made by a male designer. And I could go on about how greedy and awful people are when buying gifts for Christmas, but I'll stop here. And I was never a girl to go on her soap box and preach to the world too much. And I like to think of it as a fundraiser for the rich, selfish people. Some of them probably don't even know that they're contributing to a good cause. But at least it's something. You've got to take what you can get.
Last week I was in the states with her. There are a thousand links in this update, aren't there? We were everywhere, all over the fucking place. Possibly hiding from someone, or various people. Or running, since we were everywhere. She is cute and cuddly and sweet. She is also one of those people that you can never get sick of, and there are about five of those people in my life right now. I've talked about this with him before and decided that it's easier if everyone had a list of this. We were in places that warm and tucked in places that reminded me of the colour orange. It was just another vacation for me and I don't plan on working ever again. I did that and came back to resume my sleeping marathon I've been having since Fashion Month. Hahaha, Thanksgiving. Slant.
There are times when I'm self-conscious about my body. Everyone is though, and it's just one of the things that comes attached. Well, when you read certain things, over and over again, you believe it. But only for a second. I just emoishly gulp it down and tell myself there are people, a person, who enjoys my body and it's just the business. Most of the time this industry is fucked. You believe it when a photographer tells you how fierce and beautiful you look, even if it is your job. You have to give the look somehow. Or this is the city life, you don't get everything you want. I certainly don't. I've always had to work for something one way or another. Everytime I say 'one way or another', I get that Blondie song stuck in my head. Most of the time on my off days, I will throw on liquid eyeliner, Carmex, and a name of a perfume that was a created by a singer. You know they always have the best perfume. It doesn't matter if it's bad marketing, it's the scent that counts. But wait, didn't you used to wear really extravagant things? Well, people change. I still do, I just like to be comfortable. I've recently turned vegetarian, something I said I'd never do, so that means steak is a no-go. I haven't told anyone up until now and I wonder if anyone's noticed that I haven't eaten meat for a month. I've been updating only once a month lately, and I'm going to try to start at least twice a month now. At least.
Happy early Birthday to you, my Semagic is informative in a lovely way. There are too many fucking Scorpios in this world.
This year I'm participating in the 7th on Sale fundraiser, oh holy hell, have I sold my soul to the devil? That sounds like a song lyric. It's a global online sale that occurs every November. It runs from November 10 - today! - to December 7. What you do is you go on eBay, buy something from Dolce & Gabbana, Kenneth Cole Productions, Polo Ralph Lauren, etc etc. A big part of the sales goes to those suffering with AIDS and HIV. And this is my first time doing one of these things. The last time someone tried to ask me, I supposedly hung up. Supposedly, I add. It must have been a bad day, or they caught me in supermodel mode. Go read the lastest American Vogue, it is all there in print. I think? All I've bidding on are overtly extravagant Christmas gifts for people. So everyone here will be getting something made by a male designer. And I could go on about how greedy and awful people are when buying gifts for Christmas, but I'll stop here. And I was never a girl to go on her soap box and preach to the world too much. And I like to think of it as a fundraiser for the rich, selfish people. Some of them probably don't even know that they're contributing to a good cause. But at least it's something. You've got to take what you can get.
Last week I was in the states with her. There are a thousand links in this update, aren't there? We were everywhere, all over the fucking place. Possibly hiding from someone, or various people. Or running, since we were everywhere. She is cute and cuddly and sweet. She is also one of those people that you can never get sick of, and there are about five of those people in my life right now. I've talked about this with him before and decided that it's easier if everyone had a list of this. We were in places that warm and tucked in places that reminded me of the colour orange. It was just another vacation for me and I don't plan on working ever again. I did that and came back to resume my sleeping marathon I've been having since Fashion Month. Hahaha, Thanksgiving. Slant.
There are times when I'm self-conscious about my body. Everyone is though, and it's just one of the things that comes attached. Well, when you read certain things, over and over again, you believe it. But only for a second. I just emoishly gulp it down and tell myself there are people, a person, who enjoys my body and it's just the business. Most of the time this industry is fucked. You believe it when a photographer tells you how fierce and beautiful you look, even if it is your job. You have to give the look somehow. Or this is the city life, you don't get everything you want. I certainly don't. I've always had to work for something one way or another. Everytime I say 'one way or another', I get that Blondie song stuck in my head. Most of the time on my off days, I will throw on liquid eyeliner, Carmex, and a name of a perfume that was a created by a singer. You know they always have the best perfume. It doesn't matter if it's bad marketing, it's the scent that counts. But wait, didn't you used to wear really extravagant things? Well, people change. I still do, I just like to be comfortable. I've recently turned vegetarian, something I said I'd never do, so that means steak is a no-go. I haven't told anyone up until now and I wonder if anyone's noticed that I haven't eaten meat for a month. I've been updating only once a month lately, and I'm going to try to start at least twice a month now. At least.
Happy early Birthday to you, my Semagic is informative in a lovely way. There are too many fucking Scorpios in this world.