And the collision of your kiss...
...made it so it hurt.
So today I spent the better part of my day at a photoshoot. It was actually pretty okay. After 5 rolls of film and a couple dozen shots on a digital camera I was done and allowed to roam around. So I opted to sit around and read my Rolling Stone, which actually had a really good interview with Eminem in it. I don't care what anyone says, I like him.
He has an undeniable talent that people are too stupid to realize. They can't look past the cuss words and see that he actually has something to say. All people focus on it 'fuck fuck faggot fuck'. Why doesn't MSI get shit? They have a fucking song TITLED faggot, but do they get half they shit Eminem does? I doubt it. He's really quite a remarkable person, and if you're too lazy to go buy the magazine, or too cheap. Go sit in Gelsons with a soda and read it. Or I'll photocopy it for you.
I really need to get my agent.
Then I went to a dinner//cocktail party. It was okay, I don't really connect with Neila and her friends, so I felt kind of like..eeh. But then George got there and it was all good. Like he said, we have 'compatable' personalities. So yah. Awesome. We pretty much hung out the whole night and talked. Haha. I was there for way longer then I thought. From 8pm til about 10:30ish. Time flies.
Got home.
Took a shower.
Now here I am.
Going shopping tomorrow and going to Guitar Center. Woo! My skin is being icky. Stupid skin.
Caleb has weird away message up...and I'm not quite sure what to make of it:
how come the more I say I love you.. the more you dont care?"
Yah I'm not quite sure what to think...because like...I know that's to me and it makes me sad that he thinks I don't care... <\3
I am so fucking pissed at Sean.. I mean, I guess I shouldn't be because I knew that he'd bail on me, but not only did he bail on me, he didn't return my call yesterday and didn't call me today. Everytime I even think about giving him another chance he always makes me stop and rethink what I'm doing. My poor heart is gonna get jerked off it's pedestal. Whatever..
Okay, I'm really fucking tired, I'm gonna go lay down..or sleep..or read..SOMETHING. Adieu.
fin.
So today I spent the better part of my day at a photoshoot. It was actually pretty okay. After 5 rolls of film and a couple dozen shots on a digital camera I was done and allowed to roam around. So I opted to sit around and read my Rolling Stone, which actually had a really good interview with Eminem in it. I don't care what anyone says, I like him.
He has an undeniable talent that people are too stupid to realize. They can't look past the cuss words and see that he actually has something to say. All people focus on it 'fuck fuck faggot fuck'. Why doesn't MSI get shit? They have a fucking song TITLED faggot, but do they get half they shit Eminem does? I doubt it. He's really quite a remarkable person, and if you're too lazy to go buy the magazine, or too cheap. Go sit in Gelsons with a soda and read it. Or I'll photocopy it for you.
I really need to get my agent.
Then I went to a dinner//cocktail party. It was okay, I don't really connect with Neila and her friends, so I felt kind of like..eeh. But then George got there and it was all good. Like he said, we have 'compatable' personalities. So yah. Awesome. We pretty much hung out the whole night and talked. Haha. I was there for way longer then I thought. From 8pm til about 10:30ish. Time flies.
Got home.
Took a shower.
Now here I am.
Going shopping tomorrow and going to Guitar Center. Woo! My skin is being icky. Stupid skin.
Caleb has weird away message up...and I'm not quite sure what to make of it:
how come the more I say I love you.. the more you dont care?"
Yah I'm not quite sure what to think...because like...I know that's to me and it makes me sad that he thinks I don't care... <\3
I am so fucking pissed at Sean.. I mean, I guess I shouldn't be because I knew that he'd bail on me, but not only did he bail on me, he didn't return my call yesterday and didn't call me today. Everytime I even think about giving him another chance he always makes me stop and rethink what I'm doing. My poor heart is gonna get jerked off it's pedestal. Whatever..
Okay, I'm really fucking tired, I'm gonna go lay down..or sleep..or read..SOMETHING. Adieu.
fin.