I realized a few moments ago what a perceived absence can do to a lonely two hearts. Not speaking to you, too tired to deal with late night phone calls and early morning wake-me-ups. I haven't forgotten. Not at all. Like I don't think, miss, hit, spin back.
I am dizzy from this flailing wave of attention I am not sure what to do with. People have been calling me to the extent that I have become so excited and happy I never got a cell phone. If they leave messages on my answering machine the only person harassed is my roommate and I by the sound of the ringing. RIngers can be turned off. I hate cell phones. Did I tell you that?
You will be seeing me soon.
When, I don't know. Your sounds are fresh in my skull. Beating at the corners.
Shit, dog. How busy can a little girl get in the course of a week and some? Somehow this modeling thing has kind of taken over some shit for a bit, and expanded upon itself to the point of no soon return.
I have a manager, or rather someone who thinks they can plaster my image all over the place. How he proposes to do this is beyond me. However, I do have some amazing shoots booked over the coming weeks, and have a few video offers as well coming down the pipes. Meeting with this guy in nyc on Friday to discuss the video thing. My manager is in L.A. Wants to scoop me in that general direction but the tradeoff seems not quite worth the effort.
The heat this summer, though welcome, has sent my head into a tailspin. I have rediscovered my love of train travel, hooking on, head peaked over the edge, window. I had some interesting dreams that day I went to Newark and Philly. While the train sputtered past Harrison, I thought of all the train cars abandoned on grass in front of me and what essences of people had been left. Then I thought I ...
The avatar was from a shoot in philly. These are from newark.
