Paper or Plastic.

Too many cunty people work in the service industry. If you're going to be providing me with a service, at least be nice. Actually, fuck it, you don't have to be nice, but don't be a dick. However, I guess maybe they'd be nicer if they had a better job?? Maybe they don't feel like they get paid enough to tell me where the fucking paperclips are.

I was high in Shoprite searching for the best cheese spread in the world Rondele, when I was told; "Can't you see we're closing?". This was a perfect opportunity for me to whip out a "you're not the boss of me!", but I unfortunately missed my chance and just stared at him.

About a week before that, I was at Dunkin' Donuts and several Haitian workers, while making my order started talking shit about me not knowing I speak and understand Creole better than Haitians that were actually born there. Why were they calling me trash? Because I was with my white boyfriend. OH MY! The Shame! The whole time my boyfriend is talking to me and I'm not paying attention because my blood is boiling as I listen to these buffoons. I waited till I had my iced coffee in hand, cursed them the fuck out, and slammed my drink on the floor. They had priceless looks on their faces and so did the old white woman that I almost gave a heart attack to. I explained to my dude what happened and he wanted to go back in there, but I talked him out of it, then proceeded to drink his iced coffee, cause well, I didn't have one anymore. Come to find out my girlfriend knows the shit talkers who denied saying anything about me. Whatever, I regret not throwing my cup into the donuts.

Just the other day, I'm in the dollar store and the crusty girl stocking the SCHOOL SUPPLIES gave me an attitude because I asked if she was stocking notecards. She was standing in front of the sign that said notecards. Why was it so crazy for me to ask if she'd be stocking the shelves that were empty!!?
I worked in retail from age 17-19 and never got into it with a customer. I have a bit of a temper sometimes, but release it when appropriate, like when my boyfriend parks too far from the mall and I'm forced to walk.
Men and women alike are cunty. Throw it in the back, you suck.

The above image is from a shopping excursion in Chicago. The salespeople at high end stores are nicer. Stroke my ego, make that commission.

I taste just like candy....

I brought way too many props to that fucking shoot. The images above were taken by Ben DeCamp. To me there are very few people that are "totally tubular" and I have to say this dude is. He also looks like he gets mad pussy without even trying. Yes, photographer = mad pussy, but since he's not old, loud, crusty, or creepy, that = madder than mad pussy. I'll pass some off some of my skeetery "model friends" off to him, maybe as a thank you. Who knows, he may like to slob knobs in between taking pictures and wouldn't even appreciate it. I tend to be horrible at reading people.

Props I brought since I couldn't fit the tricycle in my car included, a pick ie:American Gothic, a fur coat, (PETA sucks), and a walker. I'm pretty sure the walker belonged to my deceased grandmother who passed in 1995, a year AFTER we moved into this house. Why we have it chillin in our garage next to the hoses, I have no clue.

Anyway the shoot went well and shit is sweet.

Back to school...

At the interview I was asked what my burning desire to be a nurse was... I responded with "It's recession proof". I got in.

I'm in a huge class with my best friend of 17 yrs. We're in a classroom after a decade of not being in school together. Being in class with her brings back memories of being wickedly mischievous and wreaking havoc in Catholic school. The youngest students in a class full of single moms, working moms, women who want new careers, Philipino men (duh), and immigrants.

This is all very new for me. After jumping from college to college, horribly juggling my priorities, travelling, and sowing my wild oats, I figured I've had lots of fun and as much as I hate change, I need it. Communications/marketing will be around if I want to go back to school later, and I have experience, but if I want to be out of my parents house anytime soon, I need to get myself together.

I haven't decided what type of nurse I want to be. Pediatrics? I love children, but I don't know how dealing with sick ones would affect me. I'm a big baby. I don't know, I'll figure it out.

Some friends have told me they don't see me as a nurse. They don't see me as someone who will be able to keep my mouth shut when dealing with a doctor who has a "God complex". I'm not worried about that. I'm a fresh bitch, but I know when not to be. My only concern would be people not taking me seriously since I look like I'm 15. Minor concern.

I'll still be modelling, of course. I've matured enough to know that cutting class for a trade shoot does me no good. A mistake I've made too many times in the past.

The course is rigorous, never ending studying, and a huge commitment.

I'm excited.

....and when I graduate I'll be the hottest-nurse-who-does-nudes-ever.

Regardez moi.

These images were shot by Dusdin Condren for Filthy Gorgeous Things. I had never heard of this magazine until I was approached by Dusdin to be in it. A few of my favorite photographers have been featured in FGT,Chip Willis,& Beatrice Neumann for example, and it makes me feel great to be showcased in it as well. I'm my biggest critic, and after shooting this, I had a feeling it would be good, at least I hoped it would. I've been underwhelmed with shoots where I'm standing in front of a white seamless with no motivation for some time now. As a lover of erotica, specifically voyeurism, I'm extremely pleased with this series. As a lover of pictures of myself, well, I have a proverbial woody.

Fun in the Sun.

Buy my skateboard...ride my face!

California Girls Skateboards

Sans Pants.

Images byMichael Creagh

.....I can be your black Kate Moss tonight....

Last week was my birthday. Last week people saw my face on the internet probably more than ever. The work of Asger Carlsen was featured on Kanye West's blog and the main image he showcased was that one right there. I went to Asger's studio today and since Kanye posted that series, that image has been making its rounds in blogs all over the net. I love reading the comments from people who love it, hate it, and are confused. I'm motivated to continue shooting now more than I've ever been....

Pretty fucking sweet.

Good looks Mr.West.

Happy Birthday to me.