So I work at a credit union during my days. You would not believe how often I have a member come in who is WASTED. or HIGH. or both. and all I have to address with this is what the fuck. seriously, if you can't control yourself in society at 2 p.m. just kill yourself. die.

I'm sorry but I am so sick of grown men and women who cannot conduct themselves with calm, cool and collected demeanors, not to mention with a little polite attitude.

Let's look at fashion shall we... I don't want to think about customer service, even though i have to go to job #2 in 30 minutes.

Hi shoes, Hi. <3

Holy cow has it been a long time!!! I decided since I hate writing about my personal life so much I'm just going to start writing about things I absolutely covet, because I love shopping but I'm always broke!

This is directed to James.

and I don't give a fuck if he reads this.

I know we are broken up, but atleast respect me enough to check on me when I've been really sick. Respect me enough to text me back. But no, like the summary of our relationship, it's always been me working for it, I'm so done. You piece of shit.

I'm so sick of people going, I've been busy, yeah, well fuck, I have two jobs, I'm busy too. But I respect you enough to try to maintain something, not even a friendship, an acquiantanceship I can still maintain. fuck you.

God I can't wait til I move to Austin. I'm going to start over, maybe I'll meet people who actually want to know me, who, if they haven't heard from me in a couple of days will hunt me down and see whats happenin'. I feel so alone and so unimportant and completely out of the loop. Fuck MN and fuck this. I'm out.

And another thing, fuck men. Not one of them has ever respected me. not one. I see it everyday at work, you pieces of shit making me so insecure because you know you can, because if I talk back to your sexual harassing piece of shit face you will get me fired, because I emasculated you. fuck all of you old fuckers thinking you are such hot shit because you can stare at my tits for the whole 2 minutes I have to interact with you, telling me you're so glad you have a pretty teller unlike most of the time. I should spit in your face you nasty old man. I'm so done. I'm ready to quit I tell you.

Desperately seeking...

Hot lovin.

I'm having one of those weeks were I need constant hot male attention to make me have some self worth, pretty bad I know.

any of these guys would do...

They are of course, Fleet Foxes, if you don't know them... what the hell is wrong with you? You have disgraced music, now go listen, listen I say!

I am seeking any young lad between 21-27 who wears flannel shirts, has a great crazy vibe, facial hair, and thinks I'm damn sexy. Ok yes, I know I have said to many a person that my new New Year's resolution is to not care about men. I'm not caring about them, I'm looking after #1. If I had that in my life... well... I'd be busy. alot.

On a side note, today I completed day #2 of Scruples hair show. I stick by my guns in saying I am not a good hair model, nor a runway model. I am good with print and that's about all, but alas, I walked the runway with bad 70's fro hair, a Tina Turner strapless dress and 4 inch heels. all I have to show for it is the great pictures I'll eventually post and fake eyelashes, a faceful of MAC makeup and cash money.

It's really weird how things come together, slowly but surely. When I decided not to take any classes this semester because of the limited selection, some modeling gigs came my way, and I feel like I'm acquiring new ones every other day. I have so many new outfit pictures to post, I better do it now in order to get some room on my camera. SPEAKING OF, I need a new camera so bad. It's the old digital one that is about two inches... wide, it's a beast compared to the 1/2 inch slivers we have now. oy.

I'm currently obsessed with : Fleet Foxes & the BPA. my weight. my thinning hair. coffeeeee!!!

I have a few New Years resolutions... I want to fall in love all over again but I want to remain single. I want to visit atleast two new states or countries I've never been too before. TX is already on the way to becoming a reality. I'm going to likely move to Austin before february of next year. I want to get even closer to graduating, even though the above mentioned classless semester is ahead of me, I'm going to try to get there. Quit drinking so much, quit saying things I don't mean or that I do mean but shouldn't say and most of all... quite seeing myself for what I am not.

it's going to be rough stuff I can tell you that. a long road is ahead of me. However I do have things to look forward to, I'm getting my tattoo finally in February, I've got my first paying modeling gig coming up, Texas in may, Student fashion show in feb too... and summer, dear summer, I cannot wait for you the most, you are like a long lost lover!!!!

New Years 2009 outfit Pradaesque skirt from Target

This look is after many outfit changes, trying to figure out what to wear to go out. soo hard sometimes!!!

notice weight gain? I do. ugh.

Happy New Year?

Happy New Years mes amis.

I am now a single lady living in the city of Minneapolis. I still have my love for art, my uber love for fashion, and now a sense of freedom and sadness combo unlike ever before.

I feel like New Years sucks most to people alone. we don't get that New Years kiss. or we do, but it's meaningless. I have all these loose ends and I'm trying to put myself back together, a little bit everyday. So since my hiatus on blogging, welp... I'm back!

I have lot's of fun new items to show the masses. I'm single so I shop for me and only me, and damn do I spend a lot of money on cheap shit. gotta love target.

Today is the first and I have the day off, a totally foreign concept to me. I started off the day by reading, then realizing I need way more caffiene to keep my eyes open, plus there is this looming sense of dread on me since I woke up, alone and all. However hearing my roomates conversations and how every couple was fighting last night, I've been there. And I'm glad I'm not anymore. But I just hate not having my kiss, waking up alone every day, my pillows have become my cushions, the guy who should be there but isn't.


I'm free at last?