i've officially popped my clubbin' cherry. i did jessica's show at the china club and i stayed for the after party. i was a bit trashed because i kept taking mike's drinks. naica, a bit more. and dimitri. and sarah. my wallet did get stolen, but above all else, the night was a blast.
so every one's heard about the new height requirement for cycle thirteen of america's next top model: 5'7" and under. i told my mom about it, and her being, well, her, she wasn't supportive at all. that partially led to my hiatus, but that's besides the point. so karla and i went to the open call. bitches came through looking like a hot ass mess! we waited on line for five hours, got about twenty feet away from the door, and the whole shit got shut down. yesterday was a crazy day--so crazy, it made the front page of the daily news. six injured, two hospitalized, three arrested, and i wasted my time. we dipped with the patty wagon came. karla and i had fun, though. when you get tired of talking to each other, you always speak to whoever else is around, and the conversations are always interesting. the funniest part: during one of the rushes, i got pushed really hard and slammed into a pole, and karla screams "you stupid bitches, stop tryina kill my friend!" i swear, i heart that chick.
mommy and i watched medea goes to jail today. last sunday, after my shoot, we watched W. and she taught me how to make popcorn in a cast iron pot, the way she did when she was a kid. mother dearest and i have the worst relationship, but moments like these, i do cherish.
i shot with slinky a few weeks ago. lookie lookie.
i saw my fat boy justin! my little fraggle. i can't wait until tricia moves around the corner.
i'm outtie. this cold is wearing me out.