lately i do not sleep in my own bed or get enough sleep on a nightly basis. i do go on adventures to places all over hollywood in search of delicious meals, and a large (strong) whiskey-coke. it is amazing to me that a small increase in happiness can make me a much more productive person, which in turn makes me happier. (now is the ideal time to ask: is there a term for the exact opposite of a vicious cycle?)



for a very long time i was convinced it was impossible for me to write without being in some depressed lull of my existence. the past few weeks have proven this to be entirely untrue, even if all i'm writing is random bullshit to update my other blog with. i'm seriously debating the revival of my blog-persona-self that i retired back in 2006. if nothing else, the practice is worth the large clump of hair i pulled out of my head while trying to update my server from wordpress v.2.2 to v.2.5.1. (translation: nerdy webpage stuff that almost led to my head exploding.)



i have noticed i wear my new godsgirls tanktop on a pretty regular basis. however, wearing this shirt made me decide there is a course of action that needs to be taken over the next little while for two things i really want; a scion tC and a new set of boobs. i figure the car is about double the cost of the rack i want, so first i will work towards this car replacement. when the car's half paid off i will start making more serious inquiries into plastic surgery. baby steps ensure i don't go overboard (or into debt) while still working towards what i want.



speaking of what i want, i found out a close friend of mine is in the process of training with the most high-tech and effective new tattoo removal lasers on the market. i guess this means i can finally get a quote for having the stupid bird on my left arm lightened enough to cover up, eh?



i think i give up on being psycho about working out and dieting for the next two weeks. i have too much going on to seriously try to be a health nut without suffering some kind of time-constraint related meltdown. there's a few shoots i have coming up, compounded by the fact i have some sort of preliminary work being done to my hair to prepare me for some big hair show in a few months...? hair stylists are so secretive, and i just don't get it. as long as i continue to not have to show anyone my fivehead i will be happy.



there's all the photobooth photos i feel comfortable sharing with you/all the energy i had to tell you about my life right now. goodnight. <3