Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
My day as a model
This morning I did some modeling for my roommate Emma. She is a fantastic photographer. It was really fun acting like the girls I see on America's Next Top Model. However, it isn't as easy as they make it look. Modeling is hard, therefore I do not think I will be going into that career anytime soon. So here is one of her photo's that she posted on her blog. I did my make-up and Emma did the wonderful hair masterpiece.
Friday, January 20, 2012
What's under there?
Its that moment when you get out of the shower, start to pick the outfit you are going to wear, find it, then realize that first you need that most basic of clothing before the outfit can go on, so you search for some underwear and none can be found. "What happened to my year supply of underwear!!" you shout into the heavens. You only have 30 mins which isn't enough time to do the laundry that you should have done the first time you thought you were out of underwear.
It isn't as though you don't have access to a washing machine because you do. Its located downstairs. Its just that every time you remember that its time to do laundry you only have 30 mins and that is not enough time to worry about clean clothes. As the thought sinks in that today may be the day that you go commando there you find it, the last pair of underwear, clean, waiting, ready to be worn.
It isn't as though you don't have access to a washing machine because you do. Its located downstairs. Its just that every time you remember that its time to do laundry you only have 30 mins and that is not enough time to worry about clean clothes. As the thought sinks in that today may be the day that you go commando there you find it, the last pair of underwear, clean, waiting, ready to be worn.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
To: viewers From: Mouth
I miss my toothbrush. I miss it and I miss it bad. It was fat, blue, large, ugly, dirty. It happened to be the same tooth brush that a 250 lbs man owned.
Switching from top, front, back always switching. It did everything at once. It was fat, blue, large, ugly, dirty. I threw it away.
Why did I throw it away. I threw it away because I thought I wanted something new, more in-style, a different color, not as big. The pleasure that came to me when I bought my new tooth brush slipped away with every brush. I want my old one back.
But I can't have it back. Its in the garbage. Its old. It was done. Hello skinny, pink, small, pretty, clean.
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