Monday, August 31, 2009

New picture!!!

photo credit: Gary Eaton

So I finally got around to doing another shoot after nearly a three month hiatus, and this is the first picture I got from it. I like it! I'm very excited to get more photos from the shoot. Hopefully I won't go so long between this time... money's really tight or I'd try to make a trip to Atlanta and try to get some more variety in my portfolio. The new tat is healing up nicely. I'll have to get a picture of it up here soon. I'm making stuffed chicken breasts tonight... swear to God, for baked chicken it has got to be one of the fattiest things I've ever come up with. :) Ah well. I've barely eaten today and I need to take my meds with at least 500 calories, so... yeah. Got an interview tomorrow! Fingers crossed!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Sort of a busy day today

Woke up WAY too early today... nuts. But I suppose I'm a little excited and nervous. I have my first photo shoot in more than two months this afternoon, and I'm worried it won't go well. I've worked with the photographer before so I know I'm not going to be uncomfortable or anything, but my life has been an utter train wreck lately and guess that's the only reason I'm nervous... seems like nothing could go right for me. And to be honest, I put on some weight since my last shoot. It's starting to come off since my meds were changed, but it's still extremely frustrating and damaging to my self esteem. Plus I have the new tattoo, and I'm not sure how that'll affect my modeling prospects. I just recently got the pictures from my last shoot and have been getting a lot of great feedback from them, which is definitely a boost to my ego. I suppose maybe I'm worried about getting too egotistical. Nah, never. :) I keep myself in check. After all, aside from a fabulous rack, I'm really rather average looking and kinda heavy. I just happen to be mildly photogenic.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Hm

I thought I had more to say than I actually do. I suppose things aren't too bad today. I'm happy and I'm well fed, and that's the important thing.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Things looking up? Maybe?

Okay, so things seem to be getting a little better. I interviewed for a job yesterday, and I just might get it. My new medicine seems to be killing my appetite a little, and I'm already starting to lose weight. The bf and I tried out for a movie Sunday and we should at least get roles as extras as there weren't that many people at the audition. I have nearly a full tank of gas and food in my belly, and all in all things don't seem so bad. AND I finally got my pictures from my last modeling gig, and they're GREAT!

Friday, August 21, 2009

food (stamps) for thought

If you're legally disabled, unemployed, and have absolutely NO money, why do they have to take for effing ever to process your food stamps claim? Okay, so I don't have my apartment anymore. It's not like I have NO freaking bills. I have to eat. I have to go to the doctor periodically. I have to buy medicine. I need to freaking pay for my health insurance. I'm living well below the poverty line. But could they go ahead and approve me? NOOOOOOOOO. Of course not. So I'm basically stuck eating buttered noodles for the next however many days. Hooray for that. :(

Monday, August 17, 2009

I need a new adjective

"Livid" doesn't really cover it lately. Today's bitching is on the subject of my unemployment insurance claim. So I waited for four (count 'em, FOUR!) hours at the unemployment office to find out that the restaurant by whom I was last employed had informed the unemployment office that I had quit my job. As you may well know, you can't get unemployment if you quit your job. I was so definitely fired from that job it's not funny. So there's something fishy going on there and they've fucked me big time by screwing me out of three fucking months worth of unemployment checks. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

So effin livid

So my neighbor, who I got more involved with than I should have, is trying to bully the leasing office into not letting my bf move in because I met him in the hospital. That is not his fucking place to tell ANYONE anything of that nature. So he and I will be having a little chat here shortly.