Angelle

So so so,  I am in Boston attempting to make it to my shoot after abouts 2-3 days with 4 hours sleep total.  I hadn't shit in like a day and a half so the night beforehand I take some extra strength ex-lax. . .no big deal
I wake up apx. 40 minutes late and rush to the Fung Wah (bus that travels from boston-new york and vice versa for only $15).  I stop by my fathers office due to the fact that he bought me a ticker for said bus. . .I'm wearing Brown Lux lounge-pants and I now need to defecate, bad.  I run to the bathroom and everythings chill.  I am looking on-line for the directions to the shoot quickly I then realize I need to shit again.  I attempt to run to the bathroom. . .you know what happened I'm wicked tired and disoriented so I throw them in the trash and realize that my tote full of clothing is across the hall in his office.  I have to run across the hall with my poonie out and fetch my naked lady coochie cutters. . .succesful.  After 4 hours on the bus making dull conversation with artists and opthamologists (dude one of them had a bengal cat named Pisces. . .amazing) I arrive in NY.  Ok so my cell-pwn is still stranded at Harleys so I hail a cab and ask to borrow his cell get to the studio but I didn't hear the apt. number correctly once I got off. ..and I had to drop a doob, bad, again.  Waiting in front of the burning angel studio buzzin all the wrong apts. . .trying to feel hott but i feel like a sleep-deprived port-o-potty.  As I squeeze the dime so hard, I shit, on what are now refered to as the caca-cutters.............

I can't go in like this I run across the st. to the social services office.  the lady in there says that I can't use the bathroom, bum-out.  I let her know the situation and she says it's "against the law" whatever. i go outside and ask some hipsters with shit down my leg to use their blackberry and where the nearest bathroom is.  with three huge bags and no make-up on.  they're a little disconcerted to say the least.  They say no, I go back in the social services office and the lady said she talked to the manager and go ahead and use it.  Clean that shit up, change into my black stretch cotton leggings and call it a life.  I attempt again to use the hipsters blackberry, they acquiesce, I get the correct apartment number.  I go up there it's chill I do my make up and what shit and poodle again (this makes mitch extremely squeamish and uncomfortable to talk about "girls don't do that" hahaah)

Once we're in there (this amazing party-loft in Brooklyn, two levels, paintings and fun thangs everywhere).  I'm still kind of uncomfortable due to the entire scenario and I hadn't told anyone about my little secret-shits.  Brenda is awesome but I feel weird, I take some awake pills.  At first kind of awkward but I love to get naked and I start to improv.  The second and third sets go perfectly.  Although you can only see the first set.  Then some dude from German television comes to video-tape the shoot for a documentary on "the new porn".  Whatever the fuck that means.  I don't care.  He asks a couple annoying and obvious questions "what will my friends think, etc".  My friends think it's chill, they don't care.  Not shocking at all.  "What kind of gratification do you get from this?".  I like it because Brenda makes my pussy so wet.  This is what I say at least.  Then Darrien does the clip for the site which is me bas. stripping doing what I did in still shots.  I'm into it.  We finish up and chill for a bit.  Then Darrien drives me to Alexxx's house (one of my best girl friends) and I am psyched to do films with bitches.  So if you're a hot girl and you think I'm a blazer as well. . .git it

I'm out!  Love you all and welcome my little deucedeuce ass hahaha