Dude! I'm so terribly sorry for being in active for so long! I'm not dead I swear! When the site lay out changed, I lost my pass word. That and I've also been ABSURDLY busy this month! I spent the last two weeks partying my ass off in Boston, and the beautiful city of Montreal. I miss Boston so badly!!

Anyways, the photo shoot I had in Montreal was SO FUCKING FUN! I shot with this guy Joe Oliviara (sometimes he goes by "hot oilive" look him up on devient art. he's amazing!) I got to dress up in DRAG!! The (ABSURDLY FUCKING TALLENTED) make up artist even painted stubble on my face, and I stuffed my crotch with a sock too. I even brought a little pin that says "i <3 my penis." LOL. People are generaly afraid to go down the androgeny road with me, because I'm short and curvy and girly and I think I kind of bounce when I walk. lol. BUT DAMMIT! I CAN BE TOTALY MANLY!

I AM DRAG KING. HEAR ME ROAR!! :P

After that she body painted me head to toe as this crazy albino demon thing, based off a dream I had. The photos are going to be heavily photo shopped, so I probably won't even look like me. Genreally I shy away from that kind of work, because I actualy want people to know what I LOOK like, but this guy does really surreal crazy artsy fartsy work in photo shop. And even without it, his photos stand alone by themselves. If you're ever in Montreal, and want something really original for your portfolio, go to THAT guy! He's so creative and fun to work with. This dude doesn't half ass ANYTHING. I'm so anxious to get my edits back. I cant wait to see what he does to them.

I miss my Boston friends. I miss my Canada friends. I want to see them again. :( On one of my last nights in Boston, I got so shitfaced that I rolled around on the floor of my hippy friend Max's apartment, put on Andy's bike helmet, and demanded that Max kick me in the head to test it's helmet abilities. I have absolutly no recollection of this at all, but according to Nick (best friend, bassit of powerglove) I was very very adiment about being kicked in the head and wouldn't stop calling poor Max a pansy. Andy's helment must be pretty bad ass, because when I woke up the next morning I didn't even have a hang over and not one single bruise!

Stupid Arizona. I have living in John Mccain country. -_-