Fuck that... if you're not close, get on a plane, get in your car, just get there.
"The first Gallery Show of Chase Lisbon.
The first time that prints have been displayed or sold to the public. "
May 2nd 2009. Philadelphia, PA. Studio2728.com. 6-9 PM.
Afterparty / TEN CMNDMNTS / At The Barbary.
*sigh* so I'm supposed to be posting an introductory vlog for plushperspectives.com right now. It's a really cool site that's aiming at size positivity... kind of like a youtube for us curvy and full-figured girls. It's a very cool concept and I have loads of respect for the dude that's starting it up, a very good friend of mine that's been a BBW supporter for pretty much forever. Anyway, so I'm trying to record a vlog introducing who I am and what kinds of videos I plan on posting, etc.. and my fucking camera-whore cat was all up in my shit. After 12 takes of me stumbling over myself, I finally got a good one down without me stuttering or saying "um" a thousand times and who's in the backround? Fucking Biggles. I'm gonna try tomorrow when I can lock his dumb ass out.
yum or yummy
Are there any words you despise? Any that are like nails on a chalkboard to you? I'm really curious to hear what words or phrases really get your goat.
I was never much of a "toker" if you will... I always wished I could smoke and laugh all day at dumb shit with my friends but I could never really enjoy the high. I'd always get super paranoid and nervous. Needless to say, those aren't my favorite mental states, so I tend to pass rather than puff.
Get it? puff, puff, pass? Ok, I know it was cheesy. STOP JUDGING ME.
Anyway, I also never liked being so hungry I could eat like a host to a tapeworm. That shit makes you bloated like a mug the next day and even though I'm chubby, extra bloat does not go unnoticed or unappreciated to say the least. I'm fat enough, give me a damn break. Not to mention all the "deep thoughts" that lead me to really getting inside my own head. I honestly do not need to get that intimately reacquainted with the deep recesses of my sick and twisted mind. It's a scary place in there, ya'll... no thanks.
So what the hell was I trying to say? Oh yeah, Merry Weedmas or whatever. Smoke a fat one for me, since I can't enjoy one myself without spiralling retardedly into a dark session of self psychoanalysis while eating an entire chocolate chip bunt cake with a side of gummy worms and cheetos.
Now painkillers, that's a destructive habit I can get behind! Where's THAT holiday?
There really aren't many things in this world that satisfy me as much as a hard orgasm in front of a grateful participant.
There really wasn't a point to this particular post. Just wanted to share. *wink*
It's gorgeous here in New Jersey right now and boy am I ready for it!
ok so now I need to:
- go home and put on a dress
- shave my legs first (don't judge. ya'll can get homely looking too, shut up! haha)
- schedule a pedicure asap (a girl needs fresh red toes for warm weather, its a must.)
- get my ass a date for this evening and enjoy the first REAL day of spring.
oh! and of you're in the tri-state area or anywhere else that's getting a surprising bout of fabulous weather, step away from the computer and get your ass outside. Or like my grandmother used to say, "Go out and blow the stink off ya!" haha god rest her, she was a sassy lady.
That is all!
I've been thinking alot about what I really want from the adult industry... or rather what I want to contribute, I should say. Do I still want my own website? Continue selling lingerie and a la carte photos? Venture seriously into more camming? I have no clue. It seems that my age old short attention span is at it again; I want to do all of it and none of it, if that makes sense. I love the way I feel when I read good feedback from a satisfied customer, that I know for certain. I love the feeling of satisfaction when I've really made someones day or have made someone so incredibly hot they can't wait to come back for more. I take pride in making all my customers feel special and I hope each and every one of them know they aren't just a number to me and it's certainly not all about the money. To be quite frank, I put way more cash into this lil "business" of mine than I get out of it. I don't mind, I've had more fun and have gotten to love my body more in the past year than ever in my life. All because of this internet sex work whirlwind.
But I digress.
I'm still conflicted on what I'd like to do, what I'd like to focus my energies on. I know that to be successful I need to concentrate on one thing and make it my own. Master it, if you will, before I can move onto the next thing. SO for now, I'll continue to watch and read and research and learn. Hopefully inspiration will fall in my lap, but most likely I'll trip over it on the way to something else. *grin*