Rachel, in PoladroidIs it sad that I'm waiting anxiously to hear if I got a job that requires me to wear a hairnet and nametag?
I can't wait to be out of this state!
But, possibly a shoot on Tuesday!! And massage on Monday!!
No Sighting of that External Hard Drive
As I've stated before, running out of photography to share since I can't find my external hard drive and I don't keep a lot on my laptop. So this is another preliminary from a different series than the gnomes. I was focusing on body parts, what makes up a human.
Wishing for Sun
Jenn, Cathy, Kim, Megan and KerryI can't wait to be out of NY... this snow and gloom makes me depressed.
Why Does the Real Polaroid Film Have to be so Damn Expensive!?!?
Rachel in PoladroidBlah, another day without shooting. This sucks. I need more guinea pigs to dress up and drag all over town. Lighting today sucks anyway.
Maybe I'll actually get ambitious and find my floor... hahahahaha
Rusty
That house would have been great to shoot in and around... too bad my ex was an ass lol.
Working this afternoon then off for days! Perhaps a visit from my bff, which reminds me... need to find the floor of my spare room so he has somewhere to set up the air bed... which I have to go get.
Ahh, sweet 16
Melody and her date to my sweet 16 birthday party. God, over 7 years ago.
Finished reading Odd Hours, definately not as good as the first three of the series which tends to be the case but I still want to read the next one. I like the style of the writing, it's so random.
Getting turned down by models left and right to model my line. Why is stripwear turned down when they've done bikini shoots and even implied nudes?
Still can't find my external. Really need to get some of this shit off my laptop.
Old Pics
So I finally got around to scanning some of my old photos yesterday. This is one from quite a few years ago, considering the blonde is now 12 years old.
My lovely cat woke me up this morning by dumping a cup of milk on my head. Talented little fucker. FYI: milk makes a good hair gel.
My Drawing/Painting Ability
Since I'm too lazy to find my external hard drive, I'm running out of my photography to display. I only keep the most current pics on my laptop otherwise I'd never be able to find anything. So this is a preliminary piece I did a while ago... the foreground is mainly acrylic paint, who knows whats in the background. I tend to be afraid of the blank white page so the first thing I do before I even know what I'm going to draw is all but destroy the page lol. I put a layer of color down, then maybe a pattern, if I don't like it, I keep going and going and going.
ESL sent me 4 little cards to hand out as thank you's to people. I found them entertaining; I still don't have a clue why they sent them. Here's what they say, as I am too lazy to go up to my scanner and scan them.
~ Dear Co-worker, Thank you for wearing headphones. And shoes. And deoderant.
~ Dear Neighbor, Thank you for not having your holiday lights up in February.
~ Dear Officer, Thank you for the warning.
~ Dear Grocery Clerk, Thank you for making sure my eggs get home in one piece.
Photoshop Paintbrushes
I downloaded a bunch of cool Photoshop paintbrushes last week and played around for a while. This is one result.
I finally finished Confessions of Madame Psyche which wasn't easy. Started off good but when she got to the Great Depression, I had to skip ahead. I can't think about that, it's too close to reality. I started the third in the Odd Thomas series by Dean Koontz, Odd Hours. I love the craziness of this series.
Now off to the craziness of the salon.
GGGGRRRRRAAAAHAHHHAH!!!
Fucking Medicaid. Fucking fuck fuck. Excerpt from phone conversation:
Me: I haven't received any new cards or numbers from this county and the ones I have are only good in Monroe County.
Worker: Well, I don't know how I'm supposed to help you.
Me: I need to call someone to change my primary care provider so I can go to the doctor and I don't know who to call since I haven't received any information about my coverage in this county.
Worker: You only have to change your primary care provider in a managed care plan which you aren't enrolled in.
Me: I was in one in Monroe county, they transferred my case to Niagara county, I thought I'd be enrolled in the same amount of coverage as I had!
Worker: Let me transfer you.
New Toy, New Hair
I found a new toy! Poladroid... it turns photos into polaroids for those of us who havent been blessed with getting our hands on an actual one! I guess it's only in Beta so there are a ton of things I wish I could change and/or had control over but its still cool to play with.
Finally got my hair did lol:
I think it's awesome.My Time at the Cordial
Since I worked there over 3 years I thought I need to pay some respects to that part of my life. I've decided to share some random events I experienced.
I spent most days watching the other girls for new tricks to try. Velvet is a tall drink of water lol. Legs for days, lucious skin, body like a 12 year old boy, and just enough attitude to seduce anyone. Watching her move on stage was like laying in the ocean, smooth and gentle waves rocking back and forth. ?- Hard Out Here For a Pimp
Safire is a tiny box of fire and spunk. Her toddler was almost her size. That girl had so much energy! During day shifts, 4:00 was crunk time. Thats when the Bacardi hit her and we the best show of the day. The bpm of her music skyrocketted. She got up on stage and got crunk. (Which is the worst phrase but its what she did lol) Working with her never failed to be awesome.
Karyzmah, my girl, danced a lot like Velvet with a bit more umph. She could lay on her back, bring her legs up and her feet would touch the ground. Kelis- Blindfold Me.
Destiny was my "trainee;" she came to Cordial not knowing really how to dance. We spent many afternoons on stage trying pole tricks.
Jazzmine was the whitest black girl. She routinely said "oh my gawd" which was always followed by a chorus of "becky, look at her butt" from the rest of us. She danced like Safire calmed down. She was as ghetto as the rest of the night girls.
Paige was my crush. Tiny, Latina body with huge ghetto ass. She was by far the nicest girl there. No one had an issue with her.
My major (and only) issue at Cordial was Kitty, and Raya, by association. Girl could dance but has so much drama that she causes then wants pitty for that it aint worth it. There have been many afternoons she had too many tequilas and sat at the bar screaming and crying. I walked out in the middle of a shift for her and Raya. Instead of being mature and working together but ignoring each other, the two of them gossip to customers about me and made rude comments in my direction in front of customers. I"d had enough. I got a call that night from Debbie appologizing for their behavior and I did return to work for a while.
I had to earn my way with the girls and with certain customers. I was a white girl from the burbs who wasn't drugged out, who didn't even drink for the first two years of employment. The day girls, especially Safire, Velvet and Paige, helped me accomplish that. They were my buffer to the others. I had no problem with the older black gentlemen once they heard my music and saw me dance. I have a thing for the older soul and R&B, always have. The young thugs pissed me off; they assumed I wasn't as nice or intelligent as I am and threw their game at me.
I had a lot of fun some of the nights I came in to sell clothes. By the end, more customers knew who I was than employees. There's a high turnover rate among the dancers but between Big Joe, Little Joe, Debbie, Mike, and Tiffany, you never knew who would be at the door or at the bar. During a time where I was working there regularly, I had an incident with a doorman who didn't recognize me in clothes and wouldn't let me in to sell outfits.
The bathroom was the place for deep conversation although we rarely had tp or a working flusher. My favorite was Chocolate, Me and Paige. Paige has been with a lot of the girls who are in and out of the club and Chocolate and I were critiquing some of her not-so-savory choices like Kitty (who has been with many of the guys in and out of the club) and Angel (white baby mama in her 40s, all her kids by diff dads, stayed with guys who beat her, mullet, danced while bruised up, supposedly a madame, all around skeez). Paige was so blitzed. She agreed with us but said Angel at least knew what she was doing.
During a pole trick, my shoe flew across the room and almost hit Precious.
Chris the Dj and Angela the bartender got married but before that, Chris cheated with a dancer named Cheena. Cheena's girlfriend got into it with Chris and stabbed him in the leg. He got another woman pregnant when Angela and him were broken up after that incident. Angela forgave him.
Then there was that day Mike from the kitchen got into it with Kitty (not unusual) on the floor (not unusual) and pushed her off her shoes. That was hilarious and of course I was on stage so I had a prime view.
Mike and I had many intellectual conversations in that kitchen; both killing time before we have to reenter "the real world" which strip clubs are exempt from, trust me.
I think I'm empty for now, will write more when fog passes over again.
I Make Postcards
Time to randomly message model mayhem girls again. I need some entertainment. Maybe I shouldn't have edited all those photos right away in the hopes I'd be accumulating more.
