Today I was pleasantly surprised with  my inbox. Actually, I went into shock a bit…You see, a rep. from Ford Modeling Agency came across some of my photos on the inner-nuts and asked me to submit some photos to her with no makeup on…standard  profile shot and of course, the dreaded pale skin bikini with no makeup shot…and (insert GASP OMG WHA? here) within minutes of me submitting them, she typed the words back to me that still make me want to poop my pants  just thinking about it “what is your schedule like this week”. I had an awkward moment when I sort of paused and thought to myself “they like me? the REALLY like me?” …are they sure that they know what they are getting into?

Holy heck y’all! Your girl’s got an interview with the Ford agency this coming Wednesday! Don’t it kinda make you wanna drop a turd?

I also need to tell you how much I love beets. I just adore them. Cooked, obviously.

Lastly, on my ride home this evening, I realized why it is that I fear the dentist so. The reason is the person holding the suction device, because they never hold it in the right spot to catch all of the water and saliva and stuff… and I always feel like I am going to drown in tooth scrapings. It is a survival thing, you know, not wanting to die by drowning.

Dear Dental Assistants throughout the land: Please, take a moment, every other tooth, to observe the back portion of the victims  mouth for pooling of water/spit/tooth particles and please, for the love of beets, suction that shit up before the patient begins to tear and turn blue.

Sincerely,

Crying Blue Patient.

Photoshoot alert! I have a shoot tomorrow and I am still waiting for the edits for two previous ones…YAY!

My Dream: to see my name in the credits at the end of a movie in which soft orchestrated music is playing… After that happens, I will go in peace.