So I am sitting on my couch when I should be sleeping. Even though tomorrow is a snow day and school is canceled, I have less than five hours of sleep under my belt and I constantly catch my head nodding. I'm watching Watch What Happens Live on Bravo and I really hate Andy Cohen. Just sayin'...
So I'm really looking into moving to Portland, Oregon. I have fabulous friends there and I think drastic change will do me good. Maybe I'll even fall in love for the first time in my life. Let's face it, New York hasn't really been treating me well. I'm just super sick of living in a place where I just always feel like a failure. School sucks, can't get a job, can't get a man to commit, and those who want to commit are only looking to commit their dicks to vaginas. So pathetic. I'm really getting sick of this shit, and I'm really tired of meeting guys who get bored with people their age and need to find someone who's fresh out of high school.
So since tomorrow is a snow day, I'm mad because I really want to drop off Jon's shit so that way I don't have that itty bitty hope that maybe he'll want to see me. I know he's a selfish person and can't just be honest with me and I'm tired of that. If he doesn't want to be with me in that way, he should at least grow up and be my friend. The "I work too much" excuses aren't cutting it when your high schooler buddies are posting photos of you all over Facebook at parties and shit. Ah FB how you cause so much drama. I don't need this shit. Maybe I'll just delete him.
So on a slightly higher note, yet really the straw that broke the camel's back and is the cherry on top to the reasoning of me moving, here is a story that I am copy and pasting from my Tumblr...
So, the creepiest thing happened to me; this guy I used to be friends with (who has since moved to Queens and I don’t talk/see him very often anymore) messages me to hire me for a photo shoot. At first I thought nothing of it, I told him my rates and all that jazz. We talk a little about it, and then he asks me if I have ever modeled. I said no except for school photo projects. He then asks me if I want to model for a shoot that involves dressing up as superheros. I agreed, only because it seemed harmless because he works for a comic book company and has been working on various ideas and projects. So, today he calls me and we’re discussing these shoots when suddenly he’s seems a little out of breath. It sounded like he was hiking, but he was at home. So I dismiss it at first, and we start discussing the costumes. He asks me what I’d be opposed to wearing, and I told him nothing revealing. He then tells me that this shoot I’d be modeling for was for his personal use only. So I’m a little taken aback by it and told him that made me a little uncomfortable. Then he asks me what I thought about forgetting the shoot and just dressing up and before I could answer he then asks if the price was high enough if I would consider “showing a little more”. I didn’t even know how to react to that. I quickly ended that conversation and am convinced that the shortness of breath was him jerking off while on the phone with me.
