pooooped

I've just polished off 660ml of Cheval Blanc ( i have no clue how much that is - maybe two pints and a bit? well, enough to make me feel tipsy and thank the Lord that i have spell check on this thing...)

Spoke to the people at the fest in San Fran. The director actually. She loves my stuff. She told me so. They want to use my images for their multi-media show, perhaps with some music, and even with spoken word.
I write poetry as well
Oh you do!! Fantastic!!

I guess it's not so bad being multi-talented...

but I think that A has deleted all those blogs we kept - before she got married. And if she did, I will wring her neck. Some of my best poetry was there.

Damm me. I should have known better than to trust my stuff with somebody else.

Whatever...


working on some bookies from flickr- little postcard books that I can tote around with me in nyc when I go gallery slutting. Am going there to show my stuff. Must make an impression on gallery people. It seems like my erotica is the way to go lately. It seems to be getting me lots of exposure.

no pun intended...

Alex wants to see me next week - says we might get a cover in some British magazine - body art/airbrush technique. I know he has faith in me, why else would he ask me to do a job like that if he didn't think I had it in me to make him look good?

Oh well.

Feeling poopy. Spent all day cleaning. Discouraged because the house still looks like shit - the dust balls keep on rolling into the house, down the hallway and amass in the bedroom under the bed.

Now I know why I have these dreams of huge tumbleweeds suffocating me in my sleep...

...

dreamt that there were planes falling from the sky again. I was in NYC and said to myself: "oh not again", but somehow managed, through the power of my mind, to keep them from falling from the sky.

strange days indeed.
Most peculiar momma

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