alex- do you find this funny, or it is just me:
“Barack Obama updated profile information.”
ha. ah ha.
its like seeing someone write barack obama got detention for smoking in the boys locker room. or, rumor has it that mccain and palin were fighting during homeroom. hillary broke her nail during soccer practice, and she is PISSED!
blogging from a coffeeshop on yales campus in between photo gigs. i think i want this to be my life for awhile. traveling, getting my picture taken, living in out of an adidas duffle bag. [no, actually, i would up grade to something A classier, B cuter, and C with WHEELS good god. but,.. i do feel like i get half my excerise from lugging my shit around. so i hope i dont get fat if i get a bag w wheels. … ha.]
im sitting across from a cute young jewish yale boy. we are both on apple laptops. i feel like i have a big secret here, bc i am amongst students at one of the most pretigious schools in the world, and they think im a student. they think i am here to study fucking microeconomics or whatever. dutch philosophy. to become a grand master at chess. whatever the fuck people do at yale. but no. NO! i am here to model, nude, for artists. i am a giant deviant compared to them. they are alll wearing really really new clothes and they are really really preppy w/o even trying. like, its just in their blood. the very nice guy who served me white tea at this coffeeshop was wearing a TIE tucked INTO a white DRESS SHIRT while working the early sat shift at a low-key COFFEESHOP. alex, what were you and i wearing when we were working our sat morning service jobs in philly? i know i was wearing either whatever i went out in the night before (ew) (but yeah we all showed up half drunk to serve for brunch), or i wore the first thing i could find. old bf tee shirt. black cotton wrinkled dress. whatever. NOT a white pressed button down and a tie. jeeze. how can that even be?
how am i writing so much about this one thing, btw? i do know why though. its bc i am obsessed with people places institutions with LOTS Of money. money in general kind of bores me. but LOTS of people with LOTS of money is where it gets interesting. its like hanging out w a different species.
OH ALEX i loved adored loved loved seriously went head over heels for the butterflies that eat fruit. i want one. i want to love one and be loved by one. i cant wait.<3 ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
ps- i just had a very funny phone conversation in the middle of the coffeeshop that was all about SEX, but i had to had to had to take the call. so i took it. and was totally not saying Sex but talking About Sex and i felt like everyone put down their coffees for one moment to listent to what i was saying over the quiet regaee music and the sound of coffee brewing. and now, out of the corner of his eye, the jewish boy is looking at me differently. secrets. sex. coffee. ah, life. oh, yes and pet butterflies…