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oh my god. its like i saw a ghost today.

not really, because he's still alive.
but this guy....i used to have a HARDCORE crush on him.....still do, to a degree, and i saw his lookalike on the bus tonight?

i know with 99.9% certainty that it wasn't him, since he doesn't live in my town. but ya: same height, build, hair, jawline, very similiar eyes, lips, nose, etc...everything! and he was nice and polite too.

he let me go first while getting into the bus, though he was there first. ooh then he sat down right behind me, even tho there were only 2-3 other people on the bus.

its so weird. i'm all hyper and buzzy.

so ya, if anyone knows of a cute guy with longish wavy brown hair, who was riding the 124 from blair tonight, around 10:45, then please give him my number!!!

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ok so in less than 24 hours, my one day, no overnight stay in toronto for one shoot turned into a testing extravaganza!!


-friday: shoot for a clothing company (paid in clothes and credit. whatever. its good exposure!)
-Saturday: aforementioned planned all day shoot. (beauty and fashion shots!)
-Sunday: crazy creative with cool team.

on the plus side, my friend/stylist extraordinair mirna is letting me crash at her pad. no hotel bills. WOO
also: all agency models. FINALLY.

i'm so excited/anxious.

oh, and i am doing a creative with my fave photog in town here. on wednesday. i get carte blanche for styling and makeup. woo!
i'm off to shop for it!

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oh bitch please.

with all their uptight, overly sensitive, don't want to hear the truth bullshit, people these days really make me laugh and shake my head in wonder.

fuck, sometimes, i ponder their words thoughtfully. i say shit i realize is wrong, or not true, or not nice all the time. then i apologize.

but usually, when people freak out over what i've done/said, i just sit and think to myself, "seriously, you, or someone else, or someone else other than them was thinking the exact same thing, and didn't have the balls to say it. So I do, and that makes me the pariah, the bitch, the know-it-all."

Whatever. I don't care.

It wears on a person, though, this sense that no one can ever really say what they want to.

You have to be professional. You have to be tactful. You have to be polite. You have to be sensitive. You have to be kind.

I'm all of the above, but when someone asks a totally inappropriate, out of place, holier-than-thou sounding question, then no, I guess I'm not.

I'm not going to go do some encyclopedia britannica style research on their behalf, and run back to them, proffering the newly gleaned information on a beautifully decorated little silver spoon.

Is it wrong to hate many things in life? Why must everything be one big huge love-in? Why is it evil to gently and politely say something to say something that ISN'T complimentary?

Since when is giving your own honest opinion a bad thing?