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I woke up again at 6 am…this was a far cry from the night before, up from 4-6 am, trying just about everything to get my little head down after that. It was probably the beer, of course, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles. My body has a 4 hour filtration time where it needs that long to come back into sobriety, knocking me conscious no matter how much I would have to drink. But this morning I forced myself back down until 8…the problem is I have been talking to my friend from the east coast lately, and she is like suuuuuper stressed, to the point of being almost intolerable. And here I am saying in a therapist’s voice over and over again, relaxxxx, come on dude, remove your emotion from it (this is like a lifetime’s worth, though) and change the way you react. She claims it’s almost impossible, but I think when you’ve spent a lifetime doing something one way and making yourself miserable, it’s probably okay to change the way you approach it, wouldn’t you say? She is the main reason I have felt the need to go hang in the tree, I must admit, because she is just that ouch spiritually right now…super sharp, not soft, just…OUCH. That tree is one of the loveliest things about my day sometimes…

So I have this modeling portfolio, right? I decided I had no idea what to do with it. Clearly I could post it on a modeling page, but that seems kind of silly…so I figure I can post a few of them up here for illustration’s sake…plus, I always had fun.

I am doing a job here in a few weeks for a well known high end sweater company–and I am getting new photos from that. You might have seen my other photos here from my little 40’s ball, that I, ahem, will be attending alone once again within the next two months (hear the grumbles, haha–better to go alone than with someone lame is all I know).

And here are two photos of two different things that struck my fancy when I woke up…a strange dichotomy, if you will, and two very beautiful scenes I was able to see within 3 minutes of one another, and yes, in this exact order.

Do you see that? A single perfect rose up on the side of a road I routinely cross every day, the only rose that peaked up out of this bush. A petrified mouse I walked over, then spun back around and felt I needed to document, perfectly opposite to the scene I walked up on next.

This is what I look like now, (well five minutes to 1pm on October 4th, 2011) without makeup: