strange part of life this. jesper turned 30. feels odd. friends aren't around either and if they are then they're too busy to spend time. so am i. don't know doing what though. lots in my itenerary but not much in hand at the end of the day. the clock keeps ticking and i don't know if i should call my self lazy or just plain ordinary. the seminar kicks things. more than i expect at times. and then life happens. people in my life and everything else seems so temporary. life feels fragile. windy. never know what blows in or blows out.
modelling can be a health hazard. everyone wants to be a model. all models want to be bitchy. all bitchy models are a pain! shows and shoots are times when i appreciate friends and family the most. i'd have to be on halucinogens to survive it otherwise. its a filthy world. a world where respect is a meaningless jumble of letters. where beauty is reduced to flesh. its a pity really. how hollow we have let it all become. things that drive nations, this media, these idols and this industry around them, all fake and crumby.
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