oops
I just scared the shit outta my cat. My music wasn't playing, so I figured I needed to turn it up (I think you can see where this is going), but after that didn't work, I realized I didn't have the reciever on the right setting. When I hit the right setting, it blasted [Hot Snakes] and my cat freaked and ran across the room. After I turned it down I apologized profusely, but I think he's pissed. He's saying, "You and your f*in rock music, Mom. Jeesh!"I don't have anything else to say. (I always write that & end up writing another paragraph or two!)
I'm very busy trying to finish something up - and then am off to 2 shows tonite. Yup... not 1, but 2!!! Then I have to hurry home before the clock strikes something way too late for me to look at all presentable (and not too horribly hungover) for the photo shoot dealio I'm doing tomorrow. Yes, I'm doing that modeling thing. modeling - me? what a laugh. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they realize I wasn't what they were hoping for in their glossy ad that's about to be plastered all over Northern Colorado. Or maybe they'll like me... I dunno. I'm not lookin to be a model by *any* means... it's more a favor for my friend Elana who's the Conference Director there... and apparently at the last minute realized they needed one more person, specifically a straight hair'd, tall blond... Well, it's a favor - and there's a leetle-bit-o-money involved, which I seem to have a hard time turning down.
alright that's all for now brown cow.
