Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Friday, December 31, 2004

Another one bites the dust

It's amazing how happy I am to be home.........and I was in Las Vegas for Christ's sake. The boy and I cruised the strip, did a little girl watching, and let my father drive us nuts with his good intentions. But nuts is nuts regardless of the intentions. I felt so out of touch and I didn't like it one bit. Like my step mother would let anyone on her computer. Not sure of the reason but it seems to be a sacred place. Leaving some stress behind for a few days was a good thing though and my dad is nearly 79 so who knows how many more times I'll see him.

But I am very pleased to be back here where I belong and to once again partake of this wonderful company. It should be noted that I have led a sexless existence the past week and I am extremely volatile so please handle me with caution.

By the way, I focused on color inside the casinos for my photo shoot, hopefully with some success. Samples to follow soon. The boy wanted me to do a bare midriff study since he was doing one anyway without the camera.

A midnight handshake to the gentlemen and a lingering kiss to each of the lovelys at midnight.

Let's just rip into it this year, wanna? Fuck yes I say.

*Contented sigh*