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I'm modeling for American Apparel in Las Vegas and I just got a free pair of sick-ass Reeboks at a party just now and I'm srsly having the time of my life.

I type gooooooooooooooood

My first day of my first trade show!

The highlights, because I don't want to forget:
-Getting dressed by our own stylists
-Having pictures taken
-Meeting Dov Charney
-Dov tells me I'm cute, that he used my pictures in a couple ads
-Walking around all day in booty shorts
-Saw Lil Jon, brushed shoulders with P. Diddy, was declined at an offer of a free sample by (a very well-dressed) Ice Cube, watched Russell Simmons make a phone call, saw LL Cool J take pictures with fans, chatted with Steve Aoki
-Eating dinner at the Four Seasons...in a sweat suit
-FREE FUCKING CLOTHES
-Invitation to a GQ party, and sitting out
-Free drinks, without question
-Holy shit my life is baller

When it rains, it pours.

American Apparel just called me. I'm going back to LA to take more pictures. Like, tomorrow. Sweeeeet.

Literally 3 minutes after American Apparel called, I got a call from the law office to which I applied on Tuesday. I got that job, too.

Holy shit I'm gonna be busy.

Because I totally need a third job...

I have a job interview at 1, but I'm also making a pizza, and I don't think it's going to be finished cooking before I have to leave.

UGH LIFE IS SO HARD.

Fuck drug addicts.

Some motherfucker stole my bike. Fucking sawed through the locks on it and everything. It wasn't just any bike; my dad used to ride me around on it when I was a baby, and recently lovingly cleaned up and fixed it up for me to keep. That bike meant a lot to me.

Matt's sister told me about a local guy whose car was returned after having been stolen 50 years, and that miracles do happen, but I'm pretty sure it was probably spray painted a different color and traded for a few hits of smack down by the San Lorenzo River.

I really, really fucking hate junkies.

I'm in love with my first new house.

I'm in love with...

• Watching the summer afternoon sun set over palm trees.


• The smell of salty (but not too salty) sea air.


• Waking up to the faint sound of sea lions barking in the distance.


• Hearing loud popping noises coming from the Beach Flats, and running around my house screaming, "OH SHIT, SOMEONE JUSS' GOT CAPPED!"


• How all of these sensations can be realized from my very own house.

EW WTF

I accidentally went into a Flickr BDSM photo group area thing.

People can be so so so so so so so weird.