A dark red, the colour of wine, the colour of blood, the colour of class.

My heart is so bored.nothing is ever interesting in this lonely city. I hate the beach, I don't like the sun and yet I can't live without both of them and that I enjoy summer and all other season of the year.
I love haute couture make-up, they're so usual and beautiful. Last week I worked backstage at the Gold Coast Fashion Week, the clothes were...alright ahaha, I only liked one dress that was there, I wouldnt wear it, but I liked it. Everyone was assigned to a model, mine was double my height..so many boobs and changes. I was thankful I didnt end up with a male model...so so thankful, I can handle boobs, but when it comes to changing a guys pants.....no. ahahha

During the day when I was helping set up the stage, I was talking to my friend Sabb about how I could never work for someone, it's hard to explain, it's just my gut feeling telling me I should be my own boss, it just doesnt feel right, and I feel I am able to achieve more with my life. I know would I have to work for someone and be their bitch for a couple years until I gain enough experience to become my own boss. Damn Jeremyville has it so easy now. All he does is surf and paint. I want to do that, just not the surfing....more like...bike riding...if I ever decide to become active..and instead of painting I would draw....and have a studio in New York...I admire his life.