i had dinner a few nights ago with phan and two of his finance friends.
listening to the two of them talk felt like watching a pissing contest.
money money hot bitches dumb bitches “only time i want to see fat people is in the gym”
and all i kept thinking was, wow.
i am so far removed from that world.
talent is sexier than muscles,
and a sweet guy would win my heart any day over a guy with disposable income.
but not like it matters anyway,
because no one loves me this year
so i spent valentine’s evening with a pizza,
editing pictures from a quick shoot from the previous day.
the rest are up at mackler studios.
currently listening to:
i think this is my favorite winehouse track.
since i’ve come on home, well my body’s been a mess.