Life is Like a Set of Two Way Radios...
If the people holding them are not tuned to the same channel, things can get a bit fuzzy...
That's my new quote.... DON'T TRY STEALIN IT.. shit is copyright.. Anyway it sort of describes pieces of my life right now. Not everything makes sense or maybe I'm just having a hard time hearing.
Friday was a compact kind of day... my last before my boss comes back and all hell breaks loose. There were some interesting specimen visiting that proved to be quite a distration. Marj applauded me on my growing ability to coordinate clothes with accessories. After work I went to see
This is one of the best latino comedic performances to hit Broadway, right up there with John Leguizamo. After shoving comida latina down our throats, Anthony, Pablo, Mari and I ran downtown to see this show on 44th Street. Of course we were the typical latinos showing up five minutes into the show, and although we had front Mez seats, it was the late comers in orchestra that got ragged on by the first performer (and show writer) Rick Najera, for being on Latino time instead of professional NYer time. Jokes were cracked on everyone from here to Argentina. And when the ghetto as hell Ms. Puerto Rican Day Parade waltzed on stage with her "I'mma get you bitch" attitude I had to admit I knew too many girls just like that. I laughed so hard I think I scared the non-spanish speaking girl beside me. Although the show is mainly done in English there are times where the performers rattle off in Spanish tongue and I'm amazed to realize that I finally get some of it. (Only took me 24 years).
After the show I was beat, as was Anthony so we headed home and I caught some zz's before my photo shoot the next morning. So much for beauty sleep.. I was up at 8am, shoot wasn't until 11. Got stuck in traffic on my way to Jersey, I swear that place is one big U-Turn! Ely joined me for the shoot, played the part of photo assistant for the day - new career? Well she was damn good at it, but she needs to be in front of the camera with me. The shoot went for THREE HOURS. I felt like it was one of the best... so where are the pics, Elle? Well ya see, THAT'S the funny part. It turns out Nathan's (photographer)computer bombed and may have wiped out 60% of the pics and all that may be left are the overly sexy ones. Overly sexy ones? Here's the thing.. I wanted new headshots.. and those were taken in the earlier part of the session. I wanted playful ones of me playing a guitar .. and those were in the earlier part of the session as well.. And THOSE are the ones that may be gone forever, and THOSE are the ones I would post here. As for the others.. well I've been feeling better about my body and I felt like documenting it.. so I threw on some boyshorts and got to work lol.. And of COURSE those turned out just fine. But, do I post them? Nah, don't think I feel like being that open. Eventually I'll post at least one, but bullshit AOL is giving me issues right now.. booo hooo, yea yea I know.
After a session that had me in such awkward poses I might as well have spent the day gettin my back blown out (sorry, im overly descriptive aren't I?), but it's that sore now. Ely and I went separate ways after that I and I drove east to the Promenade in Edgewater.. talk about Ritzy... this little host of shops is in the center of an apartment complex that sits on the Hudson River. I was in awe, and pretended that just for a moment I could afford to just IMAGINE living here. I ended up with boots and pants.. but I needed them I swear. Other than that I wandered around wondering how in the hell Jen wasn't there to meet me yet. Turns out she got lost in a swell of u-turns.. the irony. When we finally found each other we grabbed some din din at a spot called The Cafe.. which is really an art project made up of penises, boobs and ear lobes... or at least that's the molding you'll see on the walls. Interesting place. We chatted about radio frequencies and losing the love of your life by not being able to emit any words other than hello.. really Jen! The night didn't end there, we hooked up with the rest of the Negron ladies and went to see Flightplan. Crap. Not working talking about. After a few Amstel's and an after movie watching spot, I saw Jen's eyes getting droopy, said my goodbyes but realized I had no intentions of going home. I drove.. and drove .. ended up somewhere in north jersey, lost at one or two in the morning, I'm not even sure. It was time I needed to think about various aspects of my life.. listen to the little voices in my head and realize there's more out there for me than I'm allowing myself to see. So when do I start doing something about it?
That's my new quote.... DON'T TRY STEALIN IT.. shit is copyright.. Anyway it sort of describes pieces of my life right now. Not everything makes sense or maybe I'm just having a hard time hearing.
Friday was a compact kind of day... my last before my boss comes back and all hell breaks loose. There were some interesting specimen visiting that proved to be quite a distration. Marj applauded me on my growing ability to coordinate clothes with accessories. After work I went to see
This is one of the best latino comedic performances to hit Broadway, right up there with John Leguizamo. After shoving comida latina down our throats, Anthony, Pablo, Mari and I ran downtown to see this show on 44th Street. Of course we were the typical latinos showing up five minutes into the show, and although we had front Mez seats, it was the late comers in orchestra that got ragged on by the first performer (and show writer) Rick Najera, for being on Latino time instead of professional NYer time. Jokes were cracked on everyone from here to Argentina. And when the ghetto as hell Ms. Puerto Rican Day Parade waltzed on stage with her "I'mma get you bitch" attitude I had to admit I knew too many girls just like that. I laughed so hard I think I scared the non-spanish speaking girl beside me. Although the show is mainly done in English there are times where the performers rattle off in Spanish tongue and I'm amazed to realize that I finally get some of it. (Only took me 24 years).
After the show I was beat, as was Anthony so we headed home and I caught some zz's before my photo shoot the next morning. So much for beauty sleep.. I was up at 8am, shoot wasn't until 11. Got stuck in traffic on my way to Jersey, I swear that place is one big U-Turn! Ely joined me for the shoot, played the part of photo assistant for the day - new career? Well she was damn good at it, but she needs to be in front of the camera with me. The shoot went for THREE HOURS. I felt like it was one of the best... so where are the pics, Elle? Well ya see, THAT'S the funny part. It turns out Nathan's (photographer)computer bombed and may have wiped out 60% of the pics and all that may be left are the overly sexy ones. Overly sexy ones? Here's the thing.. I wanted new headshots.. and those were taken in the earlier part of the session. I wanted playful ones of me playing a guitar .. and those were in the earlier part of the session as well.. And THOSE are the ones that may be gone forever, and THOSE are the ones I would post here. As for the others.. well I've been feeling better about my body and I felt like documenting it.. so I threw on some boyshorts and got to work lol.. And of COURSE those turned out just fine. But, do I post them? Nah, don't think I feel like being that open. Eventually I'll post at least one, but bullshit AOL is giving me issues right now.. booo hooo, yea yea I know.
After a session that had me in such awkward poses I might as well have spent the day gettin my back blown out (sorry, im overly descriptive aren't I?), but it's that sore now. Ely and I went separate ways after that I and I drove east to the Promenade in Edgewater.. talk about Ritzy... this little host of shops is in the center of an apartment complex that sits on the Hudson River. I was in awe, and pretended that just for a moment I could afford to just IMAGINE living here. I ended up with boots and pants.. but I needed them I swear. Other than that I wandered around wondering how in the hell Jen wasn't there to meet me yet. Turns out she got lost in a swell of u-turns.. the irony. When we finally found each other we grabbed some din din at a spot called The Cafe.. which is really an art project made up of penises, boobs and ear lobes... or at least that's the molding you'll see on the walls. Interesting place. We chatted about radio frequencies and losing the love of your life by not being able to emit any words other than hello.. really Jen! The night didn't end there, we hooked up with the rest of the Negron ladies and went to see Flightplan. Crap. Not working talking about. After a few Amstel's and an after movie watching spot, I saw Jen's eyes getting droopy, said my goodbyes but realized I had no intentions of going home. I drove.. and drove .. ended up somewhere in north jersey, lost at one or two in the morning, I'm not even sure. It was time I needed to think about various aspects of my life.. listen to the little voices in my head and realize there's more out there for me than I'm allowing myself to see. So when do I start doing something about it?
posted by Elle J at 6:30 PM
1 Comments:
Damn Spammers.
Love the new quote, it is so true. Aww i am jealous i want to see that. I am glad that you enjoyed it.
LOL @ the jeresy comment. Three hours! Damn girl that is a long photo shoot.
I do that all the time as well just drive around thinking. It is a good way to clear my mind.
To answer your question, i think you will do something about it when you are ready or when you get fed up with it. At least that is what happened to me.
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