Here we go again, off to my favorite city in the world... well, maybe that's a tad exaggerated. After all, I have yet to go to Paris and become a bohemian, Marakesh to be a gypsy, Italy to be an ex-pat wino, Japan to be a harajuku girl, or Columbia to be a drug mule. So to be technically precise, NYC is my favorite city in the US.I'm sitting inside the smoker's lounge, sipping an espresso. Ahh. Hartsfield Jackson Atl Airport. U can never do any wrong. I don't even mind getting here early!
I don't know what to expect for my trip. I've never felt so lucky in my life to have this wonderful opportunity to work with a famous designer during one of the biggest fashion events in the world. *doing cartwheels* I'm so happy and feel so undeserving.
I hope I don't catch hypothermia and turn into one of those statues on the Mt. Everest trail. (My sister would not stop talking about it for 3 days straight). I'd probably be petrified throwing up a peace sign, cigg in mouth, head tilted slightly down and to the left, and my other hand on my hip. I have GOT to pick up another pose. Every picture is always so damn exact. If I don't smile, I look scary and pissed. If I open my mouth, i look slutsome. If I close my eyes, it looks like I'm drunk and slutsome. Girls who are "photographic" are usually just girls who know the angles / lighting / that best compliment them. Like me, they pick it up and run with it. And like me, they end up looking super repetitive.
Speaking of which, I have Morrisey on repeat. His music is so feel good. It almost feels 80's pop-ish with an early 90's mellow flare. He's an old fat man... probably balding too... but I seem to have a soft spot for bald fat men. *wink*
Sooo, atlanta hartsfield is "testing" new TSA security measures. Because of all the complaints with the human x -ray scanner being an invasion of privacy, they created a new one. Instead of being able to see the actual body, they've created a generic picture of a man standing feet and arms apart. If the scanner picks up something suspicious, the suspected area of the body will turn red. Well, they made me walk through one today. I wasn't nervous cos I didn't have any drugs on me... BUT... THEY MADE ME DO IT AGAIN. I got so scared because I thought I might have accidentally left a baggie of illegal substances in my bra. I nearly had a panic attack. For some reason, my boob area kept turning up yellow! TSA made me do it a third time. I told her I have jellys in my bra and she goes, "oh, honey, that's probably what it is". After I collected my things, I ran to the bathroom to check my bra. And alas...a nearly empty baggie. I can hear my sister screaming at me whilst I am writing this. :( I know I know unnie!! Gahs! AT LEAST IT WAS PRACTICALLY NOTHING, SHEESH. FYI TO ALL THE VEGAS SMUGGLERS: DO NOT DO IT.
Call time is 730am. Gonna attempt to catch some zzz's, but I'll probably be too excited to sleep. But I must try nonetheless.
xoxo, Peas
Stay tuned for the ride of a lifetime.
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