So..

You know what I really dislike? When people talk about money...like how much they spent on this and that blah blah blah. If people compliment me on something that I am wearing, I tell them which store I bought it at so that maybe they can go pick it up for themselves as well.

Anyway, I did this photo shoot the other day. This guy was super eager to take my picture blah blah blah major tip off. I went anyway since it was near IKEA and my mom wanted to go there to look at a desk. Whatever. If all else failed, I could go there.

So I get there and the guy is nice and has a bunch of equipment around and gets me in front of his camera.

Now, I'm wearing a nice, cool top, but he doesn't like it and pulls out some clothes for me to try on. I pull out a plaid shirt and denim jacket to wear with my denim jeans. Cowboy look. He takes a few pictures and then suggests that I "sex it up" a bit.

"I like it like this.", I reply. He then goes on about hoe much money he's spent on all his equipment. $3000 dollars here, $200 there, new cameras, the whole shebang. He also talks about how his....live in buddy dates all these movie stars. Like I care.

I know he wants me to be impressed. To think he's cool by default. But I'm not.

So then he asks me slyly if I want to do some lingerie shots.

"Nope!", I say.

"Well, you'll need them for your book.".

I just kind of look at him because they are already in my book! He then says that if Victoria's Secret wanted me to do some lingerie, I'd do it. Well, let's dissect this shall we?

1. Oldest line in the book for you to get naked.
2. He doesn't work for them and is too small time to ever be even thought of for a millisecond by anyone at that company.

Oh, btw, he kept moving around a lot. And changing the music a lot. Throwing me off. He kept wanting me to get into the zone, but seriously...dude....don't play music for me to "get into the zone" and then put the darn thing on random. Techno->The Allman Bros. just doesn't work.

I finally told him that I had to get to IKEA. He decided to go through the pictures with me.

Omg, they are the ugliest pictures ever. My mother was rolling on the floor when she saw them. And..and...this all wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't asked me for a really exorbitant price to print them out on his own printer. I get that it costs money to print things. Trust me. I get it. But he was asking for a lot of money for a print, higher than I have ever paid at any store for any prints in NYC.

The whole thing sounded and felt like one big scam, where he would get these young girls, these young wannabe girls to pay this really high price for prints (btw, the shoot was TIME FOR PRINT), tell them what great shots they were so that they would believe him that they really did need to spend that kind of money and then go laughing all the way to the bank.

I didn't pay him anything. I just got out of there.

BTW, I took the kitten who thinks it's a dog to the vet the other day. They squeezed his anal glands. I don't think that I've ever heard a cat yell that loud. It sounded like he was right next to me, screaming. But really, he was downstairs in the basement where they do that stuff. Even the techs were floored. "He's quite vocal." , said the vet afterwards.

I was also in quite a happy mood as this rather nice, young receptionist gave me a baggy to hold all the candy I got out of the dispensers. They were broken, so you just needed to jiggle the machine to get candy out. I had a whole bunch of reese's pieces in my hands when some of them fell onto the floor and she came by with the bag. She laughed like it was really cute. I smiled because I love Reese's.

ANYWAY. I just spent like two hours looking for an icon for my gmail group. Yes, group. Yes, two hours. No, I did not find one I liked.

I'm off to the bath.