Cleaning House Week 3

Well sweet tit-stain it's been awhile! The one good thing about my blogging absence is that it is directly correlated with me being productive out there in the real world. Or internally or physically? Maybe not but here's a mini-recap of the last week or so.
I modeled bridal wear for a German fashion blog (http://twoforfashion.otto.de/). Sean came along and acted as my PA, carried my phone and lip gloss and added wit snippets throughout.
My desk area is constantly evolving. We are approaching our one year anniversary in this apt. As I rarely stay longer than 1-2 years in a single room, I'm curious to see just how closely I can get my bedroom to replicate the inside of my brain.

My work was going to throw this lil guy out! It gets all the Spanish language stations and some strange public access jizzums and is just a gem:

Preliminary drawing of Cedric. Josh spilled tea all over my sketchbook, well, he was avoiding being scratched by the Panda and wrist-jerked the glass over. It gave it a nice 'weathered' look. I wish Cedric would wear my dream-catcher earring in real life:Sunday night was the Olive Garden gorgefest 2k9. Claire and Coralie: the frenchies who'd never been to an American family restaurant chain. Coralie took on a look of confused disgust when I got a Styrofoam to-go container for my seafood portfino (and stole the pepper shaker out of sheer necessity):
Nommed like 4 or 5 breadsticks with reckless abandon. I have officially replaced booze/drugs with shitty food. Expecting to be 400 lbs. by summer:
Jamie's back!!!!!!!!!!! The Garden's b'sticks are good tools to gauge how deep you can go when performing fellatio:
We made it Kyra's birthday so we could get some cake and a song. That joke ended up costing me and Jamie ten bucks. Good one. After filming close-ups of us chewing, Kyra and Melissa were so tired they passed out sitting up and we painted flavor savers on their chins with marinara sauce:
Rita had been there since before the sun went down and memorized the menu so we wouldn't be too overwhelmed:
The next day I met up with Glenndolyn and jabbered his ears off. His tea smelled orgasmic, no, the smell of his tea was orgasm inducing. I made sure we posed in the most optimal way to show my bohemouth Q-tip cabeza:
The song on this video is weirding me out. Play something you like and be mesmerized.