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this is me.

I am a photographer.
I am not an artist.
It is not my job to work while you stand around
It is not my job to make you look pretty
It is my job to catch you changing someones life
making a difference
doing what you do BEST.
If that is looking pretty...
You have got the wrong girl.

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Insta-Christian, Just add Email!

I'm about to share something completely unexpected with the world. Actually, there's two confessions I'll need to start out with. The first is that I'm a Catholic. Really and truly, communed, confirme...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:53:00 GMT

I saw that going better in my head!

"I saw that going better in my mind" If I had a nickel for every time I've said that I'd be pretty fucking rich. It's not even so much related to dumb shit I've done, though there's been plenty o...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:56:00 GMT

I cried a little today

I had my back surgery a week ago tomorrow and the day prior Jon got hurt at work picking up a patient. She must have been big, as he picks me up with no trouble all the time. He was sent home to recov...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 09:32:00 GMT

Wildebeest

That's me. Halfway between getting offended and channeling it into comic fodder I accepted it. After all...According to Tucker Max:Thelowest of the low. A 1-star (common-stock pig) with a terriblepers...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 09:50:00 GMT

Riley

Riley Vaughan is miserable. Riley Vaughan is miserable and cold. Riley Vaughan is miserable and cold and pale and tragic and still tired. Riley Vaughan does not want to get out of bed. That's the nar...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 13:16:00 GMT

Coelho on men and women...

Why we love men   A friend of mine, Julia, sent me the text below. When I tried to get in touch with her to ask if she herself had written it, she had already left on a trip and I don't know ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 18:37:00 GMT

Act IV : Airie loses Aimee and flips the fuck out.

Last night at midnight, I started the intermission of my life. I wish it would flow easily and quietly from one experience to another with no discernable events to distinguish the years, but I'm not s...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 12:24:00 GMT

An answer... sorta.

Per popular demand, and repeated allusions to the myth of the broken heart, airie’s two cents are thus:I never really realized that a broken heart was incurable. I thought it was something that ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 15:12:00 GMT

A day in the life...

***** I'm sitting in my office, writing. My father is playing music, song shifts and he changes it in 5 notes. I know the song as well as my own name. We don't play name that tune here, cause it rapid...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 12:10:00 GMT

Don't pretend we all didn't know this was coming...

It's 12:06PM, June 15, 2007. At 1:30PM the summer will begin for my little sister. She's going to board a plane to New Orleans, where she will spend the next several weeks. She did this last year, lea...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 20:06:00 GMT