All is well in Hell.


Talked to my bookers today about the lack of invitation to the pool party, then the lack of people picking us up for it, and then finally the lack of communication. That was fun.

Then I started to get into everything (lack of money shit like that) and i get sent to a casting (for a client that was looking for the other type of male model... the one with muscles). I got pissed at that, went home, had lunch, then went back in to talk money. Yea they suck. They only started listening when i put on the "I have no money pity me" voice. They were kinda shocked when i told them i had 0 euros left... There natural instincts kicked in and they were all on the phone talking to somebody. I wandered off muttering "Yeeeea. I love respect". Eventually one of the bookers when they got off the phone (sadly i know when they aren't on the phone, there phones run through there computers, so a voice box shows up on the screen shound the volumes of each voice. No Movement in box, No Call) and came over to play the good cop, and offered me money for dinner... Which i declined, instead i gave him a quiet earful about how it blows to be stuck in the country, burning through my savings and making no money. First off, they dont have to know that wasn't savings (it was my vacation pay from the coop), secondly they dont have to know i have my tax return.

In the end I get to go talk "plane tickets" tomorrow, should be fun.

I really want to have an argument with one of them, there is lots of shit i want to tell them, but unless it is in argument form i will just come off as a asshole (more then i normally do).


anyways, battery dieing, logging off. sorry about the spelling/lack of capitals/punctuation, i was rushed (not like i ever read it through anyways, i just feel like using an excuse)