Barbied

Managed to actually get out and take a photo of something during the day. I actually took about fifty barbed wire shots, edited about ten and then just picked another with no processing to put on. I might go change it later, not sure its really all that.

In the process of shooting this I appear to have stood in some dog shit, and now the office smells. I am the only one in here today so it's only me that it affects.It does affect me as well.

Got a really nice surprise earlier today. A friend of mine has shown her model friend some of my pictures, and the model (hereon known as Debs, but not the one from April) wants me to do a shoot for her. She's going to pay me some money. What the hell do I do? I know nothing about photographing a model, but I guess I'll be giving it a go though.

Last night I thought I had a shedload to tell you all, and now I can remember nowt. I know I was fairly angry at the concept of cats. Rascal is getting on my wick a bit. We get home and she miaows constantly for food. You feed her which leads to a minutes silence before she miaows to go out. Then she miaows to come in the house, the specifically my room. Then she comes in my room, mooches about for thirty seconds and miaws to go out. GIVE ME SOME EFFING PEACE. Jesus it's not like she pays rent, or even contributes towards sachets of foul smelling food.

I've also discovered I lie in my sleep. I normally hear movement from Mum about quarter to seven and for some reason shout out mad lies in order to stay in bed. This morning I shouted I was going to Lee and Jackies tonight and would drive myself in..... I have no intention (or recollection) of doing so. It appears that my Mr Hyde wakes up before my Dr Jekyll.

Didn't get on The Apprentice. Sod them. Their loss.

Keep smiling B, this ones for you :)