Loverenee Homework

Yuck, homework. When I was in high school, I thought homework would not be an issue in college. You don't have to go to classes every minute of the day in college, so you should be able to get your work done at school or on campus and not have to do it at home, right? Uh, I was wrong.

Seems like I'm always working on stuff here. I typically spread my books and papers out on my bed and work in my bedroom. There sure are a lot of distractions. One big problem is my dang cellphone. Maybe I should turn it off when I am trying to get work done?

If I were desperate for attention, I would take a pic of myself and post it here showing what I look like. My hair is up in a granny bun. I have huge knee-high socks on. And a tanktop with no bra and some sweatpants. Rob is coming over later, so I'm thinking I might want to clean up a little. At least put a bra on, lest he think I am a degenerate or a concubine.

Undies

Believe it or not, I was doing yardwork all day yesterday. It was warm here where I live, and I was digging and planting and weeding. I did have a pair of jeans on thought in a partial concession to the "winter" weather. The jeans were annoying. They were sort of tight and restrictive, so when I bent over they bothered me. I swear I think my neighbor was staring at my underwear, which was hanging out of my pants for hours at a time.

Shopping and Obsessions

I have finished my xmas shopping, yay. I even bought myself something. I went into Victoria Secret to get some stuff for my friend, and I couldn't resist picking a couple of things out for myself. I think I may have some kind of obsession with lingerie. I enjoy wearing it, but it's more than that. Buying it's okay, but not that stimulating. I just like having it. I like having multiple drawers full of thongs and frilly panties and boyshorts. I like having a close full of bodysuits and negligees. And bras, oh my goodness, I must have 40 or 50 different bras in my bedroom.

Hot As a Firecracker

I wore this getup to the club Friday night, and this greasy-looking Italian guy got all up on me and told me "Sweetie, you are hot as a firecracker!" I honestly think that was his pickup line. I'm going to hold a class one of these days for guys on how to pick up women. We will have a special segment about what not to say in a club.

Selfpic

Hump it, dawg! If you don't work hard in life (I've discovered), you get nowhere. Maybe I was somewhat blessed with good genetics in that I'm not horribly ugly or prone to getting obese, but don't think it's that easy for me. I work hard to stay fit and get modelling gigs. Also, I work hard for the money I make. I even work hard doing the webcam chat thing! I spent some of my hardearned cash on this goofy coat, I hope you guys enjoy my selfpic.

Photo Shoot

I did a photo shoot recently where the photographer got me all dressed up in a wife-beater tank top and let the film fly. I really enjoy posing and feeling sexy, but soem photographers are better than others. Not only do some make me look better, some are easier to work with, and make me feel better about myself during the shoot. Maybe that's why I look better? Anyway, many of you guys will be happy to know Jason is history! :)
My Tanktop Photo Shoot

Break Up

I broke up with Jason last night, and I swear not 10 minutes later Rick called. Does he have my phone tapped or what? It's kind of erie how he always shows up or calls whenever there is the slightest bit of opportunity.

My cell phone died on me this morning, and I plugged it into the car charger, and the thing almost caught on fire when I was in the HotSpot buying latte. WTF? Does the phone company or the company that makes the charger realize that if the burn my car down, a) I'm not going to be their customer any more, b) I'm going to sue them?