Germs!I get so pissed when people don't put down all the lids on the toilet before they flush.I'm afraid the germs will fly into the air and get on my toothbrush...even though my toothbrush is covered and hidden in a drawer and replaced weekly.
I'm very anal,controlling and competitive.I've been in business for myself for so long I know being this way is the only way to survive...especially in NYC.I don't intentionally alienate people,but I don't like to be spoken to when I'm thinking and people who inhibit my ceative flow must be removed from my life.That's just the way it is.Also,I'm kindof a hippie and I don't like to be around people who don't help protect the environment or stick up for human and animal rights.
Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?
I.D. and money in my back pocket,my camera,smokes and key's...on the end of my keychain is a tiny can of pepper spray (cause this is Manhattan and you can never be too protected).
Self-defense.boxing.kickboxing classes.I was raped a year ago and knowing if I were attacked again I could totally kick the bastards ass makes me feel safe ans self-sufficient.
Then I married someone I didn't love-who cheated on me-just for the sake of beating the girl he was cheating with.
I'm ashamed of my addictions as well.It's not anything simple or fun like drugs and alchohol.I have OCD and borderline anorexia which is very shameful.I weigh myself while I cry about three times a day.I think about the cleanliness of my toothbrush every waking second and wash my hand so often I have splits in my skin from the chemicals.
I love my job,I love my friends and most of the time I love my family,but this is really no way to live.
14 year olds asking the dumbest questions known to man on Yedda. MySpace "models" in my face all the time.NewsFlash:Casting is over,I DON'T WANT YOUR HEAD SHOT!!! "Friends" from high school tracking my unsuspecting ass down.I seriously couldn't stand you beasts back in the day and you haven't grown a brain or talent yet so FUCK OFF.
My first date after I moved to Manhattan.A guy took me with him to rob a house.I had no idea what was going on...he left me in the car for 45 minutes,finally came hauling ass back out,opened the passenger side door and pulled me onto the sidewalk,then peeled out and left me there for the cops to find.I didn't get in trouble,but he left me as witness who knew his full name,address and phone number,plus the make and model of his car.What a freakin dumbass!!
Being a designer is all I've ever wanted to do.It's been my dream since I was 5.When I finally made that dream come true over a decade ago,it was the ultimate high.I get to go to work each day and have that feeling over and over.My self-worth is at an all time high because I've accomplished true happiness and been successful when I was always told I couldn't do it.
Does your current occupation affect your self-worth?
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