* Clothing Bank; I loaned some clothing to a photographer for her photo shoot several months ago. We were suppose to meet up so I could get my wardrobe back, but before we could she moved across the country. I have contacted her over and over again via e-mail, phone, text, Facebook, but no reply. I see her status updates, I see her on my G-chat list, so I know she's getting my messages. Mind you I loaned her some of my favorite and most coveted pieces. It makes my stomach turn to think I will never see these three pieces ever again. I have contemplated putting her on blast on the Internet, but fuck it. All I wanted was a response back?! New rules apply in 2011; down payment and rental fees if you are anyone but Kyle Johnson.
* Night Stands; Co-ed slumber parties in 2010 served as a sucking black portal hole of all my best earrings and other accessories. Of course you want to wear all your bling and sparkle when you're going to see that special person of that moment, but beware of what you leave behind before you get too cozy. Note: if you are going to sleep over a guy's house don't ever leave your shit on the night stand or the bathroom counter. Chances are shit might hit the fan and you can kiss those sweet Bamboo earrings you got at the Compton swap meet goodbye. I'm stepping up my accessory game in 2011 and this time I have a better game plan to make sure I don't have any casualties in my treasure chest, and it's called celibacy.
* Yes Mam; I did it all for love in 2010, but I'm doing it all for money in 2011. Let's just say I invested a lot of time in projects and test shoots because I wanted to be nice. I did a lot of things for free or for cheap because people were my friends or didn't have a "budget". I want to help all my friends or anyone for that matter who are passionate about making it. But there comes a point where you need to draw the line and know your worth. I've paid my dues and built my portfolio. I love playing dress up, but I also love making money. So if you can't pay to play with me keep it moving...
* Burnout Velvet Kimono; I do not fuck with the masses, long lines, or hype. So when I got VIP passes to the Goodwill Glitter Sale private pre-sale I was so ecstatic. I got a blue fox fur vest, draped sequins cardigan, caged black sequins mini, and a 70's faux leopard jacket. However I did not get that beautiful burnout velvet kimono w/ the peacock pattern. Did I mention I'm obsessed with peacocks? It was only $50, and they sell for $200-$600 a pop online. Why didn't I get it?! I was too consumed with the furs and sparkles, that I overlooked the velvet. The one that got away. I can only hope this is how my ex's feel, but doubt it. Sigh.