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Siren Music Festival 09

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 23:52:00 +0000

These are just random photographs from the day. No photos of the midnight underwear swimming that followed.

Grant's Tomb

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:42:00 +0000

Yesterday I went for a walk around the neighborhood. I ended up walking to Grant's Tomb and Riverside park and taking a lot pictures. I'm not afraid to hop over a fence so I was able to get to the top of the actual "tomb" and get close up. While hopping fences (lol), I found a dirt trail that looked really nice, so I climbed down this a ledge and just saw this place that looked completely untouched by nature. Of course this is New York City so I knew that wasn't the case, so I continued what would be considered a hike at this point until 109th St where I reached the secluded entrance of that woodsy area. The whole trail I thought I discovered was a the Riverside Park Bird Sanctuary. I heard birds but didn't see any. I'm going back with some binoculars next time, I didn't take any pictures of the actual sanctuary. Next time.

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Shortypop Iphone Case

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:43:00 +0000

I got bored so I decided to do something with Shortypop stickers I had. AOOOWWW.

Pacing. Thumb twiddling.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 12:48:00 +0000

Something about summer makes me feel absolutely useless as much as I hate pulling 15-16 hour days trying to work and go to school I hate having nothing to do. When I don't have something to occupy every waking moment I get antsy and I feel aimless. So I've decided to take up some sort of insanely time consuming task to keep me occupied atleast for a bit.

I have had a list of classic books that are must reads for years now and I have been crossing books off of that list at a snail's pace. I could put that in over drive.

Or I could read the complete works of shakespeare.

Or purchase a new camera and take up learning how to use that well.

Or (my personal favorite) I could take up horse back riding lessons.

I don't know. Help me out guys.
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ok for real now, bye

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:24:00 +0000

Somewhere between November and now I have completely lost my back bone. I can't tell you what the fuck is wrong with me like I don't where the fuck my head is at. This morning I got an email responding to my blog post and I just looked at it and took the L. Like in all honesty I cannot pretend to care about that situation anymore. It was months ago, I didn't really care then and certainly don't care now. I've been trying to sugar coat shit for months for the sake of others because I didn't want to seem heartless but I assure I sleep well every night. It doesn't really weigh on my conscience and I only have fleeting thoughts of you.

edit: I was really angry when I wrote this. We talked, I'm pretty sorry.
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Chipped.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 04:49:00 +0000

In the 20 years of living I've done I can confidently look back and say I have never had my heart broken. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing but it has definitely been on my mind on and off since Saturday. I've never fully let anyone so far past all of the gates that protect my heart and my feelings where I feel completely vulnerable when I could be hurt. I was ready though, but it's hard to love that way when you have been loving with training wheels your whole life. I don't know why it was that he left and decided that I wasn't for him. I don't know if it was me or if it was him, or a combination of the two but at the risk like sounding like rehashed rap lyrics I was ready to give him all of the keys. My mind was elsewhere, not prepared but it was willing. My heart was ready but I didn't know how to love how he wanted to be loved. I would open up and tell him how I felt then I would back peddle to protect it. He didn't break my heart but he definitely chipped it. I wish I could have gotten it together.

Pretty Woman

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Fri, 29 May 2009 17:14:00 +0000

Friend: So how was it?
Me: It was good, to the point.
Friend: What?
Me: We didn't kiss.
Friend: Why? Is that like a no-string rule because kissing makes you attached?
Me: No, the sex makes you attached *****. It's because I have open wounds, I wish we could have. Kissing is important. I can't wait until I heal. Time for antibiotics!
Friend: Oh that means you were sober too, dry wack dick. You said it was good?
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The Sneakerheads.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Fri, 15 May 2009 02:29:00 +0000

I was shot for this photoseries a few months ago. The site is finally up.

www.thesneakerheads.com

Chris Brown with Panties on His Head

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Sat, 09 May 2009 17:43:00 +0000

This picture is part of the rihanna nude picture set.

Rihanna Too?

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Fri, 08 May 2009 21:06:00 +0000

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Cassie Nudes Update

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Fri, 08 May 2009 02:53:00 +0000

And we got beef.
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Cassie Nude- well titties, breasts, fun bags...

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Thu, 07 May 2009 12:40:00 +0000

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Hipster Grifter.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Sat, 02 May 2009 16:16:00 +0000

I usually keep up with the news via Viigo but since my blackberry is a piece of shit right now I kind of just mosey about the internet so I seem to have missed all the Hipster Grifter news.

Cliff Notes:
- girl is a sociopath who makes up elaborate lies to seem interesting and is very sexually forward to get friends, then rip them off.
- she's wanted in Utah for $60,000 in bad checks and fraud.
-she's currently residing in Brooklyn and now the Utah police have a extradition order ( basically she can be arrested here and taken back to Utah to face a judge).

I find it so hilarious that this little sack of shit gets people to like fall for her and give her money. This little sack of shit reminds me of some other little sack of shit that injected herself into my life. And yes thats the hipster sack of shit above, how she got so many dudes to fund her life since she was 17. Wish I knew.

Follow News on Kari Ferrell here.

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noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Sat, 02 May 2009 16:01:00 +0000

Deleted my Facebook and Myspace. :) As of next week you can only reach me via tex, phone, two emails, and twitter. Taking back normalcy.

Vacuum

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 12:28:00 +0000

I genuinely miss getting phonecalls. Seinfeld had me nostalgic about the days you had to actually be home to be reached. You can reach me at my blackberry at five different email addresses, twitter, aim, facebook, bbm, text, and by phone. Everytime I add something else to my phone the less and less I hear my ringtone. I spend my time clearing my message lists and getting rid of those annoying smiley faces on why screen more than I spend actually finding out how the people I care about are. Filling my time with more and more people and spend less and less time with any of them.

Last night I was having a conversation with someone about the internet. It didn't really start out that way, we began talking about relationships of all kinds (friendships, family, etc...) Which lead us to the internet and how its changed those relationships. The internet is something I don't like to discuss publicly with people because as much as you put yourself out there on here that's pretty much a solo experience. Its you and a browser no matter how many people you contact on here.

There are so many sites like Twitter and Facebook that let you keep up with your "friends" to the minute. You know what they ate, that they were late for the bus, that it's complicated but based off that what do you really know? Absolutely nothing of value. There's no interpersonal connection. No one knows for sure if anyone is listening and 9 times out 10 the people who are, are those who care the least about you. Clocking you and coming up with their own ideas about why you are the way you are. There is absolutely nothing of value on the internet just fancy ways to pretend you're keeping up with a friendship when really what you're doing is sitting at home keeping up with Kardashians. I sit at my computer and I check my blogroll, twitter, facebook, myspace, niketalk, ntkl, all of my emails. At the end of the day I have contributed my time and effort and I have gotten back nothing and accomplished nothing.

Now I won't sit here and pretend like the internet doesn't have its merits because it does and I won't get into them because you know them all but as far as something that contributes to the human condition I don't see any of its merits. I want to fall back from 99 percent of it but I know I won't.

Peace the fuck out.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 18:30:00 +0000

For the past week or so I have neglected this thing because in all honesty I have way too many things on my mind and too many things to do to even sit here and type what's on my mind right now. Half that shit is so depressing anyway I don't feel like sharing. Day after day people are trying my patience wanting a piece of me, to be a part of my life and I don't like t disappoint people. I hate having people hate me or be upset with me. At the end of the day I'm a people pleaser, I hate conflict, I hate yelling. I like when things are mellow and cool. That part of my personality works great with friends but with ex-boyfriends not so much. Pardon my french from now on... But these motherfuckers got me sick and fucking tired. Grow some and figure out why it is that I don't want to be around you and why we broke up. What do you bring to the table? A mouth to feed doesn't count. I don't give a fuck anymore if you don't like me and you hate my fucking guts. Maybe thats better so you don't walk around with this false idea that you're worth my fucking time.

I'm gonna go listen to that new Kid Cudi, you might wanna listen to some Mariah Carey.

I have a problem.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 02:42:00 +0000

I love to shop at Duane Reade, its my favorite store. I'm not going to sit here and pretend my favorite store is Chanel or Louis its the drugstore down the block from everything. I could spend an hour looking though the new makeup stuff, the nail polish, shampoos.... it goes on and on. I don't quite get why I love it so much. There's one across the street from work and when the bosses are gone and I got time to kill; I'll go there for half an hour to peruse through like ONE AISLE. I always have my savings card too, I've racked up like $20 back in about two months. It's sad. Last haul I came with like $70 worth of Essie Neon nailpolish (pink and yellow =]), Maybelline Dream Liquid Foundation, some free maybelline lipgloss, face wash, scrub, and I don't know what else.

You're too nice.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 03:12:00 +0000

I came home Saturday to find a black box on my desk from my ex. Possibly one one the sweetest people I've ever met. Thank you for everything. I'm reading the book, but you have to let go.

recents.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:17:00 +0000

Restating the Obvious

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 05:45:00 +0000

Tonight was my home girl Flor's probate. For those that are unfamiliar with what a probate is its basically Greekspeak for when a sorority or fraternity pledge crosses over and officially becomes a sister or brother. Now I don't particularly care for Greeklife, to be completely honest I think it is the stupidest part of the traditional college experience. Instead of finding out who you are in college what these people end up doing is using these Greek organizations as a crutch for having a social life, like wanting to relive high school cliques again. No thanks. I thought one of the main points of the college experience is to find out who you are as an individual but maybe I got it all wrong. With that said Flor's little speech was very nice and articulate, I expected nothing less of my Flor and I was there to be supportive. She was whisked away and I waited like an hour and a half in the middle of some park on the Upper West Side to see a some Fraternity's probate and I swear it was the biggest congregation of minorities. Literally like 100 people screaming at the top of their lungs chanting and making bird calls. Clearly I missed when they handed out the Kool-Aid because I wanted OUT. OH, and the girls. Hollywood had me BAMBOOZLED, these chicks were SUPER wack. The dudes? I wouldn't even entertain the idea of a date. I'm glad I've been independent from the whole college scene and made friends of my choosing . I feel I'm more prepared for the real world by not pretending that these little Greek organizations are going to help me in the long run. I'll post some pictures up tomorrow but right now I am EXHAUSTED. I have to go to bed because I have a viewing for a place and work tommorrow in the AM. But first a snack :)

Ch ch ch changes...

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 02:40:00 +0000

So I broke the news to my mom that I'm moving. I don't think she believes me, but I'm doing it. My dad is giving me the money for first and last months rent plus deposit tomorrow for a place around $800 a month. I'm going to go view a place in Astoria, Queens. I've been a city girl my whole life and maybe it's too fast for me, I could use a homey place with good people. So wish me luck you guys.

I dyed my hair today too, it was looking super raggedy and dull. I went for a chocolate brown, the roots look a little on the orange side but I have to see it in the sun to see how it really looks. Above is the best pic I could get on the Macbook.

I just purged my desk, my closet is next because now is a good a time as any to get rid of all this junk that has been piling up. I just don't feel like moving it. I don't wear half of it anyways. Whatever is new-ish looking is going to Beacon's Closet.

Tomorrow I MUST go to the gym, I saw my thighs when I got out of the tanning booth last night and holy cow its disgusting. It looks like Jello with pineapple chunks.

Plan B.

noreply@blogger.com (EAT) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 03:29:00 +0000

Originally I had planned to post some polaroids of me taken with a Cheki camera by photographer Chandler Easley for my first post. The photographs were in the style of Japanese cult photographer Yasumasa Yonehara (Yone). Yone shoots his models in provocative yet playful poses that marry eroticism and cuteness. The only light source comes from the flash of the camera making the pictures very raw and authentic, rebellious even to the conventions of photography. It's sexy in such a casual and fresh way and those photographs had to be my favorite pictures of myself to date. I felt that those pictures captured me in the purest form, so they were a logical spring board for this blog. Unfortunately, my mother destroyed those pictures. So my favorite photographs, the ones I felt captured the very essence of who I think I am are lost forever at the hands of my mother. So I guess this blog starts with a different tone, a more somber one. I don't feel I know exactly who I am or who I want to be, but one thing I know for sure is that my mother has no idea who I am and doesn't care to ever find out. With that said, I am moving out.