Isn't that neat that Katie Holmes is having an immaculate scientology conception? Holmes is soooo the new Mary, don't you think?
Sooo my site has been getting a lot of hits from, if ya haven't seen it yet,
Click here to see my page in Time Out NY.
But now I've got some performance anxiety. You people are all looking at me! Ok Heather, don't lose your cool . . . you like the attention . . . remember? This is so much better than Pennoyer vs Neff! (weak ass law school joke)
For those of you with curiosity about what I do, might I redirect you here:
About my job,
And here's where I talk about being a writer,
and this is from this one time I threatened my hard drive.
Anyone else got any posts you really liked? Perhaps I'll make a list.
Ah I can feel the buzz, a soft excitement of the day, vibrating through the atmosphere like a fever pitch (I don't know what fever pitch means but yeah that sounds right- please exclude any Jimmy Fallon associations). They are shooting today on a very lovely set in our 6th floor studio. Damn that fake living room looks stylish . . . and I'm really excited for the make-up artist we are using today. He's one of them there pro's with the fancy skillz. I think I want to watch the prep but there's no way in hell my eye balls are ready to see any action. Lord knows what viewing the occasional wrong email has done to me. Chicken salad sandwiches and photos of saggy balls are a surprisingly ill-paired match.
Speaking of Jimmy Fallon, Mo Pitkins is a cool place. Went there the other night right after the mascara incident to meet with my cousin and a lovely group (photo to be updated soon).
And remember how I said I made my knuckles bleed in kickboxing? Well now I know why. I was punching wrong. I sure gave my little pinky a hell of a time. Now I think my wrist is my next victim. Nonetheless, I still think kickboxing is cool! It just takes me to those special movie places, Fight Club, Rocky, MD Baby, the Predator! One day I hope to battle my alien equivalent in strength while covered in mud. I think I am honestly obsessed with Schwarzenegger's old Sci Fi flicks. That and the comic books Preacher and Ex Machina. Not to fear though, my gender identity is not entirely in shambles. I love lip gloss and high heels as well. Just not Win a Date with Tad Hamilton or Sweet Home Alabama.
P.S.- I'd like to mention, we are hiring a few assistants, if you're qualified as a photo or pr assistant, please email press@lucasentertainment.com. And also, though we recently hired a few new interns, I could always use more. Thanks ;)
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hello redesign!
Heather, don't you get sick of seeing guys pps everyday? On the other hand it could have a weird side effect...you'll get a guy home, unzip and start comparing to the "professionals." Telling a man that gay guys at work have better looking c8cks would probably be pretty damn detrimental to his character. This is definately blog-worthy, do elaborate.
I remember you from the S.A. elections, I think. Anyway, just wanted to say hello to a fellow '03 G-dub grad. I never thought I'd miss that place as much as I currently do.
Ha, the SA election! I remember this:
http://www.gwhatchet.com/media/paper332/news/2000/02/28/News/Sa.Candidates.Are.Removed.From.Ballot-17600.shtml?norewrite&sourcedomain=www.gwhatchet.com
Hello Raj, I haven't been back in a while, but hope to visit soon.
And to answer the "question for the lady", that's an interesting one. It's actually made me like a man's junk a lot more just in general. Seeing it in such a favorable light all the time, kind of like how men see images of women with perfect boobs and bodies everywhere just makes them think about sex more. Think about it- does the appeal and excitement of a real not-airbrushed girl in natural lighting and moderate makeup decrease when you are plasted with images from Maxim or MTV or Victoria's Secret? I don't think so. Images are images and experiences are experiences- complete with touch and smell and taste, and emotion. I've never really shined a light on a man's crotch when approaching it- so it's safe to say that before this job I never really got a good solid eyeful of the whole area- at least not to this extent.
A flawless specimen of hot man candies dangling from a gay men who has zero desire for me is nothing compared to the real thing, especially when it's attached to someone who means something to me.
By all means, I like em more now than ever before. When I see a guy's prize, the last thing I am telling him is about some hot gay guy I saw at work. Believe me, that is not what is coming out of my mouth at that time.
PS- to see that article you can login with my old email leather@gwu.edu
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