Cabin Fever.

I love the holidays and my family gatherings, but I am beginning to feel housebound. Heck, my job yesterday was at home! :D

Sadly, the welding job hasn't gotten back to me and the clock is ticking down in my Calgary stay. :( I'm going to send off another e-mail tonight and if I can't lock it down in the next three days, I guess another welder is going to have to ignite my professional passion!

(Wow, even my jokes are getting lame.)

IN OTHER JOBS:

A few days ago, another Calgary artist wrote to me asking, "how long you here, I might get you to model." Oddly enough, he didn't give his name in his e-mail (nor was it in the sender field), but this photo was attached:

(Face blurred to protect Cowboy's identity. Nipples not blurred for maximum satisfaction.)

After I wrote back that I don't shoot nudes work at a nail salon, he stopped communicating. Go figure!

All bleach and cartoon tatas,


Aimee