I witnessed two of the loudest girls on a train recently, and their topics of conversation were the oddest, and most disconcerting things I had heard in a long time. I could deal with most of the high pitched nonsense coming from their direction, but as soon as it got to; "you really need to pluck your mole hair Anne," which was promptly followed by "moley, moley, moley, moley!!!" I did everything I could to tune them out.
I then found out that a major part of my life has been a lie, as two people in the one day told me that my eyes are a greenish colour, when I have lived 21 years in the firm belief that they are blue. Now I don't know if they're wrong, I'm colour blind, or if I'm just crazy for spending so much time thinking about it.
I got my phone back today! I am so excited and relieved, which is quite odd, because I've been quite fine without all its bells and whistles, but I was just so over the little brick that I was being forced to use instead. I ashamedly admit that I am a slave to habit, and therefore, technology. As long as I have it back though, I don't really care! After I had picked up my phone, I was sitting in the car switching my sim over, and a trolley guy tried to push a trolley between my bumper, and the bumper of the car parked in front of me. It obviously didn't fit, and made contact with both cars, but he just kept trying to ram it through, until he looked up and saw my horrified face through the windshield. As soon as he realised that I was in the car, he literally ran for his life, the trolley swinging haphazardly behind him. I shudder to think what other poor cars he may have injured during his hasty retreat.
I thought that receiving the back-handed compliment of my face being "interesting and unique," was as odd as things would get regarding my career for a while. I was very wrong. Today I received an offer from a photographer to do a shoot for which I would be paid. He described his style as "different to everyone else's, in a way you might like." He then linked me through to his page so that I could see some of his work. The notice at the top explained that all models in the first section were unpaid, but that all models in the second section received a fee for their services. The first few shots were quite beautiful, but then the page said that section 2 was for 18+ viewers only. They were all nudes. I was offered a nude photo shoot. Posing naked for money. I find this the most ironic job offer ever, as this photographer has obviously completely misjudged me, and again, all based on my headshot. I could have the body of a troll, and he wouldn't know until it was too late! Despite being offered $50 for my "services," you will be shocked to learn that I declined the job. I must be crazy.
Little Duck, out
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