Wishing you a wonderful Spooky Hell'oweenie

Since i'm tied up with work deadlines and writing deadlines and an assortment of fun activities for the next several days, i wanted to wish y'all a fabulous weekend. Here's something for the boys, something for the girls, and something for the freaks. Showing the love my sweets. :D

xxxx

Kota

My halloween costume this year :D

I've decided... i want to be Red Sonja and kick ass.

Addendum for Moogi: 2009 baby, let's color it Red.

New erotic short story

I have a new short story up at my writer's blog if anyone is bored and wants to read it. ~wink~ It's explicit and focused on a sexual encounter so even you guys might enjoy it. :P

Here: http://lakotaphillips.blogspot.com/2008/10/erotica-short-exploring-first-person.html

I'm also going to be working with Gaddy on another porn... I mean erotica co-written piece.

Big hugs and kisses to all my friends who have been coming back by. Damn. I lurv you guys. ~sniffling~

A little humorous truth

Being a Woman is HARD Work!

Lakota getting ready for a formal party last Friday:
1. shower, shave legs, shampoo, conditioning
2. pre-gel wet hair
3. pull out all formal dresses and matching shoes and try them all on then dig into the back of the closet to see if you missed anything really cool because you remember buying a black beaded fringe top that might be better than anything thrown across the bed
4. pick final four choices and try them all on again to make sure with the shoes
5. pick out lingerie that matches the cut of the dress and thigh highs... silk or lace? silk...no lace... no silk...
6. try on final choice one more time to make sure and then set it to the side
7. lotion body
8. paint fingernails and toenails in color that offsets the black outfit just right - not too pink, not slut red for a formal event
9. wait for it to dry and check emails, trying not to smudge the polish
10. dig thru five tons of makeup to find the right shades of lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush, foundation and mascara to match the outfit.
11. apply makeup
12. blowdry and style hair using ozone destroying amounts of spray to hold it in place
13. put on the lingerie
14. pull on the stockings
15. rip the stockings
16. find a new pair and put those on
17. look at the clock and realize you're running behind but that's okay because you can NOT show up early
18. carefully pull on the formal skirt and beaded top and slip on the black heels
19. check it out in the mirror and realize it's what you wore two parties ago
20. panick and pull clothes off and grab the nearest ballgown and put it on
21. check it out in the mirror...ohhh - that looks pretty damn good, turning around and peering at ass in mirror to make sure it doesn't look bigger than it should
22. grab clutch purse and throw in lipstick, keys, power, drivers license and cash
23. almost twist ankle racing to the door (who invented heels by the way?)
24. hop into the car and drive ten miles over the speed limit hoping there aren't any police waiting to grab you because now you're going to be unfashionably late.
25. stroll into the party look calm and not like you just expended ridiculous amounts of energy and effort
:D

I'm here... really

I've spared you all the moodiness of my recent sucky attitude - you may thank me by ALL returning, giving me hugz and kisses and letting me feel the lurv. :D
No really, I've been a for shit blogger and I'm sorry... line for spanking me forms right over there, stage left... or is that stage right?

Gonna do better and make sure i hop around again on a regular basis. Even if i have nothing of substance to post here, i can at least make a nuisance of myself at your places. Oh wait - i never had anything of substance posted here... what was i worried about?

I have been going out and hanging with friends more which is good. Went to a gala last weekend all dressed in formal wear and that ended up being fun. Tonight I'm going to listen to some local bands at a special "invite only" event (whatever THAT means - are they trying to keep the riff-raff out? If so, how did i get an invite? :P)

Working on art and writing when i'm not working, which is a good thing. I'm toying with taking my visual art in a new direction. That is actually a lot scarier than you can imagine. Once you develop a certain "artist identity" changing directions can be disasterous.
Anyway - here's a pretty visual for Mikey (no this is NOT my boob but you can pretend it is if you want) just a gorgeous photo i found that made me think of him. :D

Oh and something yum for the ladies too.

creatively disconnected

Apologies for being so quiet the past several days. I've been feeling out of sorts, uninspired and creatively dead. I couldn't even come up with entertaining conversation. That is so not like me.

A friend told me it's probably the psychological/emotional drop from being so insanely busy. He's probably right.

It may also be due to realizing that after busting ass for several months, I have nothing to really show for it. The cost of everything shot up so high, and several of my photography clients have come to me saying their "cash flow" sucks, so now my bank account is more strapped than before I went thru the madness. The last one that called me on monday to complain about "cash flow" got this response: "Yes, I know exactly what you mean because your cash flow problem is giving me a cash flow problem." Asshat. I left that last part off. I would like to get paid someday. ~sigh~

i did do a pretty cool drawing... it was more an exercise than anything truly creative though.

Showing my Ass... no really... SHOWING MY ASS!

Last night I had another photoshoot - a three hour event in a location with two floors, packed with hundreds and hundreds (and freaking hundreds) of people. It's always a grueling shoot, trying to get the necessary photos for the client in a finite amount of time... and it's always HOT - racing around with my photo-assistant scrambling behind me. To help with the heat factor I decided to dress in a gauzy floor-length gypsy skirt and camisole to help keep me cool.

Toward the end of the evening I let my assistant go since I was nearly done and the poor darling was exhausted from chasing me all over the place. I got on the escalator to ride it down to the first floor to catch a few more photos of the bands down there and... the back of my skirt got sucked into the escalator step. It yanked the back of my skirt down past my ass, baring my butt to everyone. Why oh why did i wear a thong last night instead of good girl panties? >_<

I ripped the skirt free and hauled the elastic waist back up over my ass, juggling my camera and camera bag and yelling very unlady-like words. Something akin to M**ther-F**king-Sh*t-Son of a B*tch! Yeah... those were the words as I recall. Nicely professional.

The lady on the escalator behind me was laughing and said "If I'd had my cellphone camera out I could have made a fortune with that shot!"

Bitch.

Ruined a perfectly good skirt too. ~sulking~

Note to self: do not wear long skirts on photoshoots.

And burn my thongs.