So after what seemed live forever, I've finally made it into Round Two of the Smooth Girl 2004 Competion! The winner gets her own 6 pg layout in Smooth Magazine, and well, that's always helpful. To vote go here:

Because of some controversy in the last round with voting you can only vote once per email address I believe every couple of days so check back and vote again if you can!!

If you fellow bloggers could make a link to this page or the contest that would help out a lot! You can use that big banner or this smaller one.
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Alright, here are a few pics from the second shoot: http://www.atamodels.net/amberf.htm. Let me know what you think of them in a comment or on the tagboard or something!

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I've been cruising around to various message boards, and my pics are really going everywhere! Shouts go out to DimesOnly, The Elite Malitia Boards, BGOL, PeoplesBoard, and SOHH for supporting me. That's really suprising to me but actually kinda cool since I'll be launching my personal site:

http://www.trulyafox.com

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Well... I've got some good news and some bad news...

The bad news is some lousy cunt hit my car! Ok, so maybe my car's not a looker, but its my car.  I discovered it when I went to open my passenger door and it wouldn't open all the way. So I'm like 'Oookkk'. I look at the fender, and it's been bent in. I think it happened at my new apartment. I've been there 3 days and some genius decides to hit me. NOT KOSHER. All I can say is, don't let me find out who it was.

The good news is that I had another shoot and the pics are in the new banner and side section. We took over 1300 this time so I had a lot to sort through. I'll probably put some here in a later post.

Everything else in the world of Foxy is good. My sister came up from ATL to visit and I was supposed to be going back down with her to finally get some time off this summer but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. Damn economy. Fuck George Bush. Vote.

That is all.

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The hubby came along to the shoot with me, so here are some behind the scenes shots of him helping me get oiled up and a few sneak peaks of one of the photographers.




 

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I spent most of yesterday doing a little photshoot for www.eyecandymodeling.com so I decided to post a few pics for you all. There were about 600 total but of course, I ain't putting all that here. I might be doing some promotional work for them and doing another shoot soon for a calendar. Let me know what you think!

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So I'm brushin my hair like usual today and decided to part it a little differently. That's when *it* appeared. What's *it* you ask? *It* is a long ass, shiny, clearly defined, GRAY HAIR!  I mean, my hair dresser has been telling me for years that she sees them, but I have so much hair, I never actually found one. Now I find this long ass one that's clearly been growing for some time and you k now what that means: THERE'S MORE!

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"These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren."

                Proverbs 6:16-19

 

Now I know you’re thinking, “Whoa, since when does Fox get all biblical on us?” But bear with me, I only want to focus on what’s in bold. Yes, me and the big guy both share a keen disdain for people who lie, equivocate, fib, palter, prevaricate, or otherwise evade, depart from, or disfigure the truth. This has been on my mind here recently as my cable has been out (and that’s been quite some time if you keep up with the blog) I’ve been watching a hell of a lot of movies. All genres, all languages, everything. The one thing that’s been bugging me is that in a lot of them, and every one of the ones based on a true story, has the main character(s) gets fucked up over someone’s (or multiple jerkoff’s) betrayal. It actually disgusts me to watch this part of movies if I know what is about to happen. (By virture of figuring it out or by being perceptive) I cannot even stand to watch these scenes. I do like you do on scary movies and pull the covers over my head. That might be a bit extreme to some of you, but I pride myself on being a faithful and loyal friend and family member. True enough, sometimes people deserve what they get, but I’d much rather prefer they fuck themselves over, and leave me out of it. And this is what leads to today’s blog: A guide to all types of fucking liars and backstabbing cunts of the world.

 

As a general rule, the closer you get to someone, the more betrayed you will feel if they do something wrong to you. This why true betrayal is usually at the hand of someone we love; a family member, friend, or a significant other. But aren’t these the same people who should never think of doing anything to harm you? Why yes, they are, and that’s the great irony here.

 

Fox’s Guides to Evil, Malicious, Hateful, Heinous, and Vile Backstabbers

 

The Third Party Bitch: Now some betrayal does come from third parties only trying to ruin your relationships with your loved ones, but those are one’s that something can be done about; namely, some form of revenge. I’m not a vengeful person however, so these too can sometimes burn a great deal. This hell spawn usually seems rather harmless on the outside, but is the reincarnation of Lucifer himself on the inside. They make alliances with your loved ones to turn them against you and/or lead them astray to make themselves happy and you miserable. These type of people are usually identified by a gut feeling and my suggestion is that you always go with it. If is looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it might be a platypus so always be on the look out.

 

Parental Do-Gooding: This is the type of betrayal that usually is ‘for your own good.’ I’ve never liked that term. Why is it that everything that’s for ‘your own good’ is so fucking bad? The kind of bad that gets you sent to jail/heartbroken/suicidial/homicidal. It seems as though whatever is best for us, when judged by someone else, always has some great consequences that I don’t know how anyone could like and therefore could not be good for them.

 

Co-Worker Roundabout: Wonder why you got passed over for the big promotion you’ve been rambling on to Suzie for months about? It’s probably because Suzie sucked Mr. Big Boss’ dick and swallowed her promotion. That’s right, while you were throwing back shots in the bar after work telling her about all the hard work you’ve been doing to get on the boss’ good side, Suzie’s been wearing tighter tops and shorter skirts and Oops, falling right in front of the bossman to trip, fall, and land on his dick, and a bigger salary. This type of sneaky underhandedness would get Suzie killed if you worked at Post Office No. 3, but because you work for Big Giant Blood Sucking Corporation No. 2938023837, all you can do is talk about her behind her back and hope Big Boss gets fired and so does she or stoop to her level and change your attire and morals.

 

Family Shuffle: Some people have great big happy families, that have reunions at parks once a year and that pat everyone on the back and send nice fat envelopes full of cash and advice whenever someone has a big accomplishment. Then there are those of us who have a bunch of people that you wouldn’t want to be around if you had a choice and that you only speak to when forced to by another family member. Lying is the number one reason that parents lose trust with their children and vice versa. This type of betrayal comes in the form of gossip. There is so much backstabbing and double-crossing, it's hard to tell up from down. To your Aunt Ella, you are the trashiest whore this side of the Mississippi, your cousin Nicole is a saint, your uncle is a whore, your brother Ned is a crackhead in denial, Ed is in the closet, and grandmother used to be a whore too. You might never hear the evil things your family is saying about you because it is also customary to keep this type of talk very hush-hush, but if you do, you will undoubtedly be angry; angry at what was said, and angry that there probably isn’t much you can do about it. It would only cause more drama and more rumors to say or do anything.

 

Best Friend Schemes: These often hurt the worst. You choose your friends. You don’t have to have these people around, but for some reason or another, you decide that you do. This betrayal often involves the other personification of the abysmal toadiness of the ultimate backstabbing sycophant, the Significant Other. While it’s not necessary that this be a tag team event, for some strange reason, the people you choose to put in your life gravitate towards each other probably for the same reason you chose them as friends and load up on a double dose of trickery. The possibilities are limitless as to what a Best Friend or a Significant Other can do to you as these two people probably know the most about you and therefore know exactly how to hurt you.

 

Significant Other Fuckery: As stated above, this person is the ultimate backstabbing sycophant. This person has the possibility to be devoted to you, and you to them, for the rest of your lives. That gives them enormous power. If children are added to the equation, their power to break you down into infinitesimally small pieces increases exponentially.

 

To all these people I say: Bad karma is a bitch to carry around. While you are watching dirty movies, cursing people out, partying, stealing, lying, spreading hypocrisy, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, backstabbing people, and disrespecting everyone you come across, your karma has been out there collecting up back luck and bad circumstances for you like Kobe picks up white women and it’s only a matter of time before you’re confronted with it.

 

The worse lies are the ones people tell to themselves and when you lie to someone, you are really lying to yourself. Lies are like dominos - one lie can knock out whole relationships, destroy entire aspects of your life or even limit your future in unforeseeable ways. And they always have a way of getting out and coming back to haunt you. The moral of this story is that if you cross Fox, you might end up missing a tongue and a nad or two so it’s really a bad idea to even think about it.

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I need to vent. I need to figure out why things are. Like, for instance, these things:

1) Why can't my contacts stay lubricated for more than 30 minutes at a time? I mean, I understand when they get all foggy cuz I've gone over my two week limit or I've sleep in them for the umpteenth time this week but what the fuck is up with them drying out continuously after they been soakin at least over night in a pool of liquid?

2) What's with people who can't drive? I mean, can you really give me one good reason why you'd be going 100+ in a Civic? And what is the real benefit here? All you're going to do is gain 3 seconds of work/class time. Perfect sense. Really. Who doesn't want an extra 3 seconds to piss someone off at the office? Gosh, not me. Never!

3) I hate you eBay. You used to be hot back when you were young and sexy. All virgin and unexplored. Now you've been raped an exploited by every jerk off hillbilly with a modem trying to sell you Pamela Anderson's underwear with 'real stains' for $29820. You whore.

4) Why is it that whenever you are looking for something, you soon discover there are 300 kabillion different types of that thing. For example, when I wanted a new cell phone, soon I discovered that there is absolutely every option you can every think of in countless combinations on each phone. Same thing when I went apartment searching and now furniture hunting. I beginning to realize why I hate probability and statistics more than a little bit. Now who wants to tell me how many choices I have total if there are 298340 different types of couches, 2344 different kinds of fabrics, 492 different styles, and 9872334894984 different prices? 

5) Can someone explain women to me? Fuck men. I understand I'm not a man so it is not meant for me to completely understand them, but what the flying fuck is up with women? You're happy, you're sad, you're a hoe, you're a reformed virgin, you're a catholic, you're a buddist, you're hot, you're cold -- YOU'RE A FUCKIN NUTCASE!!

6) Oh and by the way, damn you Manolo Blahnik. You and your perfectly comfortable and fabulously stylish shoes. They're so fucking exquisite - they fit right, they look right, and it's practically orgasmic. There's only one problem. Each shoe (no, not the pair - just A shoe) costs more than my monthly food budget. Unfortunately, that's a problem. Do I eat, or wear a pair of kick-ass pumps? Honestly, that's a hard call.

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