I Love You Madonna.

Betsy took this.

98 Degrees and Rising.

Photo courtesy of K. Kirschbaum.

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.

I am pulling out the guns tomorrow. I have my ammunition and I am ready to go. Number one here I come.

Obagi.

This morning before I left the house I put sunscreen on. SPF 35. I made sure I covered my entire face and the back of my neck. Tomorrow I am going to start putting it on the backs of my hands. Great skin is like great teeth. It's a necessity. So from this day on, I am going to put on sunscreen. Making sure to brush my teeth will now also be making sure I rub that shit on my face.

Quito, Ecuador.

Where's Oswaldo?

Pretty Woman.

Memoirs of Maleah
by
F.Domingo

Up above the world so high.

I am so sleepy, yet I can't fall asleep. Tossing around in my sheets, it is my mind that is restless. Every night I find myself endlessly thinking and thinking about nothing and everything. And with the lights gone and my eyes shut, my trapped thoughts bounce back and forth inside my head. It seems like forever has passed as they fight against my tiring body to keep my attention. Then finally, exhausted, they slowly die as I drift off into a few hours of peace.

W.W.A.W.

The Secret Life of Dree

by

F.Domingo

Wigger.

Someone posted the bottom picture on Facebook with the caption describing this as a "typical pose" of mine. However, I would have chosen the pose in the top picture as a little more typical of me. Maybe it's both. Or neither, actually.

Stefan Urkelle.

I need to start studying so bad. It's the third day of school and we haven't even begun any hard shit yet, but I need to get on it. We are supposed to read like the first four chapters of our immunology book. It is dreadful. Before school started I couldn't wait to start doing school shit and being focused and all that nonsense. But as school has slowly creeped its way back into my schedule, I am having trouble letting it take over as it usually does. I love studying, don't get me wrong. I just do not love getting myself to study. Once I start, I can do it. But getting started. Just that little nudge of motivation that just pushes you over the edge. Now that's the real trick. Not too worried about it though. I'm the smartest kid in the class.

Britney.

Ready for school.

Orientation Week.

Someone took this picture of me at Phoenix Hill Tavern which is undoubtedly one of the funnest places I have gone out in Louisville. It's like you are at spring break.

Completed Term.

Since I was 19 I have been riding presidential in a black Big Body Benz. Two days ago, my black tank would not start. So, I left it alone and two days later it started. I took it to the shop today at 7 in the freakin' morning but it still wont be ready until next week. I can't not have a car because school starts on Monday. A final decision was made. My mom has been pestering me about trading my car in so she can get a new one. Then I am supposed to have the one she drives right now which, by the way, is red, my sister has a white one, and my little cousin has a gray one.

Peeping Tom.

This is my second favorite photograph I have ever taken. Walking through the markets of Ollaytantambo, Peru, I saw this little boy peeking around a door.

Girl, Interrupted.

Are You There God? It's Me, Maleah
by
F.Domingo

Rumors.

The Virgin Suicides

by

F.Domingo

Surplus King.

I love abundance. I call myself a giver yet I love getting. I love having more than enough. I feel like I'm hardly ever satisfied and always need more. I want so much and need very little. I can't stop myself from buying, spending, wasting. I need to fix this.

White Owl.

Maleah and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
by
F.Domingo

Long Hair, Don't Care.

The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe: Chronicles of Market Street
by
F.Domingo

Bitch live like Versace did.

This is my best friend and roommate. I think we have such great teeth. We took this picture earlier today.

Oral Satisfaction.

I am so full right now. I just ate some really fucking good Chinese leftovers. Sweet and sour chicken. Usually I'll get sweet and sour pork, but I thought it would be nice to spice it up a little. I love to eat. I love stuffing my mouth with food, then chewing the food and swallowing it, and feeling satisfied. I love using my mouth. I think that's why I like to smoke. I love blowing the smoke out. I also like to talk. A lot. I'm a talker. Like it is definitely out of control. Word vomit, word throw up, word puke. I simply love saying shit or talking shit, whatever the shit. Most of the time I'm just full of shit. I once heard that oral fixation may be psychologically related to either staying on the bottle for too long, or getting off the bottle too early. I wonder which one happened to me.

I need a boyfriend.

I enjoy my alone time. Although from time to time I can be overwhelmed with feelings of loneliness, when it comes down to it, over and over, I find myself preferring to be alone. I have many friends who enjoy doing many things, and I'm just not down. I'd rather sit on my comfy red couch, watching OnDemand and other shit I have recorded on my DVR, admiring my pretty wonderful apartment, thinking about going out and doing things, and just chillaxing. Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out, but I'd rather not spend money doing bullshit things like getting drunk and eating, and instead just enjoy being me with me. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I can't stand it and need to get up and do something or go somewhere. But everytime I do it or get there, the only thing I can think about is how much longer until I am home.

Peruvian Chica.

This is my favorite photograph I have ever taken. I went to Peru this summer and made a stop through the Incan archeological site, Ollantaytambo. I took this photo as I was walking from our hostel into town. This little girl ran past me down an alley and I snapped her picture just as she turned around to look back at me.

Ciao.

I think an Italian would be nice. Preferably from Jersey. With a huge...
Italian family.

Ramble. Bamble. Bambi.

I think a lot and feel like I have a lot to say. However, when I actually engage in conversation, I just can't ever find the right words to really say what I need to say. So instead I ramble. I'm also horrible at story-telling. My stories seem to go on and on, taking forever to get to the point or the punch line. By the time I get done, it has taken me so long to finish that whoever was listening doesn't even remember whatever the hell it was I was talking about anyways. Then I wish I had not have said anything at all.

School starts on August 17.