Kovixen

Ok, I'm going to be totally honest with you. I've been keeping a secret for a while now, one that none of you know, except Peter. You all think that I quit my job and have been sitting at home eating bon bons while watching tennis or movies or Average Joe. Fortunately for me, that is not the case. What I've really been doing is modeling. Don't ask me how this happened, but I was lucky enough to be discovered while walking to Anna Taqueria in Davis Square. This guy came up to me and asked me who I worked for. You know me, I hate strangers, especially men, so I kept walking. He pursued though, and kept asking me. I told him he was insane and to leave me alone. He insisted on giving me his card though. When I got home, I looked him up and saw he works for Next. I thought what the hell and called him. I ended up going to NYC and got to model a few things. It was awful work, I hated it. My feet were so tired, I had no interest in looking like an idiot in front of the camara, and I kept walking too far backwards and ruining the backround sheet stuff. Everyone was so mad at me. Notice in the picture I had no idea how to pose with my tube top. I thought if I stuck out my boobs maybe they'd look bigger. Did it work? I don't think I'll do this again, the other models were mean and dumb, I can't pretend to be one of them. Instead I'll just try to find another job that'll pay more minimum wage. That way I don't have to care if I screw something up.