Today was absolutely horrendous. Minus waking up to Jeff's gorgeous face and doing some sick makeup, but I'll get into those a little later. On my way to a photo shoot, my car started smoking terrible. I got scared but continued on my way; stalled once but made it to the parking garage by Stacy's loft. Dad checked it out while I was at my photo shoot and said it was fine, so after the shoot I picked up my car and started heading home. I got lost in Brooklyn, 411 helped me find my way, car starts smoking again, car dies middle of Sunrise Highway. Terrible. A mack truck almost hit me. A guy and a cop pushed me to the gas station. So I was having a cigarette on the side and some guy offered me a ride.. even though I said I was alright, and kept asking me to come over to his car. HELL NO.. my brother came to pick me up. My motor is done; my car is done. I'm fucked.

Last night I hung out with Jeff again, and I'm so happy to know I wasn't crazy all along. I knew there was a reason I never left. And I'm so glad that I did have that feeling. I'll never give up on him, because I know he doesn't really want me to. I love him. and he loves me. And one day, we'll be together for real.

The photoshoot went awesome-ly. The makeup came out PERFECT. I cannot wait to see the images. I think I'm stacy's official makeup artist now. :D I loveeee working with her. I wish I could just do shoots with her all day every day. Lovelovelove it.