Jenna Judd

September 30, 2007

Jenna Judd
photo: Lily & Lilac Gasp. I feel some gutspilling coming on. I have to stop listening to this sad music. But I can't help it!!! I love it!!!

I'm in the same internet cafe. The proprietor doesn't give a shit that I come here every bloody day whether it was last May or this September. I can't say that I blame him. I don't give a shit either. (not really.)

I'm looking for someone to sit down with to have a mindblowing conversation. I think that I'm invisible. I am as thin as air. My bookers don't see me. They just hand me printouts with lists of go-sees.

These days I keep repeating the same few sentences: "Sorry I'm late." "Hi, I'm from Canada." "No, well, I'm really from Bermuda." "I am twenty-four years old."

That last one is a lie of course. And all this barely qualifies as talking.

I met up yesterday with a model from Hawaii that I met on a job last May. We talked about our failed relationships over sushi. I feel drained.

The agency is having a party. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I'll probably go. tonight.

Oh. Oh. Oh! I am excited about a music festival that starts this weekend. It takes place on the Reeperbahn, this moldy old redlight district. It's free. The Stars are playing. I can't remember the other bands. It doesn't matter.

Maybe I'm just hungry.

Peace and love.

Jenna

Jenna Judd is a Ford model.