My family is on both lists why? They judge every single person they see. Race (ok....I'm mixed so that's a wtf), tattoos, piercings, you name it. It makes me sad.
I would also like to say that just because someone has a pretty name in front of their business, does not mean they are smart or good at what they do. I believe in and love the Lord but I don't believe in man. About 98% of someone's private Christian college are completely clueless to the point that it's sad. they treat people like they're better than you. Note this is not God, it's man.
I was seeing a Christian psychiatrist who got on my nerves so much I fired him. That was his choice to act a fool.
About my father:
He grew up in a poor background, went to Vietnam, then started his own business. When it started out, he was doing 23 hour shifts.That messed him up pretty bad. I remember being in the kitchen with my sister (she was about 10 at the time) and he passed out. She panicked so bad that she asked me "what's the number for 911???" lol. He woke up. He was very violent and angry. This lasted several years until he found God and was saved. Let me just say, he changed so much, he was a different person. A better person. I thank God to this day that he changed. His business took off and all is well with that.
About my church:
I don't like (my) church. We had an old pastor who was just so cold. I just sat there. Sometimes I fell asleep. We had all these rules. No dancing, no shouting. I wasn't feeling it. My friend took me to his church and it was fun! Yeah, not used to that. People were dancing, singing and praising the Lord. I thought "man, was I missing out".
Someone asked me this: Modeling
I was in my NYC getting ready for a shoot. I had my photographers number and he had mine. My plane was late and I was just checking in when he called. He goes "you better get out here before times square goes ******* *****!" ok...first it's always nuts, second, you do NOT talk to me in that tone. I dunno what else he said cuz I hung up on him. The shoot never happened...I moved on
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