01 2 / 2012
Look chick, you really don’t want to ask what I think. Because I think: you are unreliable, you have terrible people skills, your concept made no sense, the best thing about your photos is your camera, and that you highly over-edited the pictures. I will never again model for you and I’m more than a little embarrassed to be in the photos. I literally have nothing nice to say. What was even the point of my modelling for you? You said you wanted me because my hair is blue but then you covered my hair in glitter, which you then covered with a really awful, ugly flower headpiece that didn’t fit your concept at all and entirely detracted from the whole idea. My hair looks black in all the photos you’ve posted thus far and you wasted my time if you wanted my hair to be blue. In fact, you wasted my time in general, since the first you asked me a couple months ago. I wish I’d just told you no, either when you first asked or the first time you refused to give me information until an hour before you wanted me and got upset when I couldn’t accommodate you. You’ve been rude and unreliable and I’m done. Don’t ask what I think. I don’t want any proofs. I’m literally done. I hope never to hear from you again.
23 1 / 2012
In which Kasey pretends she’s powerful. But really, I was terrified up there. (Last one.)
23 1 / 2012
Eyelashes.
And yes, I’m spamming my high school senior pictures. They’re great pictures of me, kind of.
