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My internet sucks. I just spent a half hour working on some shit and it didn’t save. Also can’t upload to youtube[I did an interview today that should be up say…RIGHT NOW?].
I’m trying to zen out to Ratatat and not throw something but the fact that this post took more than five minutes to publish is really testing my limits. Oh and when I spent a sold fourty minutes on something and it didn’t save. Or not being able to reply to email.
This has been going on for two days. I have about a dozen projects I’m working on right now that require use of the internet.
I HATE YOU TIME WARNER.
Feel free to send them spiteful mail on my behalf.

My friend Daze did some amazing drawings of me based on photos he took and I wanted to share them with you:

This one is my favorite.

You can read his blog here and his official website is here.

xo

PS Click them to see them bigger/more detail.

The video has premiered…That’s me making out with my old stripper colleague. Yum.

It’s kind of weird to see Pharrell Williams pretending to be Bronques…

This song is hot and totally stuck in my head…if this track doesn’t get played while I’m out this week I’ll be disappointed.

Also the irony of ex cocaine addicts in this video is so great.

And remember that gallery show I missed…here’s Brenda with the photos she did of me with Matt Siren:

xo

Photos by Daze.

Last July I lost one of my best friends to suicide, another was in a car accident, I was still dealing with the life of being an ex junkie….and on top of this my laptop was stolen by my crackhead and I lost all my money and wallet at the time when I was mugged, I also had my purse with my new ipod etc stolen. It was than I learned that material possessions are so little compared to life.

The purse has been mailed to my parents house with all my cards, [expensive] makeup in it - the ipod was gone but I was just going to give it away. Frog ran into someone who brought my laptop for $50 tonight - I possibly might be able to get back some files that mean a lot to me - pictures of my friend and I before she died, my family vacation in Ireland - though that’s more for my mother than anything. I’ve found closure with my friends death, realizing the happiness she may of found now that she never did in life. My other friend turned out to be someone I didn’t think she was and she broke my heart…not nearly as hard as my friend who died did but close.

Everything comes full circle.

I value being clean of cocaine, and the love I have from my true friends and family. As well as the opportunities and perspectives I have gained through my experiences.

I’m thankful to be able to live in the city of my dreams and to have a future and the ability to leave behind my past.

I just want anyone going through a hard time to know….it always gets better

Always.

Just tough it out.

God bless.

xoxo

Sinead

EDIT: THIS WAS FILMED OVER SIX MONTHS AGO - I NO LONGER DANCE AND I DO PORN NOW.

A couple pictures Kern sent me:

Last night Ariel and I had a sleepover. We threw water balloons out my window. It was pretty great. Took lots of pictures.

Didn’t go to class today because I spent all morning puking. Ugh.

I still have a tub full of water balloons and have no idea what to do about that.

Also interesting article here - Can Feminism and Porn Coexist? Good article except it’s information on gonzo porn is a bit wrong..

Day One:

Land in LAX - my blackberry was crackberrying out and not turning on so it took me awhile to reach her and get picked up from the airport. Kelly Lind shot three solo sets of me which was really fun - he’s a great photographer. Joanna and I shot a set and video together which involves not only a Burning Angel sex toy but also a toilet plunger as a butt plug. The thing is though Joannas toilet plunger mysteriously looks like a butt plug. I’m going to be hitting up Bed Bath & Beyond for one ASAP.

Day Two:

I shot my first ever boy girl scene and interracial although I think it’s weird that people won’t fuck black guys. That first interracial scenes are considered something special or a big deal weirds me out. Where do you draw the line of between fetishism and racism? So I’m glad my first one was interracial so it’s never a big deal. The guy had a really cute mohawk and we shot in Joanna’s closet[which is the size of some of my friends bedrooms in NYC]. The closet is awesome - neon green with a robot on the wall.

Joanna cooked an insane feast and Tommy Pistol and his wife came over to eat with us. The food was soooo good, I haven’t had a home cooked meal in forever!

Day Three:

I got my makeup and hair done all awesome as you all saw here. Also I wore a red latex dress - did you know you can use lube to clean latex and make it look nice? Learn something new everyday. I did a scene in this amazing art loft in East LA with Mick Blue - who officially has the best accent ever and totally gets into the scene. The members at Burning Angel all think that our guys aren’t “punk rock” enough. And I’ve decided that if you all don’t approve of Mick that I’m not talking to you. For like a day. But seriously he’s so hot and fucks way better than the majority of hipster boys…sorry hipster boys…I still love you, lets go listen to Morrissey and wear glasses without lenses while reading Vice.

After dinner I got to watch the first half of Fuck Me in The Bathroom TWO - it hasn’t been released yet but let me tell you…when it is - buy it. Not just for the sex but for the hilarious interviews.

Day Four:

I was going to wake up and watch the second half of FMINB2 but I slept in instead. We went to Beauty Bar LA to shoot. I got amazing hair and makeup done - think Blondie with a beehive. Took awesome pictures and than had really fucking good sex with Alex in the mens bathroom. The scene was very hot. Actually all my scenes were and I can’t wait to see them.

We had dinner at some bar and everyone was loud, wearing green and drinking green beer.

When we got home I went on my email than James walked in with a video camera and I ended up going down on him with Joanna and than filming her getting fucked in the ass by him.

We went to Tonga Bar, a tiki bar to celebrate St Patricks day. The drinks were free and I got kind of drunk. Oh and I made a new gay bestfriend!

When we got home I was pretty drunk apparently. James apparenlty told me to go under the cabinets and I did but I was so drunk and confused…I didn’t even remember this till James told me.

Ok I have to add this in since it’s hilarious, it’s from Joannas blog:

“I listened to nothing but the Dropkick Murphy’s on St.Patricks day and at night me and Sinead went to some tiki bar and drank things that were green. I am not irish but Sinead is. She taught me the meaning of St.Patricks day. It turns out it isn’t just about getting drunk and dressing in a green outfit, it’s also about snakes. See Patrick apparently- who wasn’t even Irish… he was Scottish or British no one even really knows- he drove the snakes out of Ireland. Apparently there used to be a lot of like, poisonous snakes there but there isn’t anymore. I guess that’s just as good of a reason to get drunk as anything else is. Sinead also told me that sometimes Irish baby’s get taken away and replaced with wooden sticks and when she was younger she tried to arrange for this kinda thing with her brother but it didn’t really work. It was pretty educational. I have a whole new respect for Irish people. Next st.Patty’s day I’m gonna go to Boston with Sinead. I look as far from Irish as you can possibly look but I don’t think anyone will care. Do you?”

Day Five:

Went on Sirrus radio with Joanna, we were on Tony Hawks radio station for the Jason Ellis show. I helped Joanna give the illusionist a hand job and than cum on my tits to makeup for not promoting Jason at AVN. It was kind of hilarious because Joanna was trying to video tape it but broke the camera and left the room. So I’m sitting there on my crackberry and bullshitting and the guy is gonna cum so I texted her “He’s gonna cum!!!” And she came back to the bathroom and he came on my tits.

Finished up packing than did Joannas webcam show with her. It was lots of fun, I stuck a finger in her butt and her fans are really sweet.

I filled out all my paperwork, and Joanna gave me a Burning Angel sex toy and Not Another Porn Movie. The Burning Angel bullet is really good. And I’m not usually a bullet girl but the vibrations are killer and the pink cracked design seals the deal. Oh and it’s water proof and phalate free!

We headed to the airport a bit tight on time but we thought I might make the flight but I accidentally got dropped off at Virgin Atlantic instead of Virgin America. Than I was given the wrong directions to America three times before I finally got there. There was so much running and dragging my insane amount of bags around that I was frantic and stressed beyond belief when I reached the ticket counter. I ran through security[not even bothering to put my sneaks back on, through the gates, the vendors till I got to my gate. Where I subsequently collapsed in front of the counter - partially in pain since my knee is still fucked up, and partially because I was anxious and have never missed a flight before. Ever. Fourtantly the kindess of strangers, Virgin Airline and Joanna all were incredibly helpful and sweet. A perfect stranger gave me ibuprofen and water and offered me a place to stay in DC if I was stuck there. The women was very sweet and checked on me a couple times. Things like that give me faith in people and reaffirm my belief in karma. I got a flight to DC and all the flight attendants were incredibly sweet since they had seen how upset I was - I was even given my own row of seats to myself…which if you know me, I love that.

Actually I love Virgin. It’s so cute. With their purple and hot pink lights, silly video, good air plane food…loves it.

The DC airport is really big. And security was worse than NYC. They spent a solid five minutes staring at my bags. Although now I’m looking back and realizing I have some weird shit in my carry on.

I think my cab ride home from the airport took more time than my flight from DC to NYC. I keep falling asleep in the cab[it was raining, I’m tired and cars put me to sleep = bad combo] and the guy DROVE INTO MANHATTAN. I live in Brooklyn!? WTFFFF $70 CAB RIDE. That’s ridiculous.

Now I’m back in nyc and it’s time for a shower, and some much needed Fungi and me time.

Everything I shot while I was out here will end up on Burning Angel, & Joanna Angel. So join those sites and get your hands ready.

And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

These were taken the day before I left for La La land:

To see them bigger and better just click the image.

xoxo

EDIT One of these photos was put in the showcase on OMP! Wooo!

Please note that as a 20 year old financially independent adult if you want to press charges against me…the people involved are me, you and my lawyer.

My parents, my brother, my family have nothing to do with pressing charges against me so please stop harassing them before I have to take action. I know you like to go after them because they are sacred and mean the world to me but please be educated, and mature when taking legal action not petty. My family is aware of the life I lead and is aware of when I have been in legal trouble before - just because I rarely mention them on this blog[except to rave about how awesome they are] does not mean they’re in the dark about my life.

Also please educate yourself on legal terms before you start sputtering them out of your mouth.

I’m never giving out my family home number ever again. Even if I’m staying there without my cell, obviously I can’t trust people not to exploit my family and respect their privacy.

In other news check out my AWESOME hair and makeup for the shoot today:

Peace!