When A Lot is Really Only A Little.

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When A Lot is Really Only A Little.

It’s all been said before, excessive drinking is very bad. I hate when my friends say how opposed to drugs they are, yet go out and get absolutely obliterated. It’s totally lame..just as lame as excessive consumption of the devil’s juice. I know what you’re thinking, this chick doesn’t drink…on the contrary, my dear, homegirl drinks…just has learned how not to be a damn fool while doing so. So, in your face, loser. Now, please excuse me while I sip on my bottle of wine and continue to make a list of crap that really bugs me…:)

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Today for You, Tomorrow for Me

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21872_236695264541_500434541_3185794_3716723_nThere are times when the world seems so small it could collapse right before my eyes. But the world isn’t small at all, maybe it’s just my world that is. I’ve been in love, I’ve been in lust, I’ve been rich, I’ve been poor…at the end of the day though, I have always been happy. Sure, I bitch and moan with the best of ’em but what are the good times worth without the bad? This picture is from back home; living in my parent’s house with a warm bed and an abundance of love. Some days I wish I could turn back time and relive those special, precious moments. I’m blessed to have two healthy and incredibly supportive parents, but I miss them. Being so far away makes me feel so lost sometimes. I would kill for a hug and a smile from them both. The reassurance they give me is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt. How do parents do this? I empathize so dearly with those who have no parents, or one parent, or even one or two parents who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about them. I would surely not be the woman I am today without my father’s stern but loving grip and my mother’s advice and undying support. I wish that anyone who was not so fortunate could have what I have. That’s why I’m starting a campaign. It’s called, ” Family Love” and it is a monthly family field day to raise money for adoption centers so that loving, willing parents can adopt children who have nowhere to go. If you are interested in donating, helping or you just want more information please e-mail me at the address: ahutch90.ah@gmail.com. YOUR support could change lives…forever. The field day is taking place in Central Park at the end of the month, so if you live or frequent the NY area PLEASE come show your support. Even a dollar could help.

Model This, Model That

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Model This, Model That

EXCITING NEWS, blogging babies! I’ve been asked to model for LeatherandLace, a wonderful clothing line based out of NYC. This is one of my looks, a sexy letterman jacket…stay tuned for on-location prints and a behind the scenes look into my fantastic shoot of Greg and Deana! :]

Besties with a Capital B

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Besties with a Capital B

We love them. We adore them, at that. We gossip, laugh, cry, hug, share our deepest secrets and at the end of the day we call them our best friends. I’ve always love having a close, tight-knit group of friends who know me better than I even know myself. I trust this group with everything. A mix of guys and girls, those kids KNOW what’s up…even when I have no words. So why blog about this? Because I think that it’s important to shout out the ones you love most. It’s been a trying 4 years, ups and downs-left, right AND center, but they hold me down like no other. Thanks, biffs. You sure know how to put a smile on my face when all I want to do is fall to my knees. I hope everyone’s Halloween was incredible! I enjoyed the Halloween Parade in the East Village, some intense bar-hopping and a BEAUTIFUL sunrise over the skyline- after we snuck onto a hotel rooftop. Slore-Oween 2013 was a success, that’s for damn sure. Night kids, hit me up with questions or requests. I’m going to be starting a seperate blog about certain products I use as a promotional project. Please keep on keepin’ on. I appreciate your e-mails and the contest I informed many of you about is starting MONDAY!!!! Peace and love, pretty kiddies. XOXO

Me Vs. The World

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Me Vs. The World

As growing up goes, I’ve had a pretty great time. Although I’m broke, trying to get to the top and dealing with the ups and downs of life; there is the all too familiar issue- heartbreak. There are songs about it, poems, novels, shows, seminars-you name it-but it never lessens the blow of getting hurt. I recently had my heart stomped to pieces ( the night this lovely selfie was taken) I was happy here and an hour later I was crying outside of a bar, praying this man was going to apologize. He did. I can’t forgive and forget that easily though. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I love him to pieces. So where do I go now? Should I betray my beliefs and take him back again? Or let myself be upset and work my way back up from the ground? Feel free to post comments or ideas- I need all the help I can get. Need more details of the problem? Thanks loves. ALSO..I posted the link in my previous post about trying to get to Italy. Please donate or pass the word along if you can! Thanks guys! Love you all. Night night, Blog World.

Headshots…the Good, the Bad, the Ugly.

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Headshots...the Good, the Bad, the Ugly.

Well…I hope mine falls into the “Good” category. Recently a good friend asked where I had mine done. My best friend from back home is a photographer ( now working in Italy…how effing cool) and she did mine for a fee of a mani/pedi date and a batch of my famous chocolate, caramel cookies. You can hire, bribe, shoot for free but the most important thing is legitimacy. DON’T ever let some random joe-shmoe take these photos. He could be selling them or objectifying you. Practice the name game, check credentials and remember…you NEED at least 4 shots of different emotions for auditions. Need more tips? Leave me a message and I’ll be right with you!

Falling Again

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Falling Again

It’s amazing how quickly the seasons change in New York. One second you’re grabbing sandals and a chic sundress and running to a picnic in the park, the next, you’re dodging snow plows and praying that the building cranks up the damn heat! But then again, it’s moments like this that remind me that I am lucky to be hear. My debt, tears, rejection and starvation seem to drift away when you’re sipping a pumpkin spiced latte and breathing in the intoxicating scents of fall. Ahhhh…