<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411032315107022105</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:46:34.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LT Smash: Sometimes I go a little crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a traveling model based out of DC who goes by the name LT smash;. I love art, creating it and watching it. I travel to model, I'm naked on the internet. Who knows you may just like me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15099193932867352007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411032315107022105.post-4317911905834881951</id><published>2010-12-06T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:11:32.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, I would have told you fighting for your right equated love. This year my view has changed drastically. I spent 2 years fighting for my ex to come back. Two years, shocking right? I'm not saying the fight wasn't worth it, it was. However, I've become a firm believer that fighting equates nothing, it makes nothing better. It makes it worse. We fought and fought. Many know the vague story of us. He was and always will be the love of my life. I would still fight if I knew there was anything to fight for. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in love. I believe that it is worth fighting tooth and nail over.It's love. Love is fleeting and not everlasting. It does not conquer all, but it sure as hell feels like it can protect you from it all. I just don't want to fight anymore, I'm tired of fighting over anything.  think love should be easier. I think one day I'll find that. I think the intensity I once had will go away. I think love is unconditional and honesty and truth will prevail. Love does not equate fighting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3411032315107022105-4317911905834881951?l=ayd4a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/feeds/4317911905834881951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3411032315107022105&amp;postID=4317911905834881951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default/4317911905834881951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default/4317911905834881951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/2010/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Smash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15099193932867352007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411032315107022105.post-5933308737134479117</id><published>2010-11-10T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:08:24.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens</title><content type='html'>So, in Detroit my window got busted into. You'd think that would make me more careful about my car and such things. Of course, it didn't. I'm currently waiting on the car window to be fixed. On top of that, I guess I stopped somewhere or left my bag out front of studio for too long because now all of my shooting wardrobe, except the bare minimum is pretty much gone. This is why I keep a back up of small items that are neccesities. So, here I go again trying to rebuild most of it. Luckily, my latex was not in the bag or any expensive shoes because they were at home. I bought a good portion of what I would need for TX next month off the internet today. Now, to figure out how to replace the large things. I fail to understand why anyone would want my lingerie or wardrobe. It seriously baffles me. My sizes are so odd, like who are you gonna find as small as me with the same boobs. :/ Fuckin weirdos and ass hats. Anyways, if anyone would be willing to donate by buying anything for me off of these two wishlists that would be awesome. I'm willing to trade you a print of me in the outfits in exchange. Any bit helps. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/2KG51NXEMEPFV/ref=cm_sw_su_w&lt;br /&gt;And at amazon http://amzn.com/w/2KG51NXEMEPFV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3411032315107022105-5933308737134479117?l=ayd4a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/feeds/5933308737134479117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3411032315107022105&amp;postID=5933308737134479117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default/5933308737134479117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default/5933308737134479117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-happens.html' title='It happens'/><author><name>Smash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15099193932867352007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3411032315107022105.post-2858551990655354549</id><published>2010-11-08T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:48:37.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would have thunk it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ijB2VozdCI/TNjSk9LLqBI/AAAAAAAAASU/KlF8KnOdOv0/s1600/20100706_ashley172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ijB2VozdCI/TNjSk9LLqBI/AAAAAAAAASU/KlF8KnOdOv0/s320/20100706_ashley172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537407274190612498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I started this. If you had looked me in the face that night and told me I would do this full-time, I would have laughed. Three years ago if you had told this would be my life and I'd be naked most of my life, I'd have laughed. It's funny really looking back on everything and seeing myself now. When I started, it was for the fun. When I got naked, it was to try something new. When I started to travel, I did so because I had a broken heart. Now, I'm sitting in my bed being grateful that for the next two days I will be in my own home. Then, I leave again for 3 weeks to see family and shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never complain, but I seem to wonder more and more frequently how different my life would be if this was not my job. I can't even fathom the idea. I could try, but I'd fail. For now, I'll just enjoy what I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by: Mickle Design Werks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3411032315107022105-2858551990655354549?l=ayd4a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/feeds/2858551990655354549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3411032315107022105&amp;postID=2858551990655354549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default/2858551990655354549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3411032315107022105/posts/default/2858551990655354549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayd4a.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-would-have-thunk-it.html' title='Who would have thunk it?'/><author><name>Smash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15099193932867352007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ijB2VozdCI/TNjSk9LLqBI/AAAAAAAAASU/KlF8KnOdOv0/s72-c/20100706_ashley172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
