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Dear kids,

Here I sit, alone in my room. It's almost July, but the sky is dull and gray and it's chilly outside. I may not live where I'm living much longer, not that that is a bad thing. I probably won't have internet for a month or two, so try to not entirely forget me. My fiance, bless his clumsy heart, knocked my pretty blue bong over and broke the downstem I don't have the funds to replace it, so for now, I'm smoking my bud out of a lipton tea bottle with a few holes poked in it. I would post pictures, but it's too shameful. Just the other day, my roommate threw in the dumpster what he mistook as garbage, and what was actually every pair of shoes I owned. Two pairs of leather boots, one pair of leather cage heels, one pair black satin heels, converse, my fiance's work shoes...the list goes on. I'm so pissed all I have now is a pair of flat black leather boots with the heels blown out, and a pair of running shoes. That plus my downstem plus our prospective landlords not calling back equals a certifiably shitty past week. I need money, a good massage and a hell of a lot more patience than I posess right now. Sigh.

Now that I've recounted my tragic tales, on to other things. I haven't taken any pictures of my face in probably the last six months, only titty shots for Hopefuls Only Tittie Texting (I want more numbers, guis :blush. I'm such a mess, I just can't bear to get in front of a camera, I can't get into it. An amatuer model's version of writer's block, I guess. But there is still a chance for a shoot to happen soon, with my good friend Grayson. He doesn't have an account here...hmm, does that affect his ability to shoot for me? I'm not sure; we'll see. And just maybe, you'll see



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