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I'm styling a photoshoot tomorrow for the first time ever. For some reason I'm really nervous. It's not like it's a paid job or anything, but I want to do well. NERRRRRRRVES.

We didn't end up going to the Hamptons because Corey got jumped the night before we were supposed to leave. He has a bad habit of running his mouth when he gets drunk, and he apparently said something to the wrong people. It was pretty fucked up, nonetheless.

There are certain humans that really get under my skin. I try to let it slide because I know they'd probably enjoy that shit.....but god damn. STOP IT. Stabstabstab.

B-L-O-G. This one is better, because it's not just me complaining all the time. And you can comment on it now, when you open an individual entry. Hooray.