twiggy

well, another weekend been and gone, nothing that exciting happened. really. phil was over. but i was too sick to screw him for two days out of three. (which sucks but i can still feel my vagina. (how novel) work blows at the moment. i may look for something new. i'd love a job in a hole making emporium (or piercers as the regular folk say) but i think that probably they are difficult to get. or some kind of photography placement (its hard to know where to look for these.) anyway. i'll write more. soon. my sneakers fell apart today. it makes me sad. they were my shoe-best friends. tomorrow i shall have to shop for more.
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