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I got banned from the tattoo studio for moving on with my life... and this is after I was the honest one in the situation, got out of an unhealthy relationship where I was being betrayed and lied to, and kept most interactions while retrieving my belongings as peaceful as possible. Ironic, to say the least.

Thanks for fucking up, Duke. You helped to educate me on what and who I do not need in my life.

I've washed my hands of everything concerning Duke and the studio, but that didn't help this bitter taste in my mouth.

I can only hope that I get to see when kharma comes around and slaps Brandon and his over-dramatic crackhead of a wife to the ground. I'll sit back and watch amusedly, like Nero playing the violin while Rome burned.

NOTE: Boycott Aacross the Skin Tattoo. Tara and Duke are wonderful artists, but the drama-central involving Brandon's life is just not worth wasting your time with the business as a whole. Yes, I do look like a vindictive bitch by posting this, but I do truly hope the business fails miserably, as he has no sense of proper business practice or ethics. That way, Duke, who I can accept as a victim, although a completely immature and irresponsible victim, of this situation, can hopefully find a studio where his artistic talent will be nurtured and appreciated, instead of abused and squandered. So he needs to grow up.... time will help that and perhaps he'll have the beautiful life that he wanted... just without me.

So, to the interloper of this weekend (read as: Krystal), I bid you a final fuck off. I hope your future is filled with the truth and honesty that will:

A. destroy your marriage,

B. show you as the closet crackhead that you are,

C. convince that cock-headed joke of an ex-husband that he shouldn't let you fuck up your kids any more than you already have,

D. and perhaps put you in Broughton, where you belong.

Dollface, I hope that you get all that you've dreamed of and everything that you deserve.


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But on to the good stuffs:

FYI, peeps... My cellphone number might be changing soon. My service has been disconnected for the time being (ie., until Krystal the Crackwhore stops reacting to the full moon or whatever bug shimmied up her loose ass this week). Those of you who want my cell number again, let me know via email. I'll put you on the list for when I notify everyone else that's on the drama-free list.

Cheers... and smile for me. I've gotten the go-ahead to start working out budgeting, picking out plans, and can starting construction on my new house in the early spring! Think big, fun party about mid-summer. More on that later.

Life does get better, once you eliminate the dead weight.