They say one can't live on love alone but once again "they" are wrong! Many thoughts have been swooshing around my cranium since Thanksgiving night when I returned home after a lovely dinner at dear friends house to find I didn't really have an apartment left. The place was trashed (most likely electrical fire, no report yet) and my dear feline companion of nine years, Mr. Peebles, was dead. Since I lived alone I practically considered Mr. Peebles my hairy husband. If he was a person he would have definately been a 14th street working girl. He only had 3 teeth and a badass 'tude. When lounging, he would only lie upon the fanciest fabrics - no polyester under any circumstanses. I found him under the remains of my most luxorious lepard coat and it broke my heart. As per my material possesions there was really nothing left of my home except a few papers from a metal filing cabinet, and by some miracle, 3 bellydance costumes (????!!!!) and some cds with components of my schoolwork on them that were thrown out the window. But even though I have lost most everything I really do have all I need as you lovely beautiful fuckers have shown me since all this happened. The phone calls and emails and juicy loving I have gotten from you have been so important to me. LAST NIGHT WAS INCREDIBLE I AM SO PROUD AND HONORED TO HAVE YOU AS FAMILY. You helped me raise some much needed cash (two words renters insurance PLEASE get it I didn't) and I am building up a quite fashionable wardrobe thanks to you all. I am staying at my dear friends Viva Knievel aka la Chocolatina (a truly loving place to be) for some months so I really won't need any apartment-y things until I get settled - big thank you to those of you who have been asking. B, if the futon is still around in a couple months I would love to take you up on it then. Family, feel free to drop me an email (firstname.lastname@example.org) or a phone call at any time (number is the same as it is verizon vm). You all are keeping me as sane as a Brooklyn girl can be and I am overwhelmed and so deeply, deeply touched by your genorousity. And when I get my new place you can rest assured that I will be having the ONLY housewarming party and the naked boys will dance til dawn!
I love you
PS BTW MESSY BONNIE I DO NOT WANT YOUR CUM & VOMIT STAINED JC PENNY DRESSES THEY ARE A BIOHAZARD!! BUT THANKS ANYWAY.