June 1st, 2007

Fucked

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Last night one of my favorite young actors called me in tears. She has to move rather suddenly and wants me to say goodbye to people.

In lighter news, I wear a bite guard when I sleep. On rare occasions I'll spit it out and then accidentally sleep on it. This usually leads to bite-like patterns on my butt or my thigh. Knowing that fair starts tomorrow and I'll be in a bodice attempting to make my cleavage visible to passing satellites, I managed to sleep on the guard so the bite mark is just above my right tit. Yep, once again I'll be the prettiest wench at the fair.

1. How many times did you move as a kid?

2. What was the best thing about last month?

3. What do you hope for this month?