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| Me, with my first husband. A painter. |
I say, old girl! Thank you for this great piece o' nudity. You are off the hook! (Sadly)
J'aime le Pompidou!!
Okay, enough of that. Foreign languages belong in private schools. Speaking of, I think we should go public. With the nudity, with the Cranberries, all of it.
Hey, also...I got the job! Which matters because I strive to be an inspiration to the masses, forever. Just kidding. It matters because my blood pressure has risen - not that I measure this stuff, but I feel my eyes bulging for the past three days - and there is a reasonable explanation: CHANGE.
If only life were so simple as when I lived with the painter and he told me what to do...This way. To the left! Perfect, perfect. Or more paint, do you think?
Miss you tons
xoxo . xoxo
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