when i put on this left boot this morning, it tore off my big toenail. almost. it's duct taped onto my toe right now. i cannot get the stripey part of these leggings straight. see? when i stopped to take this picture back at the back of the hall, i knew it was too dark & blurry, but that's the way this morning is starting out. i leaned against that dolly for support for a long shutter speed, but the dolly, as it turns out, cannot support an entire woman & in so doing, i knocked over a bunch of studio lights. wham/thud onto the floor.

see that black trunk back there? that's it/them & i am afraid to look inside. see tilly~~belle? she knows i’ve messed up. there are no cokes here. i thought there were. i’ll have to put these boots back on & walk over to goodwill to get one. needing to run the paperwork for credit card purchases i headed for the studio, where the credit card machine is kept on a photographer's desk, only to discover that the lock to the door has locked itself. no key will fit it, the doorknob is broken. i tried everything & finally succeeded by wiggling a paperclip in the keyhole while pushing hard with my behind. of which i’ve plenty.

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i can get used to all of this ... i can get over him. *cry* cause’ i am sorry for just being wrong. *cry*

Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.

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