questions i'm tired of answering constantly:
- I didn't BUY a house. We applied to RENT a house and the landlord accepted us. I'm not leaving Philly, just moving down the street.
- I HAVE shot a new set, it HAS been sent into SGHQ, and it HAS been accepted. I'm currently just waiting for it to enter the queue. I promise you I'll give you a heads up when this happens, so you can prepare I guess?
- My hair is brown now. It's been brown since October. My profile pic is from my first (and only, really) set, which was shot almost 2 years ago. The pictures in the Reading Tattoo Convention set are from over 1 year ago. I'm not blonde anymore. It isn't new. I promise.
- I'm TRYING to get prints from my rejected Scooby Doo set. I'm having a little trouble getting in touch with the right people, but I assure you that they're on the way. Really. Maybe even some prints from my rejected graffiti set and another set I sent in a few months ago that was rejected. I've dealt with a lot of rejection from SG over the last year, so do me a favor and buy this shit when I get it up, ok?
Right now it is all too much. I can't stop crying and missing V and worrying about whether or not we can come up with 1900$ in the next month or so.
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
Make it all fucking stop right now and please just let the world be stupidly perfect.
Where is my stupidly perfect life with my stupidly perfect hair and my stupidly perfect waif-ish figure and my stupidly perfect boyfriend in my stupidly perfect home? Somewhere being Perfectly Stupid, obviously.
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