hello hello I'm reading my Bible and packing up my apartment for a big move. To where? That's not a secret I'll never tell :o I own one pair of jeans Leaving this space has me reminiscing on what it was like to move in. In my early 20s I made up for what I lacked in experience with audacity. The bed frame for example, was put together by a very kind Italian man as our first and last date. The mount that held the TV to the wall was a gift from an Australian man who I kept runn

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FOREVER LOLITA I flew to New York alone for the first time at 17. I had just won Miss Teen USA and was coming to the city for media training and a press tour. I wore a denim mini-skirt I got at the pacsun in the mall where I also bought my first bra. I was reading The Sun Also Rises and sat next to a man who resembled the professor of my first writing class at Princeton. The man, my seat neighbor, asked me about Hemingway. I said something, mentioned that I’d just graduated h