sometimes I feel like one of those people who are fake. and the truth is, I AM fake. I all started two years ago I had decided to become a model I mean I had the looks to do it and the kids at my high school constantly asked me if I was a model, of course, I said no but I started wondering. what if I WAS a model. so I went to the shoe company and became a shoe model.
'i'm not gonna lie kid you've got some POTENTIAL' my makeup artist said
'um thanks'
'but you should not spend your time at a Dump like this, think BIG kid. too bad I didn't'
and cause I have absolutely no common sense I did not ask for the reason and because I have even less common sense I listened to my psychopath makeup artiste and I Quit. yes, you heard that right I QUIT! and now I am an ear model I hit rock bottom of the modeling world a humiliation especially since i have EAR HAIR! so one day I was complaining to my best friend Sarah and her steady boyfriend the trash can she told me
"Bertha no one knew you existed and even if they did they vomited at the sight of you" she reached over and patted my shoulder.
"but they only saw my feet"
"well your feet are disgusting" she made a vomiting sound and gagged
well as any sane person I screamed at the top of my lungs at her and stormed off. ha, no one needs HER! even though I wish I had a steady trash can as MY boyfriend.
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The life of a plastic toy
Storie d'amore" Mary Fisher was a new author to me and let me say I am happy I now know of her! This was a quick read with lots of steaminess. I had no problem with the use of "bad" language as some have stated. I like that she didn't do the classic I want you bu...
