I’m having lunch, my mother arrived with the bodies of deer worse said: “Check your stepfather killed!” Hmmmm, lovely!

I do not eat organs. Just flesh.

Looks to me like it’s been that I was not happy as well. The snow is magical.

 When I make jokes about the angles, take me to the 90th degree.

I’m in a hole in the wood called Ivry on the Lake and it snows A LOT! I love you!

I’m cold. I want white wine, a fireplace, a bearskin and a man!

What I have instead: orange juice, light of my iPod, my own skin (of course) and … a doggie.

I’m in the woods, far from civilization! # #


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