the brit still posts, but he left me a wee bit broken hearted. i recovered, after a spell, and have found myself a young strapping italian man who works his ass off for me so i can go to school and pursue my dream of becoming a photographer.
it's all good, really. i am still friends with sam and i'm probably the happiest i've been in a long time.
i'm about to buy my own cardboard cutout soon. i'll post a pic of it when it becomes final and you can make fun of me living in a ghetto.
