Friday, February 19, 2010

John D. Rockefeller

Dear John,

I would be lying if I said this was ever anything more than me indulging in my fantasy of being a "kept" woman. For example, I wasn't sure if I liked fur. Turns out I don't. I'd also never taken a bath in champagne and money. Turns out it's not so pleasant. And diamonds on every finger? Arthritis, darling.

Now I'm bored.

So long. Farewell. I stole a bunch of stuff from you.

Don't try to find me,

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