- Mood:
Angsty - Music: Singing a stolen song, er...singing a song my PAPA wrote
First Update!
Dear Journal,
This is my first entry in this journal I am clearly too poor to afford, writing in the rain that magically does not get the paper wet though my tear stains prettily decorate it in a nice heart droplet shaped borders. As I wait here on a street corner in Paris in the long lucious black and white trimmed cloak that perfectly contrasts my sunshine golden curls that prettily frame my face. I am angsting quite prettily, crying crystal perfect diamond tears trying to come up with a proper way to make money. Though being born to weath and privledge and being educated in every scholastic subject and language possible, as well as being trained in all the proper necessities of a young woman, I amazingly have a large amount of domestic skills. I can cook any Italian cook under the table and can also sew better then any seamstress. Despite all these amazing talents I cannot possibly come up with any kind of job for me to do! I am alone and helpless in the city, praying to my long dead Papa to help me find someway to make money.
It is quite frightening here in Paris. Naturally my striking, perfect angelic beauty that I am always so modest about draws the attention of every man I come across. They all look at me with lust in their eyes and I feel disgusted, will they never see past my oh so perfectly shaped slender and grossly unproportioned proprotioned body into the shinning angelic soul beneath? What shall I do?
Oh here comes a kindred soul a striking woman with a tight bun of black hair and a cane and a shawl walking away from the Opera house. The Opera House! Perhaps this woman can help me ruin the story by taking it over find a job in the opera house? I am running off to have a confrontation with some lewd drunk men down the street as well as my landlord in the boarding house I live in so that she feels sorry enough for me to offer me a place to live and a job. I shall write more later when my plans succeed!
Sincerely,
Gabriella
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September 13 2005, 19:29:24 UTC 6 years ago
Much luck to you, dear Gabriella, in finding everything you are seeking in your life.
September 22 2005, 18:44:04 UTC 6 years ago
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