Here's a novel since I havn't posted in three months. I moved to Ontario and worked for a bunch of rich fucks in cottage country. Rich fucks didn't pay nearly as well as they should, so broke, I moved here:

But that view doesn't pay for itself. So I had to go job hunting, so every day, I had to dress like a chump, hit the grind and try to find work:

Armani-Burberry-Club Monaco-Boss Handcrafted Day after day I would get rejected and jerked around by jobs I hated. So I would go drinking and whoring to forget the failures. Which was fun, and funny, but I was running low on money, I was looking at having to sell my clothing on the supermarket. When, a job came through. A good one. So I'm back on the internet, and I'm going to work at TnTblu tomorrow wearing whatever the fuck I want:

Some drapey cardi from Nippon Jack Lipson Dior Boss Handcrafted