took it hard, I was dismissed by Ken Olum of Tufts

I went to my neighbor's and rendered myself    'vomitose' I cried myself for a week when Dave Pritchard fucked me in my mind. Weirdly, when he was reading and reviewing my paper, I could feel him doing it and found myself pleading my case in defense of my thesis from my living room while I presume he is in Boston. I do not know how to load the thesis and some letters of rejection here. My hot secretary Jason Maldonado is coming over later try to figure it out. I grew up with Cheryl Rainbeaux Smith. She took me on my first dumster dive for treasures in the Hollywood Hills. Her mother threw us out one night from her place behind Hipocampus where I had purchased the almond oil. Cheryl had tried to rescue3 the situation by going off to sleep in the tree. So we walked all night down to my house in Carthay Circle where we slept on the Lucile Ball gold hide away. I awoke the next morning with sunshine pouring in to find myself wrapped in her blond hair. We ate fried chicken TV dinners for breakfast with her proclaiming, "I love fried chicken!" Brett Smiley was also at our Junior high school as well as Jermaine Jackson. Before 'ABC' hit the radiowaves, I found myself dressed to the nines as I was a Jewish American Princess fearful of colliding with brother Michael because all along the side on his striped pants ensemble, he had spilt ink. Doug Weston moved in across the street in my teenage years where I discovered we were both sharing the same boyfriend. Does anyone from the troupe of Truth or Dare or Elton John remember Leeland Mcombas? While we were all hippies, he was ahead of the times sampling the Andrew Sisters. I