...but no one said life as a billboard supermodel would be easy.
That photo of me is the one Gays always comment on, in a complementary way, I suppose. I'll take a complement wherever I can get it these days!
I wish I were prettier and younger, oh and smarter, however I'd trade them all for more money, cause if you have money you're instantly attractive and you certainly don't need brains to have money, just look at how people invest. If you had a lot of money you could buy into "Life Extension" so when you're clinically-dead they can put you into a cryogenic chamber to be awakened in the future when cures may be available. Live your life until then in a "Lucid Dream" and if in some dream you're banging a crazy psycho chick who just happens to be the saddest girl to ever to hold a martini and she says, "Don't you know that when you sleep with someone, your body makes a promise whether you do or not?" Then she tries to kill you, so you can just not sleep with anyone ever again, or you can call for Tech Support.
"TECH SUPPORT!!!"
Seems not a day goes by that I'm not screaming that in my head!
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