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Chelsea (chow-sie)
18. Manhattan, New York.
I follow back, unless you're a creep.
My nickname for my husband is Dipshit, and he calls me Dimple. When we first got married we talked very briefly about getting tattoos for each other but we never ended up doing it. Almost three years later, I decided to get one as a surprise for him. The tattoo is in his handwriting from a card he wrote to me, and in blue ink because that is his “preferred” ink colour. I love you, Dipshit!
So I started work at this rooftop bar today. I get paid 12 an hour to just greet people and tally how many come in. Literally the easiest thing ever. Its my escape from the hells of retail, even if for a day or two~
I just want to be on a beach, drinking cold beer, and not worrying about a damn thing.
@1 day ago with 6 notesElizabeth went off mysteriously with Jimmy each evening, and none of us could figure out where they went. They would arrive for dinner together. She would sit in the balcony next to him during rushes and then they would slip away for what seemed like most of the night.
- Carroll Baker
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