I was a model who went to Starbucks and loves deer.

Dear Fleur.
I was being a model tonight. I guess it was fun. I wouldn't want to wake up and model everyday. It wouldn't make me excited.
But I just have to say,
wearing a huge red frilly coat was pretty darn worth it for the night.

There were deer heads hanging on all the walls in the building where the show was.
I don't like it when people hang up deer heads.
I am probably going to offend a lot of people by saying that, but it's true. I just don't like it. I mean, really? I am the girl who watched "Bambi" and cried. So I don't think you can blame me. it's just the way it is.
I used to dream about having a pet deer. And reading Roald Dahl books to it in my bedroom. It would sleep with me and everything. And I would call it "Delilah." I was completely in love.
I never found myself a pet deer.
And people still hang their heads on the walls.

I stood nose to nose and stared at one tonight. A big dead deer head. I could have touched it. But I didn't want to.
Instead,
I wanted to cry.

I carried FIONI high heels in my purse tonight.
Love Bella.