Why i am missing messages

I am writing this blog because someone left me a picture comment that I was 'too good to reply to messages from my fans.' It pissed me off because I think I've done my best considering this winter has been one bad situation to the next. I'm reminded of a friend I had in croatia who was so concerned about my persistent bad luck he seriously thought someone put a curse on me. He strongly suggested I seek out a priest and get a hold of some holy water. I assured him that my luck always evened out. I'm so lucky to be the woman I am today. I shouldn't have fans on a porn site. I should be disfigured in a mental facility. Sometimes, a dash of bad luck only reminds a person of the good things that happen in life.

I answered as many pm's as possible to let people know that I had to go to the ER a second time. I posted early pics of the wound. Here is the pic of how bad it got.
I don't want sympathy. I regret asking for help because not many people bothered to say 'I wish I could help, but...' I'm one of those people where the thought counts more than the help I could receive. I'll be putting out a lot of pics. I absolutely can't respond to comments as much as it makes my day to read them. I'm stuck pecking at the computer with one finger. That's gonna be a problem for a long time. I do try to answer pm's. But, sometimes, I simply can't communicate. Since winter began, I warned friends that I would miss messages but i would do my best to keep posting pictures. A picture is worth a thousand words. On a porn site, they might be worth more than that. I still love dressing up. I'm happier than ever with my body. It wasn't easy to take pics the other day. I took enough to release them slowly as I get to feeling better. I spent a long time coping with the help of percocet. The script ran out. And my pain hasn't decreased.

I'm serious about plans to market myself in some way when my hand heals. I'll try my luck at selling panties. Let me know if you're interested in a costume or lingerie that I've worn. Most likely, I'll cam. I keep telling people to stay in touch because I don't know when or where I'll be if that happens. Other than fucking up my arm, missing work and cold weather, life is good. Just be understanding if I miss messages. I can't thank the people who've been there for me enough. I hope to make it up to them in a thousand ways.