Well, I'm home and back to normality :( Can't wait for our videos to come out on youtube....the wonderful dead-pan-Jack (our cameraman in Cannes) is on the case as we speak!
Think I over did it on the last night as I came home ILL!! Sore throat, headache, cold...etc! 2 hours sleep, flight back to London then straight back to work (the day job that funds being a poor, struggling actor) was not a good move! I should have booked at least 2 weeks recovery!
So...Miss Zara and I are no longer Cannes Virgins! What's next? Sundance methinks!
JoJo x x x
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Playing catch-up!! Jo's blog entry - posted 19/05/10
So…..where do I begin? I’ve done sooooooooooooooo much and I have to admit I’m not the best blogger in the world. Zara generally takes care of that while I sit there drinking tea (yes, I’m a true English tea drinker…in fact, I think I may have a slight addiction to the stuff)!
Yesterday was awesome…I got up feeling bright and breezy for a Q&A session with none other than the amazing Mike Leigh. Zara, who had only got to bed an hour before I was getting up didn’t look like she was gonna make it out. She still had on a full face of make-up. Clothes, bag and shoes were all over the place and she was sprawled out on her top bunk…wait for it people……NAKED!
The talk with Mike Leigh was great. Amongst other stuff he spoke in depth about the creative process his actors go through in order to create the film. I want to work with this guy…it’s fascinating how he works. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him though. He was pretty blunt at times and even told one of the photographers off for distracting him. This poor photographer was so embarrassed he didn’t lift his head up for the rest of the talk!
After the Q&A session I went to see ‘Blue Valentine’ which was FABULOUS (and that’s not only coz it has the ever-so-gorgeous Ryan Gosling in it…Ryan, I am still single and would make a fabulous wife in case you were wondering)! Then, after a few too many free…yes free…glasses of wine at the Quebec tent I headed back to the apartment to get ready for the premier of ‘Certified Copy’…the new Juliette Binnoche film. Well, what can I say…I’m almost ashamed to admit it…I left half way though the movie. I have never done this in my life, but I literally couldn’t sit through another minute of it. While the acting was great, it was painfully slow and boring. I wasn’t the only one who felt like this as people were leaving in the masses. So, if any of you out there are having trouble sleeping…get a copy of this film!
Anyways, I’m a very busy woman so have to love you and leave you now. Until next time…
Au Revoir!
Jo-Jo x x x
Yesterday was awesome…I got up feeling bright and breezy for a Q&A session with none other than the amazing Mike Leigh. Zara, who had only got to bed an hour before I was getting up didn’t look like she was gonna make it out. She still had on a full face of make-up. Clothes, bag and shoes were all over the place and she was sprawled out on her top bunk…wait for it people……NAKED!
The talk with Mike Leigh was great. Amongst other stuff he spoke in depth about the creative process his actors go through in order to create the film. I want to work with this guy…it’s fascinating how he works. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him though. He was pretty blunt at times and even told one of the photographers off for distracting him. This poor photographer was so embarrassed he didn’t lift his head up for the rest of the talk!
After the Q&A session I went to see ‘Blue Valentine’ which was FABULOUS (and that’s not only coz it has the ever-so-gorgeous Ryan Gosling in it…Ryan, I am still single and would make a fabulous wife in case you were wondering)! Then, after a few too many free…yes free…glasses of wine at the Quebec tent I headed back to the apartment to get ready for the premier of ‘Certified Copy’…the new Juliette Binnoche film. Well, what can I say…I’m almost ashamed to admit it…I left half way though the movie. I have never done this in my life, but I literally couldn’t sit through another minute of it. While the acting was great, it was painfully slow and boring. I wasn’t the only one who felt like this as people were leaving in the masses. So, if any of you out there are having trouble sleeping…get a copy of this film!
Anyways, I’m a very busy woman so have to love you and leave you now. Until next time…
Au Revoir!
Jo-Jo x x x
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
My own personal emotional rollercoaster...
Dear lord, what a day I’ve had! The highs! The lows! The middle bits!! Seriously, I’ve had such a crazy spectrum of emotions today - I’m exhausted! I woke this morning to the sounds of Jo getting up to see Mike Leigh speak at the British Pavilion - I think she took one look at me and wrote me off completely - I wasn’t human this morning. Messy doesn’t even cover it. Unfortunately, it was at this time that disaster struck. Our hotel room needs the key to close the door properly (I know, weird huh? Europeans.) so Jo chirpily said ‘Don’t forget to lock the door behind me as I leave’ before prancing disgustingly cheerfully out the door. I, of course, mumbled something, snorted and turned over.
AND LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED!! NOT JUST UNLOCKED - OPEN!! WIDE OPEN!!! FOR 2 HOURS!!
I’m lucky I wasn’t killed in my sleep! To be honest, the way I felt when I woke up made me wish that I had been (wine + champagne x 20 over 8 hours = uuuuurrrrrrggggg……)
But the worst part is that it appears that while I was blissfully snoozing away, someone CAME INTO OUR APARTMENT AND STOLE MY IPHONE!!!! And the charger - these thieves are no fools!
I’M PHONELESS!!! IN CANNES!!! WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST CUT OFF MY OXYGEN SUPPLY?!?! TAKE MY LIVER!! TAKE MY KIDNEYS!! JUST GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!!!! IT HAS MY LIFE ON IT!!!!
So many contacts. Phone numbers. Emails. Gone.
I could cry. I really could.
So now I’m incontactable. In Cannes.
This. Is. A. Disaster.
I managed to scrap myself together in order to go to my lunch meeting with a friend from PR agency DDA at Long Beach Restaurant and then on to the British Pavilion to see our BFI contact as I knew he would have been trying to get in touch with me. He’s so lovely. Turns out I had even more reason to love him - he’d managed to score me a ticket to one of the hottest premieres of the festival!! The much coveted, much feted Stephen Frears production of Tamara Drewe, starring the actress of 2010 Gemma Arterton!! It was like a drug deal. He palmed me something and told me slyly to slip it into my bag. Then I ruined the coolness of the moment by hugging him (he's 6 foot 7 - I'm 5 foot 4. It was an awkward moment).
Then, I panicked. It started in an hour and a half and I wasn’t dressed for a premiere!!! I only had the vintage dress we’d bought in our ‘perfect Cannes outfit for under £50’!! I said a breathless goodbye (and thank you - my mamma raised me polite) to Nick and rushed off into the setting sun, hustling down La Croisette desperate to find a cab, get back to the apartment and jzoosh myself appropriately for my red carpet appearance and be back, striding down that red carpet, all withing an hour!
Yeah, that didn’t really work.
Picture me running (ok, it was more of a totter - I was in my Kurt Geiger heels!) down the main stretch of Cannes, madly waving at every moving vehicle and swearing violently under my breath at each one that didn’t stop. For 35 minutes. I finally had to admit defeat. I wasn’t going to be able to get home, wasn’t going to be able to change, wasn't going to be able to glam myself appropriately. And I was, in fact, sweatier and less attractive than I was when I set out from the British Pavilion over 40 minutes ago. Bloody marvellous.
I took stock. I had my £12 light blue silk vintage dress and a pencil of black eyeliner. I inhaled a deep breath and strode off in search of a bathroom.
I battled, I cursed, I sprayed water in my hair and let it dry upside down. I stroked, and smudged, and smeared.
I looked like a mad woman. A woman possessed. Other women coming and going in the bathroom looked on with equal measures of amusement and distaste. I was the woman I never wanted to be. The bathroom jzoosher.
But a fearful 15 minutes later I strode out, transformed (relatively speaking). I was ready.
And guess what?? I actually got papped by more cameras than when I was in my full evening gown two nights ago! I got asked where my dress was from (I lied through my teeth of course - ‘oh, this old thing? Hmmm….I think I got this positively years ago at Dior…or was it Givenchy? I can’t possibly remember my dears!’)
…..course, they might just have papped me for the ‘Worst Dressed’ photo montage in OK Magazine…..
Regardless, I was there. I strode down the red carpet fearlessly, head held high with an smile plastered on my face that hinted toward lunacy (I hope I pulled off eccentricity instead - much more glam).
Keep tuned to You Tube (yes we will get something new posted on there! I’m on a mission today) for my review of T.D. as well as a few other amusing bits and bobs we’ve managed to film over out crazy, mad week here in Cannes!
I can’t believe we’re going home tomorrow. I might cry.
Lots of love, panicked bathroom moments, red carpet victories and flashes of paparazzi photographers,
Zxxx
AND LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED!! NOT JUST UNLOCKED - OPEN!! WIDE OPEN!!! FOR 2 HOURS!!
I’m lucky I wasn’t killed in my sleep! To be honest, the way I felt when I woke up made me wish that I had been (wine + champagne x 20 over 8 hours = uuuuurrrrrrggggg……)
But the worst part is that it appears that while I was blissfully snoozing away, someone CAME INTO OUR APARTMENT AND STOLE MY IPHONE!!!! And the charger - these thieves are no fools!
I’M PHONELESS!!! IN CANNES!!! WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST CUT OFF MY OXYGEN SUPPLY?!?! TAKE MY LIVER!! TAKE MY KIDNEYS!! JUST GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!!!! IT HAS MY LIFE ON IT!!!!
So many contacts. Phone numbers. Emails. Gone.
I could cry. I really could.
So now I’m incontactable. In Cannes.
This. Is. A. Disaster.
I managed to scrap myself together in order to go to my lunch meeting with a friend from PR agency DDA at Long Beach Restaurant and then on to the British Pavilion to see our BFI contact as I knew he would have been trying to get in touch with me. He’s so lovely. Turns out I had even more reason to love him - he’d managed to score me a ticket to one of the hottest premieres of the festival!! The much coveted, much feted Stephen Frears production of Tamara Drewe, starring the actress of 2010 Gemma Arterton!! It was like a drug deal. He palmed me something and told me slyly to slip it into my bag. Then I ruined the coolness of the moment by hugging him (he's 6 foot 7 - I'm 5 foot 4. It was an awkward moment).
Then, I panicked. It started in an hour and a half and I wasn’t dressed for a premiere!!! I only had the vintage dress we’d bought in our ‘perfect Cannes outfit for under £50’!! I said a breathless goodbye (and thank you - my mamma raised me polite) to Nick and rushed off into the setting sun, hustling down La Croisette desperate to find a cab, get back to the apartment and jzoosh myself appropriately for my red carpet appearance and be back, striding down that red carpet, all withing an hour!
Yeah, that didn’t really work.
Picture me running (ok, it was more of a totter - I was in my Kurt Geiger heels!) down the main stretch of Cannes, madly waving at every moving vehicle and swearing violently under my breath at each one that didn’t stop. For 35 minutes. I finally had to admit defeat. I wasn’t going to be able to get home, wasn’t going to be able to change, wasn't going to be able to glam myself appropriately. And I was, in fact, sweatier and less attractive than I was when I set out from the British Pavilion over 40 minutes ago. Bloody marvellous.
I took stock. I had my £12 light blue silk vintage dress and a pencil of black eyeliner. I inhaled a deep breath and strode off in search of a bathroom.
I battled, I cursed, I sprayed water in my hair and let it dry upside down. I stroked, and smudged, and smeared.
I looked like a mad woman. A woman possessed. Other women coming and going in the bathroom looked on with equal measures of amusement and distaste. I was the woman I never wanted to be. The bathroom jzoosher.
But a fearful 15 minutes later I strode out, transformed (relatively speaking). I was ready.
And guess what?? I actually got papped by more cameras than when I was in my full evening gown two nights ago! I got asked where my dress was from (I lied through my teeth of course - ‘oh, this old thing? Hmmm….I think I got this positively years ago at Dior…or was it Givenchy? I can’t possibly remember my dears!’)
…..course, they might just have papped me for the ‘Worst Dressed’ photo montage in OK Magazine…..
Regardless, I was there. I strode down the red carpet fearlessly, head held high with an smile plastered on my face that hinted toward lunacy (I hope I pulled off eccentricity instead - much more glam).
Keep tuned to You Tube (yes we will get something new posted on there! I’m on a mission today) for my review of T.D. as well as a few other amusing bits and bobs we’ve managed to film over out crazy, mad week here in Cannes!
I can’t believe we’re going home tomorrow. I might cry.
Lots of love, panicked bathroom moments, red carpet victories and flashes of paparazzi photographers,
Zxxx
Monday, 17 May 2010
Cannes, Wall Street and the money that never sleeps (posted 15/05/2010)
Ok, so today was fairly eventful!
After flying ever so glamourously via Easyjet into Nice (simultaneusly being told off for taking photos while the plane was taking off - IT WAS TAXI-ING ONTO THE RUNWAY! WE WERE GOING A GRAND TOTAL OF 3 MILES AN HOUR!!!) we then proceeded to travel by private carriage (read here public bus - soooo maaaany screaming kiiiiiids!!) and took us into Cannes.
Cannes. It's beautiful. A mix of the French Riviera with subtle aspects of provincial Italy thrown into the mix. We will do well here. Here we shall prosper.
Our producer friend Jack (forever onward to be known as Deadpan Jack - see YouTube for explanation) picked us up from the centre of town and took us to our apartment in the Cannes Beach Hotel. While small, it is perfectly formed and best of all......
WE HAVE BUNK BEDS!!! HOW 5TH GRADE SCHOOL CAMP IS THAT?!?!
Jo lost at scissor, paper, rock and so has to make do with the bottom bed (which everyone knows is a death trap) while I luxuriate in the splendiferous top (best) bunk.
After jzshoosing ourselves briefly we headed back into town to meet our date with destiny. Ok, not quite but we went in to pick up our accreditation (nothing like a special pass swinging around your neck to make a girl feel special. Ahhhhhhh, elitism. How we love you.) before tottering over to the British Pavilion where our contact at the British Film Insititute waited in hot anticipation to meet these two soon-to-be-famous young actresses.
....that's us by the way...just in case you didn't get that......
Nick was lovely and showed us about town, giving us the down-low on everything that the Virgins would need to know about what goes on here in the big C-town. After a cheeky cocktail (ok, it had a few friends) we hustled back to our abode in order to jzshoosh ourselves further (I know, how can you improve on perfection?!) before heading out in all our evening dressed fabulousness to go see Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps!!! Michael Douglas!! Carey Mulligan!!! That guy from The Goonies and that other guy.....you know the one.....was in that movie with Harrison Ford.....his name means 'Shia the Beef' in french.....yeah, that guy!!!!
EXCITEMENT!!!!
Stay tuned (both to the blog and YouTube) for our reviews and further cocktail-fuelled mayhem!!!
Lots of love, VIP passes, champagne cocktails, white beaches and GORGEOUS men!!!!
Zara and Jo xxx
After flying ever so glamourously via Easyjet into Nice (simultaneusly being told off for taking photos while the plane was taking off - IT WAS TAXI-ING ONTO THE RUNWAY! WE WERE GOING A GRAND TOTAL OF 3 MILES AN HOUR!!!) we then proceeded to travel by private carriage (read here public bus - soooo maaaany screaming kiiiiiids!!) and took us into Cannes.
Cannes. It's beautiful. A mix of the French Riviera with subtle aspects of provincial Italy thrown into the mix. We will do well here. Here we shall prosper.
Our producer friend Jack (forever onward to be known as Deadpan Jack - see YouTube for explanation) picked us up from the centre of town and took us to our apartment in the Cannes Beach Hotel. While small, it is perfectly formed and best of all......
WE HAVE BUNK BEDS!!! HOW 5TH GRADE SCHOOL CAMP IS THAT?!?!
Jo lost at scissor, paper, rock and so has to make do with the bottom bed (which everyone knows is a death trap) while I luxuriate in the splendiferous top (best) bunk.
After jzshoosing ourselves briefly we headed back into town to meet our date with destiny. Ok, not quite but we went in to pick up our accreditation (nothing like a special pass swinging around your neck to make a girl feel special. Ahhhhhhh, elitism. How we love you.) before tottering over to the British Pavilion where our contact at the British Film Insititute waited in hot anticipation to meet these two soon-to-be-famous young actresses.
....that's us by the way...just in case you didn't get that......
Nick was lovely and showed us about town, giving us the down-low on everything that the Virgins would need to know about what goes on here in the big C-town. After a cheeky cocktail (ok, it had a few friends) we hustled back to our abode in order to jzshoosh ourselves further (I know, how can you improve on perfection?!) before heading out in all our evening dressed fabulousness to go see Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps!!! Michael Douglas!! Carey Mulligan!!! That guy from The Goonies and that other guy.....you know the one.....was in that movie with Harrison Ford.....his name means 'Shia the Beef' in french.....yeah, that guy!!!!
EXCITEMENT!!!!
Stay tuned (both to the blog and YouTube) for our reviews and further cocktail-fuelled mayhem!!!
Lots of love, VIP passes, champagne cocktails, white beaches and GORGEOUS men!!!!
Zara and Jo xxx
Nooooooo! (posted 15/05/2010 - Gatwick Airport)
Ok, after my disasterous day yesterday came the most crushing news of all - my shoes, my beautiful Marc Jacobs wedges with the bow detailing - are TRAPPED at the shoe repair place!!! Or as I like to call it, my cobblers.
THIS IS A DISASTER!!! My own personal earthquake/plague/hurricane Katrina (relatively speaking).
So, I'm doing the only thing a girl can do in this situation - I've made my way (Jo in tow) to Kurt Geiger at duty free and am proceeding to SHOP THE CRAP OUT OF THE PLACE!!!!!!
Am considering forming a military coup in order to run away with everything but have mananged to hold myself in check and am walking away with a restrained (again, relatively speaking) two pairs of new sky high heels.
I am now at peace.
Jo and I are now at Gate 4, Gatwick airport, PREPARING TO BOARD OUR FLIGHT TO CANNES!!!!
Life is goooooood.
Standby for Cannes updates blog babies - they'll be coming in hot and heavy from now on!!!
Lots of love, maxed out credit cards, boarding passes and fab red leather passport holders,
Zara and Jo xxx
An Explanation and Apology
For reasons completely and bamboozlingly unknown to us, we haven't been able to load any blog entries from our phones (iPhone!! I LOVE YOU?!?! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO HURT SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU SO????????) so we have a bit of a back catalogue of posts!
I know that you love us, despite our rather pitiful excuses and technological skillzzzzz.
So, onwards! To the (very overdue) Cannes Day 1 post!!!
I know that you love us, despite our rather pitiful excuses and technological skillzzzzz.
So, onwards! To the (very overdue) Cannes Day 1 post!!!
Friday, 14 May 2010
Holy Crap.
Jaysus F Christo.
See that pile of rags and fluff on the floor?? Yeah. That's me.
A truly EPIC day that went off the Shit-tastic richter scale.
Firstly, our camera fell through. Disaster. Then, it was going to cost us £1400 to get another one for the week (ok, so we'd get £1k of that back but DO YOU PEOPLE THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY?! WE'RE ACTRESSES!! BUMS ON THE STREET GIVE US THEIR CHANGE!!!) We managed to sort that out by borrowing a Producer-friend's camera but would still need to source a handheld microphone so that you lovely people could hear whatever drivel we manage to come up with over the next 5 days.
So off I skipped, merrily into the depths of Soho, on a quest to find our voice-recording-apparatus.
It did not go well.
I was, I have to add, hampered considerably by the fact I was wearing little shorts and sky-high stilettos (appropriate workwear?! What's that??)
I managed to ring the bell of the wrong door, was let in by a kind young gentleman who took pity on my ramblings as I proceeded to have a complete mental blank of the production company's name and every other pertinent piece of information ('erm....are you John? I'm renting a microphone from him....well not from him...his friend George...but George said that John would have it....I'm looking for Mental Media....or Mangled Media.....Are you John???? '), climbed three flights of stairs (in the killer heels!), only to find I was in the wrong building and my iPhone was out of battery.
I must have looked truly pathetic as Lee (THANK YOU LEE!!!!) let me into his place of business to use his charger.
Turns out, his place of business was a live adult phone chat service provider. There was a bed in the back room and everything!! But he was so lovely and we had a great chat. Turns out he, like me, is working to finance his other life as a cameraman/filmmaker/comedic performer. Anyway, he's promised to follow the blog/YouTube etc and may even have some work for me down the line (get your mind out of the gutter people - he's putting together a comedy sketch show and might need actresses. Jeez.) So that was a (very) unexpected bonus.
After managing to find the right door, I managed to pick up my microphone only to find that John had failed to tell George (confused yet??) that I also needed a jack conversion lead. So with 10 minutes before the shops closed, I raced downstairs (another three flights), into a cab and to the nearest Maplins to buy a lead. Only, my cab driver was AN IDIOT and instead of taking me to Maplins took me to PC World which DON'T stock the leads.
I broke people. I'm not proud of it. I was standing in the middle of PC World clutching a now-redundant (and not inexpensive) handheld microphone, surrounded by well intentioned but to all intents and purposes completely useless PC World employees, very close to tears.
My eyes welled. Makeup was threatened.
I trudged out thinking. That's it then. It's all over. The Diaries are dead.
Then a phone call.
John had found a lead!! Could I come back???
So onwards I walked, purpose refreshed, back to Soho (still in the killer heels might I add), victory glowing maniacally in my eyes.
I've now trudged back to work (practically crippled, crawling through the door) to finish uploading our bits and bobs onto YouTube.
Breathing deeply, working through the pain and thinking of sun, sand, celebs, and the BIGGEST GIN AND TONIC THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!
YouTube postings immanent peoples! Check it out!!
Lots of love, blisters, band aids and backaches
Zxx
See that pile of rags and fluff on the floor?? Yeah. That's me.
A truly EPIC day that went off the Shit-tastic richter scale.
Firstly, our camera fell through. Disaster. Then, it was going to cost us £1400 to get another one for the week (ok, so we'd get £1k of that back but DO YOU PEOPLE THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY?! WE'RE ACTRESSES!! BUMS ON THE STREET GIVE US THEIR CHANGE!!!) We managed to sort that out by borrowing a Producer-friend's camera but would still need to source a handheld microphone so that you lovely people could hear whatever drivel we manage to come up with over the next 5 days.
So off I skipped, merrily into the depths of Soho, on a quest to find our voice-recording-apparatus.
It did not go well.
I was, I have to add, hampered considerably by the fact I was wearing little shorts and sky-high stilettos (appropriate workwear?! What's that??)
I managed to ring the bell of the wrong door, was let in by a kind young gentleman who took pity on my ramblings as I proceeded to have a complete mental blank of the production company's name and every other pertinent piece of information ('erm....are you John? I'm renting a microphone from him....well not from him...his friend George...but George said that John would have it....I'm looking for Mental Media....or Mangled Media.....Are you John???? '), climbed three flights of stairs (in the killer heels!), only to find I was in the wrong building and my iPhone was out of battery.
I must have looked truly pathetic as Lee (THANK YOU LEE!!!!) let me into his place of business to use his charger.
Turns out, his place of business was a live adult phone chat service provider. There was a bed in the back room and everything!! But he was so lovely and we had a great chat. Turns out he, like me, is working to finance his other life as a cameraman/filmmaker/comedic performer. Anyway, he's promised to follow the blog/YouTube etc and may even have some work for me down the line (get your mind out of the gutter people - he's putting together a comedy sketch show and might need actresses. Jeez.) So that was a (very) unexpected bonus.
After managing to find the right door, I managed to pick up my microphone only to find that John had failed to tell George (confused yet??) that I also needed a jack conversion lead. So with 10 minutes before the shops closed, I raced downstairs (another three flights), into a cab and to the nearest Maplins to buy a lead. Only, my cab driver was AN IDIOT and instead of taking me to Maplins took me to PC World which DON'T stock the leads.
I broke people. I'm not proud of it. I was standing in the middle of PC World clutching a now-redundant (and not inexpensive) handheld microphone, surrounded by well intentioned but to all intents and purposes completely useless PC World employees, very close to tears.
My eyes welled. Makeup was threatened.
I trudged out thinking. That's it then. It's all over. The Diaries are dead.
Then a phone call.
John had found a lead!! Could I come back???
So onwards I walked, purpose refreshed, back to Soho (still in the killer heels might I add), victory glowing maniacally in my eyes.
I've now trudged back to work (practically crippled, crawling through the door) to finish uploading our bits and bobs onto YouTube.
Breathing deeply, working through the pain and thinking of sun, sand, celebs, and the BIGGEST GIN AND TONIC THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!
YouTube postings immanent peoples! Check it out!!
Lots of love, blisters, band aids and backaches
Zxx
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