Post by PORTIA ELYSE IRVINE on Jan 22, 2013 0:23:39 GMT -5
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CITIZEN. RAIN. JESSICA SZHOR. UNEMPLOYED. TWENTY-TWO. DADDY'S GIRL. PRIDEFUL. FLIRTATIOUS. LOUD.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b196/raindance895/jess/05-2.png);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]portia elyse irvine. the only daughter of billionaires augustus and aurora irvine of the great new york city. just kidding, i'm not going to bore you with all that bullshit. i could give you my whole life story from day one, but i'm sure you don't want to hear a majority of it. all anyone is every interested in is some sort of tragedy, some pathetic life story. well, for starters. i didn't watch my parents get chopped to pieces when i was five years old. i was never sexually or physically abused by family members. my father never necessarily abandoned my family, nor my mother. my parents have never been divorced. we never lost all of our money and had to build it from nothing ... hell, i don't even know where our money came from. basically what i'm trying to say here is: if you're looking for some traumatic, sad life story that will make you cry and pity me ... then stop reading now so you don't waste your precious time. all you'll hear from me is about the life of the great new york city. god, i miss that place. i didn't leave on my own free will, more i was cautiously tipped to leave the city due to my "embarrassing" behavior that was tainting my parent's upstanding personas. think of it as if i'm saying that i got "let go" from a job when in reality they straight up fired my ass. i'm only allowed to visit on holidays - it's like I'm on probation. it's absolutely ridiculous, but hey, i'm not complaining as long as my dad is still paying for everything in my life. that sounds snobbish but .... yeah, i have no excuse. i'm rich and i know it. i'm not known to be the most modest of people, but i swear i'm not a dick! now you're probably waiting to hear about how i killed someone or almost overdosed on heroine or something crazy that made it so i had to leave new york. sorry to disappoint once again. it was more like i was a typical teenager but since my parents are billionaires, everything i did would be in the press somewhere. so to the public eye, i'm a wild child. but hey - at least they let me stay until i graduated from nyu. anyways, apparently it was a big deal that i was always in the public eye for drinking or occasionally getting arrested. i mean, i guess i understand. at least i got my father's attention ... haha, made you think i was some troubled kid, right? i'm not exactly kidding though, it sucks when you're parents are billionaires and your nanny is more of a mother than your real mother will ever be. oh well, shit happens. well, now i'm in boston (my parents refused to let me go as far as la, lame) as an unemployed, aspiring writer who is somewhat trying to clean up her act ... but not at all really, that's just what i want my parents to believe so i can go back to nyc. meh. whatever, might as well live it up here while i can. i'll probably be in exile for a long while ... it's already been a year and i thought i'd be back by now. so, that's the gist of it all. no need for nit-picky details of my boring childhood or reckless teenage years. sorry i didn't give you the serious drama that you probably wanted - not everyone has an unfortunate background. |
