m., e., and l. all have their noses stuck in their computers because they got a fancy new-fangled thing called the internet. let's all hope they come up for air. before internet came along, m. busied herself with trying to arrange a date for l. and e. swam in her personal olympic sized pool. l. continues to draw scribbles. sometimes they resemble people. usually not.

also, earlier today, m. was startled by a burglar who stole all her belts and hair supplies who had gotten in through the doggie door. 

the cast of the ham has been enjoying their increasing fame as they attended a fair held just for them where they received lots of free stuff. they were one of the few people in the country to receive kosher water blessed by the greatest rabbi of all time, matisyahu. as well as pizza made by italians. then they totally partied it up with chilibeermac. but mostly things have been pretty lame around the ham because of lame things happening around them so it has been pretty lame.

season 2

season 2 has begun with l.'s arrival to the loft on sunday with her move-in crew hauling all of her stuff behind her. despite excitement l. had to finally have some time alone, e. decided to move in earlier than expected causing l. to have an artist fit where she holed herself up in the book nook grumbling to herself and drawing big circle scribbles over and over for the rest of the night. e. spent the day reacquainting herself with her rubik's cube. m. showed up to the party late after her latest sugar daddy decided to get rid of her sleek black sport car (we can't name brands or we'll be sued..... again) so that she could "actually get a feel for the real world." thanks to that "real world" experience she oh so desperately needed, her lovely new car (if you can call it that) decided that the drive to the city was a bit too much for her to handle and decided to crap out halfway through. thanks to a lovely, finely muscled local boy the car was able to make it here. that's m. for you. always trying to be fashionably late. besides m. being late and the lovely circle scribbles that are littered around the loft, things are off to a grand start.

xoxo.

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