Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 0:24:19 GMT
I DON'T THINK YOU'RE RIGHT FOR HIM,
THINK OF WHAT IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
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FULL NAME: annie blair ellis.
NICKNAMES: annie, anne.
AGE: 21.
BIRTHDAY: 01/01/1993.
CURRENT CITY: new york city, new york.
HOMETOWN: decatur, tennessee.
EDUCATION: high school diploma.
OCCUPATION: bartender.
FACEBOOK NAME: annie ellis
TWITTER HANDLE: @annieellis
INSTAGRAM: @annieellis
TUMBLR URL: apurchaseaday
HEIGHT: 5'7.
WEIGHT: 121lbs.
HAIR COLOR: dirty blonde.
EYE COLOR: blue.
FATHER: jacob ellis, 50.
MOTHER: cora lynne ellis, 48.
SIBLINGS: lincoln & aubrey ellis, 7.
EXTENDED: n/a.
PETS: vince vaughn, canine.______________________________________________________I was born in the dry, arid heat of small town Tennessee, in a town with a name that never much mattered. It could have been interchanged with any too-small villages in the south east. I have since outgrown and outlasted my time in Decatur, for this was a place where I was nothing, no one, my character entirely based on the misconception of the awkward, doughy teen that I used to be. Now I am nothing but the angles of sharp, unfettered bones. I lost the weight, but I lost myself too. My parent's weren't of old cotton-picking money. They were middle class, providing enough for me as a young child but never in excess. The girls I looked up to were Rockefellers, decedents of slave owners and English men fresh off the boats from the Queen. I left nothing, not because I didn't have anything, but because I never once gave it second thought. I find myself much like Holden Caufield, running from his problems and his inevitable adolescence, or perhaps Richard Papen, who only ever wanted to be something that he wasn't. Regardless of what I am, or who I am, I've found something better.
It started little. Lying on the internet, pretending to be skinnier than I was at the time, richer than I am now, and ultimately more carefree. I smothered my self consciousness with false realities I started to believe after a while, unaware that this would lead to something I've found to be a better use of my time. I'm not saying it's right, though I'm not calling myself a bad person either. I take from those who can afford to give, because I've worked hard my whole life and only wound up with the first few years of an undergraduate degree that won't realistically take me anywhere. I've lived a painfully normal life, coming home to parents with nothing but 9-5 and the heat to complain about, but never really got to go on vacation. I wished one year on my birthday that I could learn to be less selfish, though I'm not sure that's working out for me. I am the only one that is going to make things happen for myself.
I'd always been good at memorizing numbers. At first, I only remembered the numbers of women who had the same name as I, ran them through online shopping and stocked up on whatever I wanted. It was easier that way, hiding behind the face of the computer screen and seeing as the mail truck delivered every purchase without having to pretend to be anyone else but me. Sometimes, the women noticed, sometimes they didn't. I had all the merchandise sent to a postal box I'd register in a fake name, only to abandon two weeks later and register another. I never stayed anywhere too long, I was smart about it. As sketchy as it might have been, I suffered no backlash, and at the time, it was a great pleasure to show up to work at the perfume counter and have everything the women shopping at Nordstrom did. I got bolder, greeder I suppose, as time went on.
While I love New York, it is the place that I got caught. The first, and only time. This was far after my days working in retail, something dubbed as unhealthy for my doctor and for the debt that is actually under my name. Instead, it was in the dark ally bars of New York, where Annie Abganle sat herself down at the mahogany. I don't know why I thought she'd be easier than all the rest, we had the same name, we even looked vaguely alike in a blonde, tan, southern manner. Little did I know that would have been her last day of freedom, and that her husband would find it terribly suspicious that she'd be doing so much spending after being institutionalized. I don't think that part is really my fault. I choose to think of it as karma, or just a grand coincidence of things. Maybe.
“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”- donna tartt, the secret history.
"Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed."- kanye west.
"I hate Gucci."- francis abernathy.______________________________________________________
ALIAS: holly.
AGE: 21.
PLAY-BY: bregje heinen.
MEMBER GROUP: new york city.
INSPIRATION: lolz.
