ely. The only steady in her life was the loyalty of her little wire haired terrior Papercut, and the ocean.

Sipping coffee on the sand as the waves lapped at the shore, feeling the mist on her face on thsi crisp autumn morning would probably have been any girls dream, and she did appreciate it, but it was appreciated alone, aside from her four legged companion and a few seagulls littering the scenery. She closed her eyes and thought for a while about sharing this perfect scene with a man, noit just any man, but a man who could be her best friend, her last lover, and the father of her future children. But dreams are only meant to be dreams, and finding a man like that would be near impossible given her breath situation. She sighed, for what else can you do, when there is nothing in your future but loneliness, and "ass cheese, with a hint of shit" breath.