When two become one

Good day, my luscious fur loving fans...

I'm in good spirits because my house is almost done and I just bought a special treat from my local street drug dealer. My mood is stable and that makes Amber Renae pleased; another reason for my succulent mood? In 9 days I will become whole again, as you know I am blessed with multiple personalities and I love each and everyone of them. My favourite however is my Ying to my Yang, my butter to my popcorn, my flame to my pipe, my fur...to my wall.... As of late, I've been separated from the most important essence of what makes Amber Renaee who she is today. Yes, you may say that I, Amber Renae, are even two different people and "we" need a regular fix of each other to stay as completely fearsome as we are. I'm just warning you, when our personalities collide it's like I'm using both sides of my brain, furious magic ensues, things die, peasants are hurt, blood pours, history is made.

So on March 25, 2011 take cover...and don't say I didn't warn you

Till the world ends,

Amber Renae

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Contract OF Disease

Look, Sorry I've been gone...but Amber Renae has gotten PAID and is working on the most important pro-ho-ject of her life...A shelter of my own...Living with a solid roof, and floors that aren't cover in contaminated needles and pimp juice is completely new to me.

I've had to pick out door knobs, all the way to where I want my stripper pole to be installed. It ain't easy and fuck it's infuriating when people don't G'it Shit.

As you all know, I am a reputable interior designer of my own, I know what fur, paint or blood type I want on my walls and I don't FUCKING care what your opinion in the matter is. I'm sick of these peasant workers I hired, telling me whats right or wrong, making decisions that rape me of my earnings and half ass their way through the day. I would unleash the beast on them but I have to keep it on the low due to their ties to the mob (Yea I like to keep it gangsta, even when installing dry wall).

So, here, I rely on you...my fans to unleash my beast on...it's only safe to unleash it on a regular basis... as you know, a pent up beast can end up killing someone for cutting me in line at the local Home DEPOT... Bitch I don't CARE that you and your mullet are in a rush to install your wooden toilet seat, G'IT yo'self to da back of the LINE.

I's got to go my rabid house beast needs some food

till my next kill,

AMBER RENAE XXX