camille

By the age of 16, Camille already got hired and fired by over six ice cream stores across Boston but managed to write over 31 (sticky) journals during her scooping tenure. Soon she became black listed from the ice cream community in Boston and was forced to go north to her motherland of Canada in the only world she knew, ice cream. Sadly she was told over and over, “…Hey “A”, it’s too darn cold up here, we don’t have ice cream stores in Regina, just a few lost fisherman…” Today Camille fucking hates ice cream, but continues to write, wear adorable clothes, make people laugh, and is on a perpetual diet.”