Despite two very well-connected
and very well paidcontributors and dawns spent shivering in the unrelenting cold waiting for our contacts to show up, we're sorry to report that things have taken a turn for the worse last week. Two of our valiant spies were forced to return home empty handed on two separate occasions when our jittery insiders failed to make their scheduled rendezvous. After repeated phone calls late at night, emails and even coded snail mail that all went unanswered, we realized that we've been bitterly betrayed by our former associates. Suddenly we found ourselves up a creek without a paddle.
All our hopes of bringing you these precious diaries now seemed lost forever. In our darkest hour, when we were
ready to just make this damn stuff updesperately contemplating drowning our sorrows in cheap whiskey, a knight in shining armor Fleiss' assistantswooped in and illuminated our dark despair. He came ready to hand over the goods, and boy did he ever! For nothing more than ten granda handshake and our undying gratitude as payment, he brought us all the Bachelorette diaries... and then some.
We must stress, that despite our best efforts, it is entirely possible that these sensational diary pages are all a vicious fabrication and no more than the figments of some overactive imaginations with excellent typing skills. Read at your own risk.
Thanks to contributing FORT writers and moderators : AshleyPSU, lildago, Mariner, marybethp, MsFroggy, PhoneGrrrl, Rosekid, Speedbump, Yardgnome and Amanda.