Ohh - pretty much any period of time that elapses between Bobbis diary entries is too much. I could watch her every day, listen to her voice as often as she felt to speak - is this love? The heady intersection of her sexuality and her creativity merges in these diaries, and the motion of her is poetry - but youd be doing yourself an injustice if you didnt head over to ishotmyself.com and see the amazing photos she produces, too.