"You haven't seen any of my best..."
I feel fucking awesome lately.
I feel tiny and cute and just plain fucking awesome.
I had another photoshoot with Teshia today.
Teshia, you gorgeous piece of woman, you make me feel so pretty.
My lovely photographer, and my one and only pretty pervy blonde.
Hair half in curls, half in cyberlox. Bright lime green and purple eyelids. Fake lashes on top. Drawn on bottom lashes. Bright, vivid pink cheeks. Lime green tank top. Baby blue and green boy-cut undies. Stripey knee-highs. Fuzzy handcuffs. Lot's of teddy bears, and a pornographic looking cola advertisement.
You take the best pictures ever. And you even make my bum look good.
Sounds pornographic, but it's really not. You can't see anything. But it's still cute and sexy anyway. I feel so damn good about myself I don't even want to wash my face or take my hair down.
My septum looks so fucking cute it's painful. And my nipples are now officially adorable. (Or... nipple, singular. Will be plural after weekend) I'm not even afraid to be all,
"HEY EVERYONE! Wanna see my nipple piercing!?"
Even though it's more like...
"Oh. Yea. I got it pierced. Oh. You wanna see it? Well... okay."
But I still whip out my boob, and that's a nice improvement on my confidence.
When I feel good, I feel really fucking good. And when I feel really fucking good, I feel like having sex. Jeremie, come to my house. Right now. Even though we already have bunches of sex. Uhm.... subliminally get this message somehow, and come here anyway.
Jeebus cripes. I don't want to go to sleep, even though I have to get up super early for more happy-go-lucky Megan-Kara-Crystal time.
OOH, I almost forgot! Yesterday I went downtown with Kyllie, Emmy and Vanessa. It is so nice to go somewhere with your own breed. People who know what you're talking about. People who you can share your hair-dye experiences, piercing knowledge and industrial music taste with. People with synth dreads, colorful or backcombed hair. People with big makeup and big fucking boots. I love my alternative ladies. Vodka night, Friday, babes. Kara. Kyllie. Emily. Kirstie. Vanessa. Nichole. Yessir, we're a fine crew. Crepe it up, bitchezzz.
Lovelovelovelove.
KARA-FUCKING-DAWN.
I feel tiny and cute and just plain fucking awesome.
I had another photoshoot with Teshia today.
Teshia, you gorgeous piece of woman, you make me feel so pretty.
My lovely photographer, and my one and only pretty pervy blonde.
Hair half in curls, half in cyberlox. Bright lime green and purple eyelids. Fake lashes on top. Drawn on bottom lashes. Bright, vivid pink cheeks. Lime green tank top. Baby blue and green boy-cut undies. Stripey knee-highs. Fuzzy handcuffs. Lot's of teddy bears, and a pornographic looking cola advertisement.
You take the best pictures ever. And you even make my bum look good.
Sounds pornographic, but it's really not. You can't see anything. But it's still cute and sexy anyway. I feel so damn good about myself I don't even want to wash my face or take my hair down.
My septum looks so fucking cute it's painful. And my nipples are now officially adorable. (Or... nipple, singular. Will be plural after weekend) I'm not even afraid to be all,
"HEY EVERYONE! Wanna see my nipple piercing!?"
Even though it's more like...
"Oh. Yea. I got it pierced. Oh. You wanna see it? Well... okay."
But I still whip out my boob, and that's a nice improvement on my confidence.
When I feel good, I feel really fucking good. And when I feel really fucking good, I feel like having sex. Jeremie, come to my house. Right now. Even though we already have bunches of sex. Uhm.... subliminally get this message somehow, and come here anyway.
Jeebus cripes. I don't want to go to sleep, even though I have to get up super early for more happy-go-lucky Megan-Kara-Crystal time.
OOH, I almost forgot! Yesterday I went downtown with Kyllie, Emmy and Vanessa. It is so nice to go somewhere with your own breed. People who know what you're talking about. People who you can share your hair-dye experiences, piercing knowledge and industrial music taste with. People with synth dreads, colorful or backcombed hair. People with big makeup and big fucking boots. I love my alternative ladies. Vodka night, Friday, babes. Kara. Kyllie. Emily. Kirstie. Vanessa. Nichole. Yessir, we're a fine crew. Crepe it up, bitchezzz.
Lovelovelovelove.
KARA-FUCKING-DAWN.