Veronique and the glass shoe
I know some of you were shocked by my last post but some were pretty warmed up, so thanx. Let me gently burst you bubble by saying that my sweet Catherine had to cancel our weekend meeting, awwww. I got rid of that spring fever with the help of little miss rain that poured on my nice hair for the past few days. Now my hair looks like crap and quite goes along with my mood. Since my front door neighbour has gone crazy I have been living with this guy from school who listens to Mogwai all the time, watches prison break and is the most moody person I have ever met. I am a complete alien for him even if I try to keep a low profile. He is obssessing on his school work (school from which I graduated) and will listen to the first lard ass stupid fuck before he listens to me (who have been there). Maybe he's just not made for design. Screw design anyway !
Little frustrated piece of ass. Rich kids man, they are the worst, they never sufferred and they curl up in a ball and cry at the first little shadow of a punch in the face. Just today I had to confront my big fat mistress (the woman that gave me my first contract, she hasnt paid me in a month) about the money much needed. It took all of my blood to even think about asking her and I ended up not being able to. He comes home from school all weepy and spineless because he had 96% instead of 100% in his stupid project. O.K. for aiming at perfection but the man is 30 ! If you are a teenage girl reading me, note this, they never change, you'll get the same stupid behaviour at 15 and at 30. (I'm sure that goes for girls too sometimes). Damnit! I wonder if he has a diaper hidden under his pants, I won't try to find out. If a man sucks my breasts, I don't want it to be some sort of therapy with his mother, jeez ! BALLS ! BALLS ! Ok here I go again with being vulgar. But B.A.L.L.S, man! Grab 'em, fell 'em up, smell 'em, own 'em. I'll never get over having more balls than a man.
I have not given up on finding prince charming (see I'm not a butch) but I've lost more than my glass shoe at the ball. I've lost my mask, my gown, my silk hat, my gloves, my necklace and my bracelet. I thought I saw a prince wearing a velvet jacket right there? Have you seen him? Oh maybe I made that up.
Little frustrated piece of ass. Rich kids man, they are the worst, they never sufferred and they curl up in a ball and cry at the first little shadow of a punch in the face. Just today I had to confront my big fat mistress (the woman that gave me my first contract, she hasnt paid me in a month) about the money much needed. It took all of my blood to even think about asking her and I ended up not being able to. He comes home from school all weepy and spineless because he had 96% instead of 100% in his stupid project. O.K. for aiming at perfection but the man is 30 ! If you are a teenage girl reading me, note this, they never change, you'll get the same stupid behaviour at 15 and at 30. (I'm sure that goes for girls too sometimes). Damnit! I wonder if he has a diaper hidden under his pants, I won't try to find out. If a man sucks my breasts, I don't want it to be some sort of therapy with his mother, jeez ! BALLS ! BALLS ! Ok here I go again with being vulgar. But B.A.L.L.S, man! Grab 'em, fell 'em up, smell 'em, own 'em. I'll never get over having more balls than a man.
I have not given up on finding prince charming (see I'm not a butch) but I've lost more than my glass shoe at the ball. I've lost my mask, my gown, my silk hat, my gloves, my necklace and my bracelet. I thought I saw a prince wearing a velvet jacket right there? Have you seen him? Oh maybe I made that up.