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I've been thinking a lot lately about doing my own burlesque show. Especially after seeing the Voodoo Trash Dolls last Friday. And yes, I did fall flat on my face whilst scrambling on stage to grope Bunny Girl's ass, but it was all part of the bawdy fun. I should hope. Well. It's not my fault. Mat pushed me. I was tipsy. Shut up. Anyway.
My show would have to involve knives. Or perhaps the crop. Yes! The crop! Why didn't I think of that before? I don't know, I have like three essays to write, but I don't wanna. My nail-polish is chipped. The horror, the horror.
And. I've applied for jobs. Servicing people like the lowly ancilla I always am. So sick of not have money for personal maintenance. My hair is brown, my arms are furry, and I haven't bought new shoes for months! Although I did find a pair I totally forgot about in the back of my closet. They are black PVC, with buckled ankle straps and very high, very spindly heels. They hurt like chastity (which is to say, a lot). I'll be wearing them next Friday. I hope you're all happy.
Rock. And. Roll.
My show would have to involve knives. Or perhaps the crop. Yes! The crop! Why didn't I think of that before? I don't know, I have like three essays to write, but I don't wanna. My nail-polish is chipped. The horror, the horror.
And. I've applied for jobs. Servicing people like the lowly ancilla I always am. So sick of not have money for personal maintenance. My hair is brown, my arms are furry, and I haven't bought new shoes for months! Although I did find a pair I totally forgot about in the back of my closet. They are black PVC, with buckled ankle straps and very high, very spindly heels. They hurt like chastity (which is to say, a lot). I'll be wearing them next Friday. I hope you're all happy.
Rock. And. Roll.