Morning my fruitful freaks of ‘full of.’ I woke up this fine
Other then all that, i was called a ‘Whore’ (Yippeee) and told to ‘go back to whore island,’ (booooo,) followed by a delicious ‘You glitzy,big boobied bitch.’ I’ve missed Mikey Kardashian. I adore the pimpness of this gay and enjoy the fact that whenever i see him on the streets of Soho, he always suggests i go to ‘Circus.‘ He once crossed my cyberland path and claimed that if i didn’t invite him to my next bit of ‘party party,’ he’d put ‘dynamite up my cunt and blow my box up!’ 🙂 Only the gays can get away with saying that! I love it! Last night he told me to ‘finger his mussy,’ and that ‘Wunnaland was always open…like my legs.’ All i wanted was a gin! I get offered ‘privates‘ all the time. Gay ones, straight ones, male ones, female ones…young, old, rich, poor. There must be something in my manner that may suggest a sexy disposition? Which would be odd, seen as though i’m all pure, kind and virginal. I mean i’m the kinda gal you’d take home to your mum….(but only so i can meet your dad and sleep with him.) Woohoo!
You can totally tell i’ve inspired! It’s sexy, delicious, happy and abusive. [Wait, there’s a noise??] A hardback book has just stumbled it’s way down the stairs. It’s God trying to throw me down some rules! It’s bizarre how that book stumble mirrors my life! My life has been one big, bumpy, stair fall…Yet at the bottom i was left without a single dent, a smile and hunger for more. (God, i’m delicious!) Pass me my fucking fur!!
I’ve got nothing else to say except, i’m sick of getting felt up in fairground/theme park haunted houses! Everyone else runs out screaming or pretending they weren’t terrified. I stagger out..late…and like i’ve been ravaged by apes. The haunted houses where monsters jump out on you, and touch you should be banned. Know that they’re going ‘booo’ at you, and pretend ‘i’m so scary’ clawing your arm. But when i strut in, they’re going ‘booo’ and trying to wedge their HAND up my lady of ‘whoop-dee.’ This happened ages ago…when i was in America. Never again! Next time i’m taking a knife.
I have an afternoon with Loverboy. Love you! *Wink*