Your erotic cabaret is non-stop.

I got hit on all day today. It was truly quite amusing. My boot broke though. Not the heel, but a ppiece of one of the buckles. I've plenty to spare, but I kinda of need it. Oh well, I'll have BahBah fix it for me next week. I finished Hitsugi. Well, the clay portion anyways. I have to make hair plugs, find him a snake, and then paint him and put him together. We decided hair plugs would work better. I thought it would be odd looking ot have only the hair be 'real' so we decided to make other parts of it multimedia. It should look pretty sweet. I have to make his piercings as well. I almost cried as I shoved the paperclip through his nose. If it gets fucked up in the kiln, I'm killing O'Neal.

You're wearing too many belts and I bet the leave welts.

It's been decided. I'm a bit of a two-faced narcisist. I'm a bit shallow, and quite heartless. In my own opinion at least. I guess that's not a reliable source. HOL. Every time I hear that song I have a desire to dance. I also can't help but thinking about the fact that I have hot pink lipgloss and I wear too many belts with my spandex mini skirts. It would all be quite perfect if I had enough rythym to dance. I could only possibly perform ballroom dancing. BahBah has already found me a way to learn. It should be great fun.

 Shut up and dance, because I wanna PoP.