This is basically a love letter to myself I guess, but rosy palms is a good friend so it's all good. . .LOL
So The Hunter & The Hunted is supposed to be turned into this fuck-awesome book or whatever, and so far it has plagued and chased me like a killer who goes after the dumb blond chick who gets nailed first in a horror movie because. . .well. . .she got nailed first. . .
Well, I've always had the tendency to take things to the extreme-and this has been no different-so I've had to sacrifice some things in the process.
#1-

I've had to switch from the excessive joy of watching countless hours of midget porn. :(
I have now downsized to dwarfs. *sigh*
#2-

I've had to forgo watching my favorite manasexual couple get it on, on QAF reruns, so I have switched to wandering into the men's section of Hollister and crossing my fingers...O_0
#3-My Looks

This is how I look on a good day. . .minus the glamorous neck beads. . .
But that's the price to pay. . .and this is only the beginning. . .:O
But I love what I do and I've always been a kinky ass masochist. So BRING IT!!!
Peace,
XOXO
P.S. If you have any flares please donate, I can shoot them off when I want notify people that I'm still alive and not frozen in a chamber with Walt Disney or something. . .


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