Better idea, I think.
And I made my boyfriend Kevin paint the pieces with me for a good five or six hours. Pictures tomorrow. Or the next day.
Beware, NSFW. And I’m in my underwear.
Best way to spend a Saturday by myself. :B
when you’re embarrassed when people try to read your work? Daniel was going through my backpack and found an old notebook (circa aged 18-19, at my time of writing) and I basically snatched it away and hid it.
It bugs me that I’m not comfortable with my writing.
The blueberry butt plugs probably were on the other blog. I could be wrong, though. The cow cup, I regret to say, was shattered in an automobile accident last month. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
Forgiving isn’t good enough.
Internet identity crisis.