When my house caught on fire, I got out. I didn’t raise doubt about the degree of monstrosity or whether or not I could manage the hot. I didn’t hide under the bed and stay and pray to be left undead.
No, I saved those madman’s actions for my man instead.
I ignored the alarms that roared as his smoke blew up toward my ass. I let him act as
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Fritos and Cheetohs are tasty...:)
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No, no performances for me. Not sure if I have that in me. I'm actually quite a bit shy in real life with strangers/crowds. I'd love to though...it would feed into my desire to be a big deal. :)
Dancing is good!:)
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Stooooooooooopid.
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