Last night, I was hanging out with grovesphoto
At one point, I grabbed the latest issue of Playboy and began perusing the pages.
to my horror, I discovered an article about the increasing popularity of (get this) vaginal cosmetic surgery.

( none of the following is meant to apply to cases performed on medical basis, i.e. reconstruction for rape and other trauma victims. this pertains to voluntary and/or cosmetic procedures only )

I have a case of last-paragraph-itis ( Read more... )

*laughs*
well, not quite Porn.
not anything remotely close to porn.
but Operation Desert Lingerie doesn't have quite the same ring to it.

bloody incredible day yesterday.

grovesphoto picked me up around 2 p.m ( Read more... )

I have all of a minute and a half to fire this off, sorry if it's really abbreviated.

Happy Birthday, David.

in lieu of expensive giftses, I give you my love
and plenty of it.
(better than last year's lithium coma stuff, eh?)

... and I should have an awesome pictar or two for you in a few days.

On my birthday a week ago, I was working with Angel at her friend Mitzi's gallery ( Read more... )

In an extremely uncharacteristic turn of events, I am wearing pants.
this is a problem, and will be corrected as soon as possible.

Last night was a blast.
I covered myself in fishnets, threw on a skirt and a pair of five inch heeled boots, and scampered off to Perversion [gothy/industrial-type club] with grovesphotoit was a ridiculous amount of fun - I ( Read more... )

tomorrow is [international] No Pants Day.

if I don't see a lot of half-naked pictures on my friends-page over the next couple days, I shall be sorely, sorely disappointed.
they don't need to be as extreme as my icon. it isn't Ass Day after all [is that even a holiday? if it isn't, then it should be. cause that would rock]

I am way the fuck beyond bored ( Read more... )

yup...
it's that time

time for my sorry, procrastinating ass to write a letter to Sarah Lawrence's Dean of Student affairs.

*fires up the bullshit generator and buckles down*

of course, knowing the way I work, my ability to write will shut down until the night before it's supposed to be done, reducing me to an incoherent, wibbly wreck. meh. ( Read more... )

need to reduce stress, as blood pressure and heart rate are up, intestinal shields are down 30%, and a bacterial Death Star is closing in on my Mon Calamari uterus ( Read more... )