I saw Ginderman last night. Holy crap. If I bothered to wear panties any more, I would have creamed them. Awesome, awesome fucking show. I got all fancy for it with bits of my Halloween costume and leggings.
I found a pair of Lady Gaga gloves on the interwebs. They're entirely too big for my tiny hands, but I love them anyway.
I am invincible with my war paint on.
I love me some fucking fascinater hats. I wish I had more excuses to wear them.
I was accosted on the street many times for my epic cleavage. People were literally barking and howling at me like dogs. A group of drunk retards in front of a 7-11 expressed how much they liked my boobs. I told them my mom made them.