i don't know what to say
bjork inspires me
life tires me
it's my least favorite day
i am afraid
i am too small and too big
i really hate wednesdays. i don't get oprah - who wants to look like a different person every single day? take the money you use to pay your stylists and makeup artists and put it toward donating a conflict free gorgeous enormous diamond - to me.
i want to drive an escalade. a big black one with smoke tint on the windows, in my donna karan cashmere turtleneck and huge chanel sunglasses. maybe i'd wear yves-saint laurent lip gloss and seven jeans. and oh i would rule the road.
some days i feel materialistic - i have to get it out, dream it out, because i know i'll never live that life. unless my epic quest for an attractive, non-paunchy, kind, and let's not forget generous, sugar daddy is one day successful.
don't tell my boyfriend i said that.
well, he knows. i haven't been quiet about my sugar daddy search.
full disclosure? no. never full disclosure.
damn it.
1 comment:
so this is random, but i was looking at the "she thinks" picture trying to decide why i felt like you were so successful as a "portrait" and i think it's (among other things) the lip gloss. it sounds silly, but the color and the shine really help (especially in b/w) the tones of the picture. so thanks for wearing lip gloss and allowing me to take pictures of which i could be proud.
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