Oh my.
KAY!!!!!
When she's done shooting the shoe designer, I'm hooking up and buying her a drink, damnit.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Oh my.
KAY!!!!!
When she's done shooting the shoe designer, I'm hooking up and buying her a drink, damnit.
Yeah. Me too, for all the gals that some dumb guy didn't find "fuckable" enough.
Hell, I love my high heels, colour me Jimmy Choo's bitch, but I never went on a date in my life, I loathe whole concept of "fuckable enough" (bunch of stupid bullshit, man, we have all got the necessaries, you know?).
I know precisely where she's coming from and I would love to shoot Manolo Blahnik, just for feeding my inner narcissist with so much pain. High heels, much as I adore them, are of the evil.
Yeah, well I wouldn't know. But it's a fairly universal women's complaint, otherwise. And I thought more for Kay, since she doesn't dress up all the time. And I think Mr. Blahnik should be very careful crossing the street if she is after him.
But it's a fairly universal women's complaint, otherwise. And I thought more for Kay, since she doesn't dress up all the time. And I think Mr. Blahnik should be very careful crossing the street if she is after him.
See, it's my own fault, the high heels love. I honestly don't think they were originally for standing in, so much as they were for, er, well, lying on your back while wearing. But they lengthen leg and cause pain at the same time, so they feed the inner narcissist and punish it at the same time.
And if Kay's got a bead on Manolo, I'm covering from the window across the street.
That? Must See TV, right there. Oh, the universe of foot pain I missed by not being born AB. Of course when I was a girl, they paid a therapist( the rapist) to simulate the same thing without the ego payoff, so there you go.
Oh, the universe of foot pain I missed by not being born AB. Of course when I was a girl, they paid a therapist( the rapist) to simulate the same thing without the ego payoff, so there you go.
And again, I ask: why in sweet fucking hell aren't you being paid to write, girlygirl?
It's not me, it's them. about 50 times. and I write for free, sometimes. maybe they think I'm cheap.
maybe they think I'm cheap.
Demand their firstborns.
for disability press?I'd get one haunted woman and a copier, man.