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I've put my hair in a few messy curls, setting a small white rose in my hair. The top I wore my first night out in Vegas, a black halter with a sharp clevege covers a bathingsuit top, a standard pair of jeans and some sandals, also from the Vegas trip. I suppose I smell a bit like ginger and orange blossoms, keeping hair in place with a bit of hairspray. Debating on adding a belt, but not sure.



I've just been thinking, if all goes accoridng to plan, perhaps I'll find myself in good company again shortly.

Ever know the one guy that won't shut the fuck up, and cracks you up when you KNOW others are paying more attention than you are?

You know the one, he rants about everyone and every little thing, doesn't give a shit and could care less how he's probably been ranted a 1 by anyone who's 'anyone' from Hell?



LaMuerte is my hero in that respect.



I've the patience of a saint down on her knees blowing steam, and yet I've NEVER come across a person more vindictive. If he didn't have puppydog eyes in his current profile pic, I'd swear they were beady, and hidden by a scowl.



I write poetry, have been wooed by artists, musicians, and philosopher-types, and yet I've never been wooed by a full-on asshole.



I just magically make them appear out of perfectly good men-- ta-da!



LaMuerte makes me smile... and nearly piss my pants.



This goes to you, LaMuerte. Praise be to something spelled correctly!