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my favorite entry thus far |
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little peeks... The only excuse I have is that I can't type after three margaritas.
It may not be a good excuse but it was a darn fun one. I hemmed, I hawed, I slipped into a tube top and exposed the back of
my left shoulder to a guy with a needle gun. |
They were over the top, they had little use, they
looked really hard to walk in. I thought they'd be smashing with my toenails painted red
and a hot little mini-dress. Eventually I found mention of the faire, confirming
that I was not insane, confused, or otherwise out of synch with reality. |
Jellyfish
Absolution
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