I have just finished watching the season finale of Girls of the Playboy Mansion. Jesus Christ, I love it! Sometimes I just wonder how they got it so well, and why can’t everyone else’s lives be as easy as they have it. The show actually calmed me down from dealing with the pathetic little gay problems that stupid TB caused. Oh how I love Kendra Wilkinson and the twins. And to make things even better, I found a playsuit just like the twins! Oh dear, to think I am blogging about girls living as playboy bunnies. I need more actual hobbies rather than watching “sluts” as my mother says. But I don’t believe those girls are sluts, they don’t go around fucking around with other peoples boyfriends or husbands so :)
Oh snap, she got owned. I don’t think she noticed her penis until she got told. I'm oh so very sorry dear, but you got wrecked bitch (:
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.