It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it. Mostly it’s about mastering the skill of maintaining your pose without letting the flashbulbs distract you.
Correction: How pretty I was in my 20’s.
Accusing me of being promiscuous is actually pretty hilarious considering I can’t remember whether the last time I had sex was in 2012 or 2011.
I like totally pity you anon, because girl, your grasp on reality appears at best tenuous.
Of course my mother’s a queen, like duh, I’m a princess.
You’re altogether too kind, and I am glad to be of service.
However, as uplifting as anonymous praise may be, I can’t help wishing that one day I’ll find a message from a suitable husband; or at least an indecent proposal. Either or.
In the meantime, I’ll comfort myself this evening in the manner that I am accustomed; with liquor, online shopping, and the undying love of my tiny dog.
Bitch please, don’t sound so surprised; birds of a feather like totes flock together.
In a word, no.
A lady never reveals her secrets
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