cakemix

was nice to see you all in the ship last night as usual, The God was not there and the punk rocker finally got me to talk to him again, i'd been seething at him from the other end of the bar since last february...and i have a feeling i'll be giving him the deathstare again next weekend the way things have turned out tonight.

why fucking put all the effort into getting back in my good books just to fuk it all up again in ever bigger style, guess its because i'm not a drama bitch - he even kept going on about how i didn't make a scene last february when a bombshell was dropped before the cum had even dried on my stomach...

anyway, there was plenty more drying on all different parts of my body when i finally crawled out of bed this afternoon, and into the bath to try and scrub and shave myself to get to my photoshoot with Vix.

and we all know how i shouldn't shave my girlie bits while tipsie - and my breakfast this morning was 2 glasses of very expensive red wine i'd been saving as its vegan and a shot of the green fairy, still i did it with no nicks in my nooks and crannies!

and its 10:43pm and he's not called/he wants drama bitch - i'll give him drama bitch...