grlgoddess9

I used to live here. Sort of. What's happened? I thought: "Oh, it will be so sad. I'll be an SG head". Then I found the store front of JT's Stockroom in Silverlake and someone to play with (limited, but exclusive contract) and not much has been the same. Oh and btw it isn't the English from the party invitation months ago.

What's so trippy and inspiring at the moment is I somehow --I bought a set of ankle shackles. Black metal one inch wide with a silver chain --thick as hell-- between. I have three sets of padlocks to go with: 1) medium small rhinestone encrusted nickel plated; 2) large polished hearts; and 3) medium large brass master lock & key.

They --the shackles [though padlocks are not to be taken lightly by any means]--freak me out, and I can't stay away from them, but I haven't told my sir I have them. And look at that, I'm not even saying I haven't told him "yet". I feel so busted. And it just can't matter. I am already making a date with them in my head. I am planning the color nail polish (multi?) and whether or not to wear toe rings. Ooh or this time just a simple patent leather pump? Round or pointy toe? Business Barbie or slut pump? Oh what's a ho' to do? LOL