Since deciding to work on a photoset and become a member, I can think of NOTHING else. Its like I've been brainwashed. Everything I look at has SOME kind of potential. Every single thing is a prop or accessory or part of an outfit... its out of control! Its like a little secret, although my best girl Peeg knows when I pick something up and I get that glint in my eye... I saw a young guy with a mohican walk past and I drifted off, thinking I hadn't been caught until she said, "Oi! I know what's going on in there..."
She's a doll.
She's a doll.