Current Wardrobe: slinky black top, blue jeans, socks, shoes, red and black thong
So I just got back with my sister from shopping, went back to the Crypt and bought some more S&M stuff like a new black and chrome choke dog collar, some long black gloves, dark black pants, and some more fishnets. Then we went to Hamburger Mary’s and had some yummy food, I couldn’t help but stare at our waitress’s sexy little ass. HOT! Tonight at that restaurant they’re having some sort of drag queen show at 10:30pm but I think I might miss it tonight and do phone sex instead. If people don’t call me tonight, then I’ll go, but if my line stays busy I’ll probably opt to stay home instead.
My sister and I decided at the last minute we were both going to get tattoos but the place we went to, the guy was really stupid. He couldn’t draw on the spot - I wanted him to draw a dominatrix with a whip in her hand and he couldn’t do it. And he couldn’t even put small letter’s behind my siste’s ears. How pathetic is that? Aren’t tatoo artists supposed to be able to draw on command? Maybe I’ll draw something myself. Just aggravated me. Anyway we went to two other tattoo parlors but they were closed too. Dang. Maybe another time.
Watched a rerun of Fear Factor today. Coolio won the celebrity fear factor and $50,000 for his favorite charity. It was so gross seeing all those worms, maggots, and scorpions all over those people. EWWWW… you just couldn’t pay me enough.
People have been asking when I’m gonna draw a picture of … ahem… the “real me”… we’ll see… we’ll see.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo
Draw the “real you”? Impossible. You could try a thousand times and never capture the real you in a drawing, scetch, or painting. It’s like drawing a perfect circle.
that’s possibly the sweetest thing anyone could say to me