I’ve been writing all this crap lately. Barely able to formulate anything even remotely grammatically correct, I realize I need to do something else for a little while: Dear Miss Candy, I have a problem that I think you need to know. Yes, Miss Candy, I do have to remove myself from the activities which…
So I went to my fab party with a little friend of mine, Candy Darling, stoned. We got interviewed by the redbull tv crew, drank a little, and jet our tails right out of there after the boredom became more prevalent than our mildly amused slobbering. Sometimes I think the constant deliveries by the little…
So yay for me I get to go to some exclusive redbull smashathon tomorrow evening at some photo studios renovated to look like an outdoor wonderland complete with trees and all that other stuff. Woot woot for me. Strangely I did discover why my boy has such an aversion to corsets. When I spoke with…