Job: Godammnit. Katy and I will just have to hire ourselves out as dominatrixes. Yes.
Physical: Should be tired. Drinking a Pepsi One. After cutting caffeine out of my diet for three months, this will keep me up for a week. I lost weight, but probably gained it all back what with the junk around our house today (my mom's parties are death to diets). Damn it.
Clothing: Whooboy. Corset (black/lacy, strapless, pretty) that shows more Cleavage of Doom than anything else I've ever owned, thigh-high fishnets, slave-girl collar, ripped gloves, and a lace shawl. Greg wound up wearing my gloves, collar and my fishnet shirt. He looked eerily good in them... I was also wearing makeup and had painted a design on my face under my eye with black glitter. Nicole got pictures, I think. You will eventually see.
Mental: Hrm. Blah.
Emotional: Michael did not come to the party. He said he would call if he couldn't make it, but he didn't. I wonder where he was.
Creative: Oh, go away. Drew something on DeviantArt but it's messy. I hate my tablet.
Misc: Tish be here. She is quiet.
which Shakira are you?
by divachop and phantomx86