
Kay, so. I’m not so very happy with this picture. It makes me feel like I’m Lady Gaga or something. :| Rah rah ah ah ah. Roma, Roma-ma BLAH BLAH BLAH. Stupid song stuck in mine and my writer’s head. -.-
Warning: Gavin, shield your eyes! It’s half of my legs. -.-

My new look. I actually like it.
Oh, My God. Scarrry. :| Sweet Jesus.
Lmfao. You know you like it.
I don’t like it. You show too much leg. Makes me have these unholy thoughts. Thoughts that I don’t want when it comes to you…. Stop showing leg! :|
Don’t blame me, blame my photographer. I specially told him NO legs showing, but he told me that I had to. It’s part of the “image” ugh. :|

My new look. I actually like it.
Oh, My God. Scarrry. :| Sweet Jesus.
Lmfao. You know you like it.

My new look. I actually like it.
Kevin and I decided to just be friends. That’s it. Nothing more. And so what if I’m sticking up for my ex? He’s MY friend. I do it to all my friends. Dumb whore.
