elegantwaste's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have no morals! Shawn Desmon is on my tv, and I've become a webcam girl. What has the world come to? So, my loverly roomie who I was ready to kill a few days ago for waking me up gave me presents to ease my anger. Presents of a Lance Bass calendar, and a webcam. Now, the Lance Bass calendar is pretty special - first thing I see in the morning, last thing before I go to bed, and all - but webcams, man. See, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. Bit, you ask incredulously? Well. A lot of an exhibitionist? Yes, that's about right. So when horny guys start emailing me - and remember, LESBIAN - I laugh, and some part of me goes huh, and then more of me goes AHAHHAAA! Because, yes. It's so fucking funny. See, I'm a tease. I should never have thought a webcam would be a good idea, because, tease! I'm just lucky I haven't been drinking, cause, dude, clothes come off with alcohol. And then they start sending me pictures of their, um, members. And I laugh more, while being pretty fucking creeped out. But I can't seem to stop. Even as I write this, I'm being filmed. It's like why last night at karaoke, I wouldn't give anyone else the microphone. Me and center of attention are like this. = I mean, why else do we have journals? I'm usually naked, it's just in writing. Okay, bad metaphor, and I'm trying to convince myself that I have not become skanky by changing into my pajamas which happen to be a little lacy. I have become skanky. I'm a skanky webcam ho. And it's fun. I'm lowering the camera to include my boobies for some guy named Robert. AHAHAHA! okay. I'm a terrible, terrible person, and a skanky ho! This must end tonight. AHAHAHAA! so fun. It's nice having no morals. 11:33 p.m. - 2003-01-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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