'i'll soon by lying on my own on some dirty sticky floor...'

some days she dreams of stepping off the edge...

doing so, however, would only free fall her toward her dirty sticky floor, where upon, after looking around to ensure no one actually saw her land on her ass, she'd feel compelled to shake it off and then start cleaning away the evidence.

csi style.

thereby effectively killing the feeling she has some days that she's a damn rock star.

or, at the very least, a rock star groupie.

yeah. she has a couple of you in mind for her adoration.

dare to dream, baby...admit it. you're looking for something to help you burn out bright.

and quit worrying about what your damn ankles look like.

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a few notes:

• damn if the soles of new chuck all stars aren't slippery.
• if you intend to climb your kitchen counters like some suburban everest, you better damn well hope you're not as scared of heights as some girls around here i know. that girl. geez. she's a baby.
• yes, these shoes are as kick ass as they appear. i may or may not have fondled them this morning before donning.
• the black and white shot sells it because honestly, as fond as some of you may be to my ethereal allure, my legs were nearly see-through white.
• the song on the link above? makes me wish i had that damn pole in my house. there are nice little thigh moves to be done to this tune.
• were i really a rock star, my shoe laces wouldn't be this white. they'd be black and bloody. yep. penchant for panties - 30 shows in 20 days, 'cause we're just that bad ass.
• damn. i l ike the word "damn." and "cunundrum." as in "it looks like we've got ourselves a real squirrely one here, captain," she said. "aye, she is a bit of a cunundrum, luv," he replied.
• whenever i get a visitor from dublin on this site, i like to pretend it's bono, checking in on me from time to time. 'ello, luvaaaahh...
• real posts filled with real thoughts and charming insight and creativity that makes you ponder, wonder and love me more are on the way