Somebody was butchered in my bathroom. Hacked to pieces in gruesome fashion. Or at least that's what it looks like. Red-stained gloves, red spatters all over the floor, the basin, the unlucky bathtub - even the mirror has got slaughter evidence on it. It's not pretty. And it's not coming off.This is what happens when… Continue reading Somebody was Killed in my House Last Night
This is me. Painfully, beautifully me. No lie. I walk around with this exact expression all day. That's me. Don't be jealous. Get threaded and you too can look just like this.So my little sister stopped thru on a visit from the Cook Islands where all the beautiful people live and wear beautifully revealing clothing.… Continue reading To Be Beautiful requires much Pain.