Now that the cleavage contest at Fab’s is over with, I am going to prove that I do indeed have Frederick’s enhanced cleavage. If only I had been able to find the high res images so that I could cut my face out and have the pic be bigger than my fingernail. I could have taken the winner. Well, maybe not. I’ll let you folks decide.
My boobage isn’t really as big as the corset makes them seem. I’m pretty much a handful for the average man. C cup average. Not big enough to give me a backache nor small enough to have be advertising for a sugar daddy to buy me bigger ones. I wouldn’t want fakes anyway. Not my thing at all.
Well, the sim was down so I got not one horse in 22 stables entered. I wasn’t in the mood anyway. I made a graphic for a hot Scots who pretty much batted his eyelashes at me and told me I was a star. I’m a sucker for sincere flattery from a hot man. Fab knows how to turn me into a puddle. See yesterday’s comments. In Matt’s case, a Holy Jeebus, a flash of his organ, and a promise of hot wings, and I’m buying a ticket to Bagwine. I tell you, someone better be getting some, cause Jeebus knows I ain’t. Actually, I think Neko the Mean Kitty got some. She sure looks prego to me. And my kid promised me Swirly was failing his attempts! I heard her yelling at him, “Swirly! You fail!” So I figured he was too stupid to pork the girl. I guess silent old Fat Dummy got busy while we were all asleep. You always gotta watch out for those quiet, fat guys.
I have my TT for tomorrow all figured out, so it should be a piece of cake. However, I’m having Bar issues and getting depressed over it. I suppose I’m not getting enough feedback or accolades or something. Everyone is too busy to be bothered to read, so I look at my characters and tell them, “No one cares, so I’m not writing you today. I’m off to read Kyra’s blog!” They look really sad. And then, when I go to write them, they won’t cooperate because they think no one loves them any more. I don’t know what to tell them. We have a lot of members. I just don’t think people are coming around and reading. And half the characters are Jen’s and she’s not posting so the other characters think it’s vacation or something. Maybe, I’ll put all my characters on a plane and do a Lost version of the Bar.
I’m tired, so I’m posting hotties. I don’t feel like blogging really. I’m just babbling anyway. You weren’t really reading this shit, were you? At any rate, there’s cleavage and hotties. Something for everyone. I’m going to bed to stare at Anderson Cooper and pretend to sleep.