Friday, September 16, 2011. Well I guess most of you, who may read this have experienced paranoia in one or another way. It started getting worse - way worse - in England. When the whole situation with my so-called friend who also is the mother of the boy I took care of as a Nanny started to really get bad.

Upgrade to paid account! An Open Letter to my Boyfriend. My boyfriend is the kindest, most loving person Ive ever come across. Hes sweet, rational, and clever. But he just doesnt get the feminist thing. When I tell him about equal rights stuff that makes me angry, he asks why Im telling him. He says I should be blogging about it instead. If you have a similar problem to me, maybe send the person this way. I dont want you to do.

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Candy Candy. 12415;んなさんいらっしゃいませ! Un peu de couleur dans ce monde tout triste! 12413;んぽんぽん. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.

The first chapter to a story I have literally been plotting for a year. Thats right bitches, I stay up until 4 AM on a crack binge of inspiration and knocked that shit out the window. AND WHAT? The moon hung like a bright lantern over the garden. Pregnant with the scent of ripened fruit and entangled with the neglected remnants of what were once the most beautiful trees on Earth, Eden rested gently in the warm Summer eve.