“When Jennifer got home, she poured herself a glass of red wine and sat on the couch. She put the little toe on the table and pulled her new penis out of her purse. It had shrunk to 31/2 inches and could easily be held in the palm of her hand.” -http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/putrid/theif.htm
Hi, hi. This is going to be my first and prolonged post on my blog ever and as the title insinuates a lot has happened since my blog first appeared. But better late than never. The past week of mine has been outrageous. I got myself a nice new enema, three doses of succulent little sheets of Lake Shore Drive (lsd), and customized one of my wigs to look like j-rock queen. What could I do with a new enema, acid, and my wig but go on a transformational out of control rampage of sparkles. I’ve never taken an enema for recreational uses before, but I knew putting things in your but is the fastest and most pleasurable intense way to enjoy your substances! And it was ridiculous how out of my mind and raunchy I was the night I took an acid enema. Imagine cumming to winged silver atomic bombs in the alps on a Ducati motorcycle and a mirror lined with cocaine in the shape of Marilyn Monroe. I wanted to do so many bad things to the boys at Azusza playground that night but alas I lack sick minded masochistic subs that want a needle in the eye and a sock in the mouth. There seems like there’s been a lack of actual masochists around hear in Chicago. Maybe I’ll move to SanFran. But what’s a sadistic girl usually do but have to read sick erotica and fantasize all day.
Me and Azusza are going craft and skin shopping tomorrow. We’re going to make a bunch of awesome clothes for us to wear and tear. I have lots of ideas for a dress that involves neon wool, sequins, glitter, and construction grade clear plastic tubes filled with colors. And what I meant by “skin shopping” is that we are going to buy lots of boy toys! just kidding. I really mean lots of fancy pink french soaps and moisturizes so we can be soft a tulips. Oh and probably some undies…*nudge*
If anyone reads this, since I know I’ve been a bad sport at writing on my blog, you need to come to my B-day on the 19th Saturday at holy mountain because I need some BDSM friends and I really need some clients. It’s making me sad how hard it is to get clients 
C’mon guys I need money so I can fill out a bigger bra and pay for my hormone treatments And bring some presents please! I need lots of toys to keep up with my fantasies. Hey and if i have a good time on saturday maybe I’ll post my feets…
I gotta go to bed! See you soon.
?Marcelle