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Sunday, January 16, 2011

My Tail Still Stings.

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Faux Fur Shrug (Wetseal), Plaid Blazer (vintage), Glitter Green Turtleneck Top (vintage), Neon Green Skirt (Arden B.), Black Tights (?), Navy Blue Wedges (F21)



As a true Scorpio, I was shocked that I am now a "Virgo". I find this quite paradoxical as I am not only the most emotional and sexual of the signs, but also the most gentle and virginal of the signs. Just by saying that I prefer the former proves that a change in the alignment of the stars is a bunch of bullshit.

I'm not saying that I go carousing and vamping it up every chance I get. In fact, not at all. I'm picky about the people I decide to have a relationship with. Picky to a fault. Which is why I believe I will be single forever. :D
I'm no prune though. Anything happens, happens. Gave up regretting a long time ago. As long as you're having fun, it's never considered a waste of time.

My friends and I joke about everyone being a slut when given the chance. I say Imma classy slut. ;)

P.S. Can we not look at my face in these photos? I don't know what happened but it seems as if I seem utterly lost and forgot how to stand.

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