Look At Me Now!

Ok. I’ve been a little absent this week. I know. Bend me over your knee, I swear I won’t squeal with delight tooo loudly!

You see, I’ve been busy. I’m not quite done, but I just can’t keep this secret to myself any longer!

Volatile Lunacy has moved. Yup, that’s right! I bought VolatileLunacy.com and I’ve been moving posts (fucking copying and pasting each one thank you), getting the template to the point that it can be seen in public at least. I am no where near done. There are many things that I want to do, things that the free wordpress didn’t let me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had fun with this free version, but damnit, a girl has needs and let’s face it. They just weren’t being met properly here.

So, why don’t you follow me over there, as I won’t be posting here any longer, and see what’s cookin’! Keep yer little eyes peeled as I tweak things a bit, adding some here and there, and making it home. I swear I won’t leave my nylons hanging over the bathroom door anymore.

Well, what the hell are you waiting for?

Oh, and don’t forget to change your links! I’m not gonna remind you again, ok? 

I’ve Been Disowned…Leave Me Alone!

You know, when you’re disowned and told that you no longer exist, doesn’t that generally mean no midnight phone calls full of unintelligible rants, being blamed for every fucking problem or downfall that the one who disowned you faces, and basically being left the hell alone?

I would have thought so, until last night. Err…early this morning actually. I get pissy when I’m woken up from a dead fucking sleep to answer the phone thinking something aweful has happened, only to be screamed at because I was born. For God’s sake! I didn’t chose to give birth to me, that bitch did. And what do I get for it? Nothing but fucking headaches. I really wish she’d just have put me up for adoption when I was born and my nights would be so quiet and peaceful now.

I’m going back to bed now. If you’re related to me in any way and you fucking call me for any reason, just know that I am going to hunt you down and hurt you…..

Big Fat Fucking Kisses….assholes.

So Ya Wanna See My New Bra, Hu?

Ok. There was no red. More like, there was no red one that I liked. It’s all about me, so I suppose the red one is going to have to wait for a trip to Victoria Secret’s since fucking Frederick’s let me down. Piece o’ shits.

Since I promised to model my bra for you, I decided to model the black one to tide you all over until I find a fucking red one that does these hot tatas some justice!

Without further adieu, I present to you my new black bra….

And there you have it. You may drool now, just keep it away from my cleavage, would ya? kthnx.

And yes, they are real.

Tonight, I wear the red patent leather stilettos and burn the red candles…….while chanting for a red bra to be waiting for me tomorrow….

G’night, my friends.

Tell Me Something…

cuz I wanna know, alright? Jeeze….

I was just taking a shower, and I was thinking about y’all. No, I never said I was ‘normal’.

Anyhow, fucking quit interrupting…

What I wanna know is this:

1. Are you easily orgasmic?

2. Does it take some work to make you orgasmic?

3. Are you multiply orgasmic, or

4. Are you a one eruption per session type?

I told you my mind is a fucked up place to be.

No Cheaters Here!!

WTF? Like, seriously. You mean to tell me that there aren’t “voting circles” and fucking cheaters on BOTB? HA HA HA! What the fuck ever.

 

What cracks me up even more, is that you sad sad people care so fucking much about a BOTB battle and your precious wins, that you’re willing to share with the world the fact that you’re an unscrupulous fucktard. Niiice. And people say I have no scruples.

It’s a BOTB battle for fuck’s sake people! It’s not like you’re winning AI Season 6! Get the fuck over it.

Oh, and for those who aren’t scumtards, I will be modeling one of my new bra purchases for your viewing pleasure this evening.

yes, they are real…...just so ya know.