I fucking LOVE body painting. It just duz it 4 me, whatthefuckever that iz supposed 2 mean. Half the time I don't even know what I'm talking about. Seriously...right now, I don't even know where I am. Where am I? Who are U people and WTF are U doing inside my HEAD?
There are different types of body painting, and all of them are kind of cool. 2 the left iz the type where they make it look like clothing, which Demi Moore made popular with her Vanity
Faire cover shots. 2 the right are some of the more artsy-fartsy types of body painting, which are also very cool, but a bit less functional (I say that as if any of this shit iz functional..). Well, I really don't know how functional a painted-on French Maid's outfit iz, but I think U get my meaning. If I mean anything at all by that. Do I ever mean anything? What iz the meaning of that? What iz the meaning of any of it?
I wuz actually planning 2 talk about something real this time...U 
can see how that worked out 4 me. But if U wanted real I doubt U would be reading this, would U? That would be like reading L. Ron Hubbard 4 spiritual 
enlightenment or something (FUCK! There goes my Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes interview. I soooo wanted 2 know what would possess a motherfucker 2 name his kid after a
pig call, but what can U do? Now I guess I'll just have 2 settle 4 the Pablo Cruise/Larry Holmes interview I have been putting off...).
But now I am just being silly, so I guess I will just stop it now B4 I get totally stupid. Yeah, I know, I know...it iz WAY 2 late 4 that. I should have worried about that long B4 I ever actually sat down in front of a fucking computer 2 begin with. Oh well...I made my bed, now I just need 2 find someone willing 2 lay down in it with me. Any volunteers?
