Undone

So, overall I wouldn’t call myself gorgeous. In fact, I’d call myself normal looking. nothing on me screams “Holy Crap, Look it that girl…” well, at least not in a positive manner. I mean sure, i’ve gotten a few “Oh God In Heaven!” type things in my time, so when my mom suggested today that i could be a beauty queen, i had to laugh. I mean, i’d show you how i look, but the camera we use, keeps breaking, and only when i use it on myself, if that’s any notation.

*shrugs* I guess i’ve gotten used to being average looking. My thighs have stretch marks reminicent of a mother of three, not to mention they jiggle like jello that my mom makes for the summer holidays. Sure, Marco and Red seem to think they’re the cat’s meyow, I think it’s because they haven’t seen them up close and personal. And Cheeze and rice, lets not even start in on the whitness of them. I keep em white because that’s keepin’ them safe. Cancer runs in my family.

*shrugs* I dunno. I want to be a booth bunny, but cheeze, that has to be a lot of work. *frowns*

And I don’t like to be all prettyfied so some drunk off his butt jerkazoid can feel me up. If I was a booth bunny, i’d have to be a fairly liberated one. So I can kick their butt when they get out of line. *growls possessively*

Anyway- Take a vote, see what you think. Booth Bunny, Booty –err– beauty queen material?

That’s what I thought.

Derringer Meryl [I’ll be love’s suicide] Out