From the desk of the devil in heels
First I have to give love and well wishes to Kate. Next I would like to tell the jealous bitches who think I faked the message from my Dark goddess first prove it! Then take that proof and shove it in a dark tight place that no one cares about. I have a top ten list if you want options, but this is no time to mock others. Firstly its never fair to start a battle of wits with the unarmed, and most the bitches here would have trouble hitting the ground with a rock.
Enough stalling I'm just unhappy with this. Not because the story is lacking in some way far from it. I'm proud of my work. No this next part is sad,but we must carry on yes?
Readers: Yes!
Settle down! I mean I'm just setting the sence I did not sat a word about the amazing paper I'm using or the desk set with quill and ink I'm using or any of the stamp... [\i]
*mumble and growl*
Sorry my bad it's just nice and up class is all. I wish I was able to send the notes I wrote to Kate's rivals\ friends it would of been good advertising. *sigh* oh well. Anyway. I just stepped out of the shower god I love it! I would marry it if I could, but alas legalization to a shower seems miles from today. My hair was blow dried etc, and was just sitting down to my dinner when then the banging began. I'm not going to lie. I did ignore it for awhile and enjoyed my meal, but not the chilled fruit as I could tell whoever it was wanted Kate. Sadly she was not here, but I can handle this right?
I took a moment to drink my water, and clean my face. Then after apologizing to the chef for leaving before desert, and thanking him deeply for his efforts! I turned in MY robe and headed for the door. Opening it and seeing a trashy blonde standing there. Her face somewhere between shock and relief. Mine was just shock as we started at the other....[\i]
Who are you?