02 all good stories start with a party, so is this.
rejoice dear!
because the school has started again. Teachers & parents (the latter possibly slightly less) are ready to meet again on the bone-in homework, hard work and care to dive forward. and even if people like us are slowly maneuvered in the afternoon Lichen math cramming mode, there are some that are far more likely to have major problems. but read yourself!
spotted
hung with just the kate spade beutelbag after which we will meet burn out in a few panicked the delicate chopping B and her soul sister, our values E that again this year, with each fiber, the flair of a real upper-east-side-emitting sexkittens that it is not , on the way to school. their sugar-sweet brother K to put his golden brown hair every female in rapture on his motorcycle to school rushing. what would we give to one of the hands back to swallow it? Furthermore, our lonely, English Teddy C To my knowledge, far too late. Also spotted was still M , leaning pretty lost direction very early hour at home on the open window. hey sweet, do not jump - it starts but just to make fun at first!
who has deserted couch potatoes actually said that the night before starting a new school should not be celebrated? So unfortunately I am a bit in a hurry because I still like my la-mer-ice mask from the freezer to get in order to cool my weary eyelids. but you know all these are quikies sometimes just right. what? but not the art of quikies! Keep your perverted fantasies please be in check, people.
you know exactly what you love me.
notorious.Girl
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Baseball Helmets Airbrushed
01 everything is new, makes of September.
love her!
Have you ever wondered how to live the truly chosen? I can tell you, because I belong to. I speak not of child prodigies models or movie stars, musical or mathematical genius brash. I am talking about people who are born into this life - from us, we have everything you could want to keep and for the total course.
welcome in new york city, more precisely on the upper east side, where my friends and I live, going to school, have fun and sleep - sometimes with each other. We live in huge apartments telephone with a private room, private bathroom and private. We have unlimited access to money, alcohol and anything else that we lust however, and because our parents are rarely at home, we usually do and have what we want. we are educated, have the classic good looks of our inherited producers, who are celebrating the hottest designers and understand what the. our shit stinks just like yours, but you do not smell, because home girl spraying on our hourly klos a refreshing fragrance, the perfume of your exclusive French was created for us.
it is a luxury living - but, hey, someone has to run it, yes.
we all live only a few minutes away from the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue and have it not far exclusive to our boys and girls schools, as the constance-billard-school, where we are almost all. even in the state verkatertem looks terrific from the fifth avenue, the morning when the sunlight shines on the minds of the boys from St. schnuckligen Jew-school.
it is autumn. the most beautiful and my favorite season in this city. the guys hanging from the central park, kicking balls or romp around like a gang of rampaging kindergarten children - just what guys do in the fall Sun Glue scraps of fall foliage at its knitwear and hair in her tousled. her cheeks are suffused rosy. . . hmmm, who can can resist that? fishnet stockings
high time to unwrap the plastic money and boots at Bendel's and Barney's new with cool, sexy, stock up short wool skirt and cuddly soft cashmere sweaters. in this weeks new york always shines in a special gloss and, hey, we do not want too!
unfortunately it is becoming time to prepare for the new school year. our mark well before last. the pressure is enormous, but I do not see why I should let me stress. this is our last school year and guess what? we celebrate in a thorough and sustainable and still fly us to the top grades as hand-kissing. what I hear? We can not have it all? so please, pulsing in our veins bluest blood east coast. would be ridiculous if we did not manage. so far we have still got what we wanted.
I will watch very closely. watch us all. while you shall help me! comments sightings to new rumors, exciting our favorites and everything else you can pick up so here right with me. No false modesty, but I know you want it too. written as a comment anonymously, no one will care about your name. solely because the question who I am , you will drive the local vending months into madness.
it is a wild and desolate school year ahead. I can smell it.
you know exactly what you love me.
notorious.Girl
love her!
Have you ever wondered how to live the truly chosen? I can tell you, because I belong to. I speak not of child prodigies models or movie stars, musical or mathematical genius brash. I am talking about people who are born into this life - from us, we have everything you could want to keep and for the total course.
welcome in new york city, more precisely on the upper east side, where my friends and I live, going to school, have fun and sleep - sometimes with each other. We live in huge apartments telephone with a private room, private bathroom and private. We have unlimited access to money, alcohol and anything else that we lust however, and because our parents are rarely at home, we usually do and have what we want. we are educated, have the classic good looks of our inherited producers, who are celebrating the hottest designers and understand what the. our shit stinks just like yours, but you do not smell, because home girl spraying on our hourly klos a refreshing fragrance, the perfume of your exclusive French was created for us.
it is a luxury living - but, hey, someone has to run it, yes.
we all live only a few minutes away from the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue and have it not far exclusive to our boys and girls schools, as the constance-billard-school, where we are almost all. even in the state verkatertem looks terrific from the fifth avenue, the morning when the sunlight shines on the minds of the boys from St. schnuckligen Jew-school.
it is autumn. the most beautiful and my favorite season in this city. the guys hanging from the central park, kicking balls or romp around like a gang of rampaging kindergarten children - just what guys do in the fall Sun Glue scraps of fall foliage at its knitwear and hair in her tousled. her cheeks are suffused rosy. . . hmmm, who can can resist that? fishnet stockings
high time to unwrap the plastic money and boots at Bendel's and Barney's new with cool, sexy, stock up short wool skirt and cuddly soft cashmere sweaters. in this weeks new york always shines in a special gloss and, hey, we do not want too!
unfortunately it is becoming time to prepare for the new school year. our mark well before last. the pressure is enormous, but I do not see why I should let me stress. this is our last school year and guess what? we celebrate in a thorough and sustainable and still fly us to the top grades as hand-kissing. what I hear? We can not have it all? so please, pulsing in our veins bluest blood east coast. would be ridiculous if we did not manage. so far we have still got what we wanted.
I will watch very closely. watch us all. while you shall help me! comments sightings to new rumors, exciting our favorites and everything else you can pick up so here right with me. No false modesty, but I know you want it too. written as a comment anonymously, no one will care about your name. solely because the question who I am , you will drive the local vending months into madness.
it is a wild and desolate school year ahead. I can smell it.
you know exactly what you love me.
notorious.Girl
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