Is there a line I'm not supposed to cross?
I’m from Hell-LA. I will remind you that most people are wrong about most things most of the time.
I don’t wear Uggs and I don’t listen to the Dave Matthews Band. I’ve got a mouth like a sailor and a genetic predisposition for sunbathing, I Love Lucy, and moving my furniture around every few months.
My breakfast of champions consists of two Parliament Lights and a cold Dr. Pepper. I don’t particularly think that blondes have more fun even though I am one. (I think the red heads have it all worked out.)
Ironies and contradictions abound in life…Accept it. I’ve had sex on a lifeguard tower but I’ve never surfed. I attend baby showers as a form of birth control.
I believe that roses and Krispy Kreme donuts are highly overrated and that humor as a form of sexy is severely underrated. I’m going to watch the original and forget the remake.
I hate the use of the word “panties” and adore the multi-functionality of the word “fuck”. I played with my Hot Wheels as much as I played with my Barbies.
Is there a line I’m not supposed to cross? From here, it looks a bit blurry, but that could be because I haven’t changed my contacts. Or it could just be my hangover.
I’m here to remind you that all that glitters is not gold and some of the best things in life are, in fact, NOT free. (Like a good mani/pedi. Or a new pair of Chuck Taylor’s).
Hold on ye landlubbers because The Dame is about to sink your battleship.
Later,
Dame Derision
Photo by Tess. Lotta
