i want a pair of red skinny jeans
i feel like cheren
i want to fuck cheren
i feel like ruby
Lovely.
/Ahem./
You don’t have to clear your throat to get my attention, sweetie; I’ve only eyes for you.
Is it strange to say that fashion school, rather than feeling like a classroom environment, is better described as a place where the sum of my prowess is not only demanded, but is at its best? It’s a pity the year is ending.
As I begin wrapping up my final projects in preparation for my last showcase, I can confidently announce that my presence will become a gradual constant. Although I have a few more modelling jobs for friends and colleagues in the upcoming weeks in addition to my regular hours at the office (as well as hopping around Burgh’s studio from time to time), I can now commit to what was forced secondary, especially what would otherwise be primary.
And I have every intention to do just that.
I can’t guarantee the success of my pseudo-expertise, but remember one thing: so as long as you can keep the clever comments coming, you’ll keep him hooked. Be snippy if need be, it just arouses him. So as long as you keep that in your pocket, you’ll be just fine.
Regards.