I just posted a few new sets to Gothic Sluts. I'm particularly pleased with this one shot on my roof:
In other news, I think I'm getting a cold and my jaw hurts. I just finished reading Cynthia Heimel's new book and it sort of depressed me that she didn't find true love for more than a few minutes in the time since Sex Tips for Girls.
Is it Gothic to listen to a dead guy rapping, "I'm a typa nigga who's built to last"?
