The Yummy-Yummy Conspiracy
Apr. 2nd, 2001 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logansrogueMen are strange. Men are very very strange. Put me in a short skirt, parade me down the street - I won't have too many troubles. A couple of whistles maybe, but usually of a sort that I can tolerate.
Wrap me up, I mean put me in flares, a dress over the top, and my hair all wrapped up in a scarf, and have me walk down the street, and suddenly I get 'Yummy Yummy' muttered in my ear repeatedly.
I am deadly serious. That is what I wore today, and that's what happened. After the third time I was so disturbed I threw myself into the nearest candy store and bought chocolate and mini-florals just so I could purge the dirty feeling from my body and revel in something childish.
This strengthens my conviction that this particular week, there are more people in the world than ever that want to have sex with me.
Well, unless their Ted Raimi or Nicholas Brendon - thay can all get fucked. And not by moi.
Wrap me up, I mean put me in flares, a dress over the top, and my hair all wrapped up in a scarf, and have me walk down the street, and suddenly I get 'Yummy Yummy' muttered in my ear repeatedly.
I am deadly serious. That is what I wore today, and that's what happened. After the third time I was so disturbed I threw myself into the nearest candy store and bought chocolate and mini-florals just so I could purge the dirty feeling from my body and revel in something childish.
This strengthens my conviction that this particular week, there are more people in the world than ever that want to have sex with me.
Well, unless their Ted Raimi or Nicholas Brendon - thay can all get fucked. And not by moi.