So I received my uber cool pvc opera gloves yesterday, tried them on and was surprised at how comfy they are. They look uber awesome, and just make me wanna order more plastic clothing... Hence the next item on my halloween shopping list...
I found these in an ad for a catsuit from another site, didn't take me too long to find the supplier for these.
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Oh yeah, my spiderweb bodystocking was shipped out a week ago. It will probably take another week or two. I just gotta order the above boots and some fangs, the rest of my costume will be homemade... except the contact lenses of course lol. I heard Wal-Mart has theatrical contacts.
A few peeps have been askin about the piggy, she's doin pretty good. Getting big and my other animals are getting used to her. She was sharing hay with our alpha mare Bella the other day, almost gave Mr. Puss a heart attack LOL. I like bloggin pics, so I'll throw her in here.
almost not a lap pet anymore... shhhh don't tell her that yet
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Just cause she's a house piggy, don't mean she doesn't get to have fun.
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Well Charlie is gone for good, even though I cling to the hope that his owner will change his mind. His shadow, my yearling Diesel, was uber pissed right off. It was like weaning him all over again.
I took this the day before he left. His muscley lil stout Quarter Horse self.
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Oh yeah, I get a message in my facebook inbox from a really OLD friend. I haven't heard from her since our boss fired me back in '03. This was totally outta the blue, she apologized for how things ended up and said she misses me. I was thinking WHAT THE FACK??? I always assumed she just wrote me off. I sent her a message back, I always have missed her and I don't hold grudges.
SO Mr. Puss gets a message on his phone today from a boarder, whining that her horse has scratches on her and they are from a new mare we just put in the pasture. I was like "HUH?", knowng that her horse and her sister's horse are both the 'boss' mares of the pasture and NO ONE eats until they let them. Even if it's the other mare starting shit, who cares... Its all part of the risk of CHOOSING pasture/group turn out... FUCKING anal horse people!
I vaguely remember some fuck nut city slicker douche bag who woke us up at 11 pm to tell us he wants his dainty little arab out of the pasture and into a paddock... From the bite marks. Grrr.