Wednesday, November 01, 1995

Diary: Pictures and Text, Oh My! [this was 1995 -- ed.]

I finally figured out how to incorporate pictures into text.  So here is what I want:

[broken image]

You see those panties?  I want something like that, although I can barely tell what I'm looking at.  There's a problem with this, and that is why this picture is fucked up.  I will look into getting those panties.  I want a closer look, though. . . 

Here is the teddy I want:

God is that ever beautiful!  I fugured out a way to get the picture to look better, but it's not quite up to par yet.  The colours are quite fucked up.  But man, do I ever want to wear that Teddiette!  And I will, too.  I swear it.
Tonight, I had a chance to get my very own bathing suit.  It was hanging in R__'s bathroom.  It was nice.  It had a crossing back, and a sort of coarse material.  I would have been in heaven had I taken it, but I thought it too risky, and I left it there.  I lost my chance: even if it's still there on Saturday, it would be very suspicious if it disappeared.  I doubt if R__ would have noticed its absence if I had taken it tonight.

1 comment:

ClosetXCloset said...

R__ was a sleazy greaseball of a man, and he ran a music rehearsal studio set up like a stage in a nightclub. He also had a hot tub. The bathing suit belonged to one of the former models from his agency, whom he'd fathered a child with some 4 years earlier.