Update: It just keeps rolling in for Princess this week. 🙂 Just got another $100 out of the baboon, $155 earring and makeup shopping on fatmac and I have a gift certificate pending from deryck for around $400. I’m thinking about using his gift certificates on this and maybe this. But I still need to look at swatches and decide between some other stuff.
Just got $300 from drunk tom.

Tons of boxes today! I got a bunch of flower garden stuff to plant this weekend, Calla Lilies, Asian Irises, tons of bulbs and stuff. I also got a box of about $100 worth of watergarden plants for My ponds. Several boxes from amazon showed up too. Check out MY fulfilled amazon wishlist to see what. $100 from the new zealander, $300 from vintage furfreak (who’s absolutely gaga for MY new shots,$200 from smalldick SD so far today and $100 from baby baboon. p.s. baboons: you fucking lame monkeys owe ME $200 of penalty fees! you will also be MARINATING in your monkey-droppings for 4 hours straight!!! oh and $100 MEASLY donation from broke-ass beerboy joe. you got a suprise coming to you, beerboy–and you AREN’T going to like it!

With the new pictures posted, I’m planning for another goldrush! Bring it on, boys!

I was looking through some of MY ancient diaries when I came across this from 9/5 2001. I suggest you re-read it. Cuz it’s some damned good stuff.

Soft, putty, pliable clayboys, I can mold into useful bowls in which to carry all the burdens of life and shape into worthwhile vessels for MY desires. Yes boys, you shall spin as fast I want you to spin. Although MY studio is filled with a few misshapen mishaps, lopsided vases, cracked teapots and hard lumps of clay in which I have lost interest, and although the floor is scattered with broken bits of others who didn’t come out of the oven “just right,” you still see the worshippers decorating MY higher shelves–the ones who get to look over Me, serve a TRUE purpose, care and pamper ME, experience ME. you can’t resist wanting to be one of those molded men, so you make the choice to spin on MY wheel, to be enveloped by MY cruel hands, sculpted, pushed, pressed, pressured, and bent into something new. Should I press too far and make you collapse upon yourselves, set the fire too high and watch you crack, become discouraged with you and roll you into a ball then plop you on the floor, or simply throw you across the room because you are the closest things for ME to get a hold of–those are the chances you take–the risks you must take to be toyed with by The Princess. The opportunity to feel MY hot breath hiss in your ear, “you are what I made you, boy” makes the mental and physical pain and suffering MY lovely fingers administer all worthwhile. Knowing that your humiliation and emotional agony has produced one perfect tear of laughter in MY seafoam eyes can truly fulfill you in more ways than you could ever imagine. I will put the squeeze on you and you, little men, will eagerly let ME. “